Artiopas REMAKE 0: Commencer Returns

This is an entry for a certain contest for an Artiopas remake.
The actual "Commencer" can be seen here.
==The Story==
The lost log of Artiopas: the start of all the torment, and the hacker striking the server. The following text is written from the point of view of "LAR2".
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You know me, the average joe. The same person who would enter minecraft and build whatever was on his mind. Apparently nobody liked the fact I was there. They would abandon me. Fill me with distraught. No matter how painful it was, they knew how I really felt, but nobody cared. Even the admins hated me. I don't understand anymore.
I remember how this all started out as. It was just when a player named "Adam" joined the server. I was... tormented all of the sudden. I did not do much at all. I have only built a few things in the server. Not even close to the idea of plain nor grand, just... simple.
I could hear the laughter swarming through my ears. It echoed inside my head and hasn't stopped until now.
<Remistae> Oh look! It's the Brianman!
<Herobrine> What?
<Frowndot54> Gah, don't worry lad. We ought to guide ya! Ya need it!
I cringed at the way they talked. It was absolutely pathetic. It was like they put their own accent into a digital chat or they were just messing with me. Even though, the way they "guided" me was brutal.
<Herobrine> I... Have to go...
<Remistae> Okay! Seeya punk!
They just called me a punk.
All the players acted this way to me. I don't know why so I decided to run to an admin and ask why they would do such a thing to me.
<Herobrine> Hey, admins?
<Geodashie> Sorry, but you must be a reasonable user or above to communicate with a moderator/admin!
<Herobrine> What? You too are being silly?<Eggman45> We aren't being silly. We're just doin' our job!Well that was just racist.
They didn't stop laughing at me (or in my part, spamming HAHAHAHHAHAHA at the chat, which was annoying.) Others eventually joined it but they did not care about what they were laughing at, but who they were laughing at....It may have been just a server, but it felt heartbreaking.
I could feel the player falling down.
...wanting to die.
<Deezknots> Haha... Is mister no-eyes crying?
The laughing felt so real, it felt like they were right here, right now, doing this only for their pathetic entertainment, but they don't know how it feels to be killed in the inside.
...There was no escape button to help me now.
<Geodashie> We'll give you a break, Make sure to stop here at 4:30 for some milk and cookies! HAHAHAHA
I can't stand it. The laughing transformed from text to noise. I was bullied before but this took the cake. I was lost in a fearful trance and I couldn't even run away from it.
<Adam> Let me talk this guy out... He seems pretty let-down!
<Herobrine> Were you the one who started all this?
<Adam> DID YOU TALK TO ME WHILE YOU WENT ALL HILLY-NILLY WITH YOUR MOUTH? DIDN'T THINK SO!More laughter... I've had enough. I wanted to walk away, no matter how much I didn't want to run away I also could not stand how dreadful it is. But I couldn't- there was no keyboard.
No mouse. No buttons. No computer.
I began to run. I could move with my legs... not as you think, but I could move the "player" with my legs. I could feel what it could feel, The server and it's people sucked me into this horrible...
I...
I don't know how to put it..
Soon, I thought building something could make me happy, anything, so I went to the building section and got some wool from a chest. Even if it was only three seconds of happiness the players joined one by one and began destroying everything I built as fast as nanoseconds.
<Geodashie> Sorry, but you haven't gone to building school!
I snapped when I only placed one block of wool down and they suddenly broke it.
<Deezknots> You are a true numbnut here!
<Eggman45> Everyone step right up! Smack-a-player for only 2 emeralds!
I saw them quickly building up a huge structure that towered over me. Once they were done and before I could escape again, they shoved me towards it and tied me, then I saw myself being hung upon them.
The pain of millions of players punching me struck me. It felt like I was bleeding. But how..?
It was already three days. I was still stuck in this server. I was only here to build, I tried ignoring the players, and I was hungry. Nobody was going to feed me, I know, but besides, I'll just respawn. For now, I will build.
<Deezknots> What are you doing here, chief?
<Herobrine> Just leave me alone. I've been through enough already.
<Deezknots> You're not the admin here, buddy. You're just a toothpick.<Herobrine> Admins are supposed to watch the server with care! If that's true, you really suck at your job!<Deezknots> Well, that was quite rude.<Herobrine> You think that was rude? Look at you! You are a whole hundred times more impolite than me!<Deezknots> How about we make a deal. If you give me a diamond, I won't pick on you for the rest of the day.<Herobrine> I guess so... Here.<Deezknots> How did you get this, anyway?
I froze, almost petrified. How did I get this? I definitely did not use commands, I didn't mine, and I didn't pick this up at all. How did this diamond appear in my hands?
<Deezknots> Well?
<Herobrine> I... Dug for it.
