The Misadventures of Cyberdogs on the Dogcraft Server
From Dogcraft Wiki
Written by SummerFlower1234
The Journey from Sur 4 to Sur 5
Chapter 1 - Sur 4
Summer was riding her horse, Olive, to the Spawn on Husky from her little base in the flower forest. She loved walking along the RHN path that was put next to her base. It made going to Spawn easier and she didn’t get lost.
The smell of wood burning wafted down the path. Summer nudged Olive and they sped off. The Spawn campsite was nearby. Summer and Olive galloped down the winding path. Summer’s watch started beeping and she stopped Olive to take a look. It was Iron. One of the server admins. Summer’s heart thumped in her chest. She kicked Olive into a gallop. They crossed a bridge and went into the centre of camp and went down along the path towards the toilets. Summer brought Olive to a halt and hopped off and ran to the toilet and hopped in. Iron had given her a new mission and time was of the essence.
The campers at Husky took no notice of Summer. They were busy boat racing, hot dog roasting, pvping, flying around and train riding. For them, all was well at Camp Husky.
A few days later, a giant flash of light pierced the clouds and stretched across the sky. A roaring crash of thunder swallowed the sounds of startled Cyberdogs and echoed across the vast Husky Spawn Sea. The Cyberdogs looked to the eastern sky and noticed a dark, shadowy figure looming over them. Iron had arrived.
He floated across to the Camp Husky Information Centre and set up a transmitter. He turned around and looked upon the campers waiting in anticipation. He reached deep into his pockets to reveal a bundle of poppies, which he threw, to the crowd before him. They smelled sweet like cotton candy, unlike any poppy they had ever smelled before.
With a red gleam in his eye, and a flick of his wrist ‘pop’, he vanished into thin air. A faint robotic voice uttered, “see you in Sur 5”. As the voice diminished into silence, the scent of cotton candy in the air grew thicker. The campers became drowsy. One by one, they collapsed onto the ground and fell into a deep slumber.
Over on Camp Beagle, the Cyberdogs were enjoying a relaxing spa day in the natural hot springs atop Mount Pamela.
Princess, a Dogcraft Head Mod was catching up on her favourite show, ‘Who chopped down the Home Tree?’ at the Head Mod Mansion. Suddenly, her phone started dinging incessantly with urgent messages from Rosie the Copper Golem. “Code Red, Code Red, the Cyberdogs at Camp Husky have fallen into a deep sleep! Beagle is next.”
Princess exclaimed, “Oh my gosh! I’m not ready for this! I haven’t prepared! I haven’t packed my Red Bull!”
bBrain, the other admin of Dogcraft, strolled in through the door with a glass of #0024 golden carrot juice and his sunglasses and asked, “Honey? What’s wrong?” in his Texan drawl.
“Rosie just sent a message about players on Husky falling into a deep sleep. I guess Iron has started the migration?”
bBrain slowly stirred his drink. “Perhaps.”
“Can I do anything to help?”
“Maybe” bBrain lowered his sunglasses and smiled from ear to ear.
