The Minecraft Illness

Ah.. here we are. Hey. I'm a friend of the writer who helped make this creepypasta. Today, I'll talk about one of the most historical yet undocumented events in Minecraft. I like to call it "The Minecraft Illness" or, as others like to call it, "The Server War".
In 2013, a group of 10 friends launches a public survival server, one of the only SMPs of its time. It was a normal survival server, and so that you know, absolutely nothing strange happened in the first few months. When it started to gain traction, slowly the player count went up to 50. But enough about the server itself, let's get into the actual story.
I conducted different interviews with five different "victims" of this incident. The way I'm writing this is that I'll write the perspectives of all five players. I want to keep those players' names anonymous for their own privacy. I'm going to call them Alpha, Beta, Sigma, Omega, and Delta.
== Day One (Alpha's perspective) ==
I wasn't one of the first people to join this server. My friend told me about it. It was kind of weird to me, because multiplayer survival literally destroyed the meaning of survival itself. Back in those days, Survival Mode meant you were alone and had to survive by yourself. If it was multiplayer, some random stranger could give you 10 stacks of diamonds and defeat the sense of accomplishment.
The first day I logged on to this server was almost too normal. No one came to kill me or to give me resources, and I liked it a bit, because you knew you weren't completely alone, but were somewhat alone in that specific area. It got boring really fast, to say the least. If it was multiplayer, I expected there would be houses to raid. But it was as if nobody even made a sign that they were there before. No cut trees, no mines, no 
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