<Deezknots> Heh, stupido. Well, have fun with your next 9 hours of free time. It could have been a whole lot more if you were to just log off, pretty boy. I don't understand why you're still here.I didn't log off for three whole days. I only wanted to build, possibly the only reason why Minecraft exists anyway.
I came to the same room where I was tormented in and tied and hung. The structure looked like it was going to collapse any time soon, but this is just a game, It won't actually fall.
After cleaning all of those pathetic leftovers, I went to building again. Apparently I only got wool. Only me. If only people knew generosity these days but people often enjoy laughing at somebody trying to act sovereign amongst another.
But I don't understand these recent occurrences. The reason why I stayed to build was because I can't leave. 
I could feel it's pain.
The player's pain.
I grabbed a torch. They gave me torches as well, at least that was a good sign... right?
Maybe it was the building section that corrupted my computer, I sprinted towards the walls. No, I sprinted faster than I could. It was impossible, but the adrenaline inside of me pushed me off the barrier of what Minecraft could handle.
I jumped off the wall, and landed into a large group of people.
They were all facing me, I could feel their emotions through the movement on their keyboard, despite being so far away. I thought they were here to apologize, so I prepared to type.
But something appeared on the screen that gave me a double take.
<Deezknots> Sorry. I took back on that deal.
<Reedseed41> Yeah. Anything you want to say before we send you to the world of the banned?I was shocked. Everything inside my body came to an abrupt stop. I stared at the admins, then the users, and back in forth like a tennis match. Everything escalated so quickly; They never gave me a chance to calm down, or attempt to leave, or both.
In absolute fury, I ran towards the admin and punched him. He was knocked out so far and crashed into the ground, leaving bits of his health remaining. I smirked a little, I've finally done something I wanted. Everyone looked at me with shocked faces.
<Adam> You've gone too far. GET HIM!
<Herobrine> YOU PUNKS BETTER KEEP YOUR FIVE METER DISTANCE!!!I pulled out a diamond sword and wore diamond armor. The armor was not light but neither was the sword. Everyone was surprised by the sudden resources I got in such short notice, and also for my bravery.
I was ready for the fight. I was ready for a war.
Admin "Deezknots" ran towards me and quickly typed some sort of command. I glared at him suspiciously. (That was a bad choice getting near me! How stupid is he? He could have just did it from behind!) I raised the sword and slashed him until he was knocked to the ground, and dissolved into white particles. As I raised my hand, an apple spawned for me, and I crunched on it. It tasted as good as pain. Suddenly, when I charged towards the others, a brown screen filled the monitor.
"You have been disconnected. Reason: Hacking, High treason."
Hah, that was my favorite part. It was HILARIOUS.
I reconnected like I didn't even witness the screen, and did an empty glare at them. I didn't care about leaving. I didn't care about the diamonds. I cared about torturing them.
<Herobrine> DO I HAVE TO MAKE IT CLEAR TO YOU JERKS? I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR 3 DAYS, AND I CAN'T EVEN FIND SOMETHING TO DO WITHOUT A BUNCH OF JACKASSES SPOILING THE FOOD ON MY PLATE! ALL I WANTED WAS TO HAVE FUN, BUT THE NICK OF UNDER-COOKED BEEF SPOILED THIS ENTIRE GAME! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO OBEY YOUR NEW COMMANDER, ME.
I didn't type that, I said that. And as I slashed the ground, block by block, it started to kill players trying to run away from me. I couldn't stop smiling. I dashed towards Adam, and slashed him so hard he was knocked onto the wall I went through. I threw my sword and only missed by inches. Although, as the game was somewhat glitched, he was pinned there.
<HeLobRine2> Oh, on the contrary, Adam. You are going to become my slave.
<Adam> Please! Have mercy!<HLoaRin2> I tried to show mercy long ago. It's YOU who should be showing it, comrade.I remembered that this was always what happened, even a long time ago. The memory was still very painful-
A player.
As I expected. The last player was about to join. Once I kill this player, I can have full control over the server with no discomfort. I've waited for this moment. But... I stared at Adam. I wanted him to do it along with me, like the old times. And if he fails he'll die. If he accomplishes it, he'll still die. This is a game where mercy is not a word. This is a world where cruelty will always live. For as long as they are here.
<LAR2> ADAM. ONCE THE LAST PLAYER IS KILLED, THEN I WILL HAVE FULL CONTROL OVER THE SERVER WITHOUT ANY SORT OF FRICTION GETTING IN THE WAY. I WANT YOU TO DO THE HONORS.
<Adam> Aren't you taking this a little too far?<LAR2> DIDN'T YOU TAKE THE MATTERS WHEN I CAME BACK FROM THIS SERVER A LITTLE TOO FAR, TOO?<Adam> ...<LAR2> THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. LET ME REMIND YOU, ADAM.... . .
"It's critical that you listen..."
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Category:Artiopas Remakes
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