Maero-jeh-whanna History (full version)

Maero-jeh-whanna as a name was chosen with the intent of sounding like a company trying to reach out to the youth, and ducking up because they're so smart

Name links: HunnyJar Captain_Menz

ORIGINS

This faction was not originally founded on TVS. It was instead born on a friends realm. This realm was small, only having around 6 or 7 players that interacted with Maero-jeh-whanna in any significant way. After running far from spawn, the players HunnyJar and Captain_Menz (irl friends) met up 27k 21k from spawn to set up a base they felt to be secure, free from the chaos of spawn proximity.

SANCTUARY

It was beautiful. Our base was a wooden lodge in a plains, untouchable. There we created a strong monument to time. We cured villagers, we mined diamond, we broke the nether roof, we had a 5G tower. It was all there, and nothing could tear us down. We became fully geared and, equipt with elytra, we broke the barrier separating us from spawn. We engaged in diplomacy with strong players, we stole from the creeper farms to fuel our success, we obtained the trident, and we slayed the dragon... three times.

THE HUNT

There was drama brewing that would lead to our greatest threat as a nation. Melon, one of the players we had been stealing from and trading elytra with as a joking way of flexing power, had lost his pet dolphin (he killed it himself but we don't need to bring that up lol). He made a tombstone made of diamond in dolphins honor. There, on a pedestal, was one raw cod that the dolphin had dropped upon death. It was the real deal. Not knowing it was real, HunnyJar took the dolphin as a joke and ran back to base along with a fresh load of powder and paper. But once they returned, they learned the truth. Feeling bad, they decided to go back and return the fish. However, because of gear running low on power and strength, they needed to resupply on many things. This took too long for melon, and they engaged their hack client and searched for our base, covering thousands of blocks in mere minutes. They underestimated our distance, and so we were safe.

COVER YOUR TRACKS

After melon flew by the base of Psyched, one of the somewhat strong members, HunnyJar took note of the coordinates while Captain_Menz was performing maintenance at the base with things such as farming and mining and grinding. After flying out on the nether roof, they went and saw the base. It was about 5k from spawn and looked beautiful. It was untouched. However, after looking and leaving, Melon flew in a complete circle around spawn, and came back to the base and saw the portal that was made on the roof, therefore linked to the roof. And while the nether roof was furious to travel even with hacks, our base was only 1.2k 3.4k from 0,0 in the nether because of coordinate rules. After watching Melon use the portal to find the nether roof via discord stream, HunnyJar acted cool under pressure and told them that it wasn't even close, and after flying far in random directions they agreed. They went within 300 blocks of our real portal.

FLUSHED OUT BY FEAR

Melon would be back. Fueled by the rage of only having one of the two dropped remains of his beloved pet he would stop at nothing to confront us and our base. Our coords had basically been compromised. They would be back. Code red, time to leave. HunnyJar informed Captain_Menz of the danger and agreed on evacuation. We attempted to move our pets, but none survived the journey. They were lost and are probably even still alive. After taking our 10 dogs, single cat and esteemed horse, we left our op villagers with one emerald mending trades to rot in their homes. We took our music disc collection, our minerals and metals, our wood and useful potion ingredients, and every valuable we could think of such as slime, anvils obsidian and gunpowder. Captain_Menz had predicted our coords being discovered, so they made an evacuation tunnel in the nearby mountain that lead us out of render distance. Then, with our elytra, we flew about 5k from our base and managed 30k. After that HunnyJar made their way to the nether roof by using the latter and ender pearl glitch and traveled far from spawn. Nether coordinates reached 20k in the nether alone. After their elytra was basically destroyed, they made a portal to the overworld and got out at 164k on one axis. They would then travel to 170k and Captain_Menz would soon follow, and there they would make their final stand on the server.

NEW HORIZON

Our golden age had passed. We had fled so far from spawn that even if we wanted to, we couldn't get back to spawn. Our interactions with players outside of our faction was over. We could no longer travel to the end, and were limited to the three elytra we had. We had no endstone, no chorus, those blocks would never be obtained. We would never hold the dragon egg, as that was held by an unknown player. HunnyJar tried to get the every potion achievement but forgot the ducking water breathing because it wasn't on the brewing chart, you should memorize your potions always because sometimes charts suck. We had been making plans for what to do on christmas, and were planning on making a christmas tree with a beacon star. Luckily we found a nether fortress in our nether, and after forging a looting blade HunnyJar managed to behead the wither skeletons in the fortress, as well as manage a full stack of blaze rods. We traveled away from our base in the making and summoned the wither with crab rave playing. With the power of crab rave we slayed the wither in under 4 minutes. The star was ours, and as a display of power, Captain_Menz placed the beacon on a throne of diamond while flying with elytra. Netherite blocks would've been better but at least we did a thing. The beacon shone farther than the sky could reach, and showed that we were not bound by any build height or travel limit. As a display of this, HunnyJar hatched a plan to travel to the world border and place their flag beyond the actual border itself, signifying that we were truly unbound by anything.

DEATH OF THE WORLD

In truth, there was one thing that we did not realize: we had not spread. We were on a single realm, and that meant we were vulnerable and limited. This was not a problem for the months we had been at power and superiority on the server, and at our new base we were making such a large structure that it required the material of a mountain to construct. We were terraforming, but we overlooked one factor: this was a realm. Run by a friend. And all the while we had been thriving, our friend who was running the realm hadn't been able to play with us. They couldn't keep the realm up anymore, so it was closed. This was understandable, and we could live with it. We had made the marks that we could on the server and our nation was never going to die unless the literal existence of the world had died.

So was that it? Were we done forever? We had tried talking with members of the realm on our discord server, which was our main hangout and used more than the dms or anything. Not a single person had the information of a new, booming server. It seemed like a dark night was falling over us. THE NEW AGE

No... no, we were not done. We had slayed the dragon and the wither multiple times, we obtained the trident, we scraped through the boiling depths of hell to find the rarest material in the game, we climbed and navigated through the cold deserts of the far end islands to find the most valuable gear in all of minecraft, and we had traveled the farthest we had every traveled in all of our minecraft years. Maero-jeh-whanna was formed out of a bond, and unless the bond that we shared was severed, we would not fall. We took to the vast oceans of the internet and managed to find a few servers that we could try. The first was the server we reside on now, the second was of a small growing youtuber, and the third was an attempt at a remake of the close friends we had during the realm, except it was much bigger. On our friends server, I was invited to the faction that Gabesters and Text were fighting for at the time. They were based around 5k from spawn, and because of that they were being hunted down by a griefing group who had religious ideologies based around someones burrito or some dumb sh*t. It was hilarious, but it was a slaughter. I wasn't even fighting for Maero-jeh-whanna on that server. I was fighting for a doomed nation. After that war, many members of the side that lost decided to quit the server because they felt that history would repeat itself, and scheduled battles were just about how many people you had fighting. That server wasn't any good. The second server I have yet to start on, although it holds little promise. But TVS is a whole new experience. As of writing this, its about three weeks old and it already has a player base this strong. The golden age is yet to come on this server, and I want Maero-jeh-whanna to be ready to seize that age when it does. After all, a wise individual once told me, "It takes skill to turn luck into success."

WE

We may not be the strongest faction on the server, but we have the strongest will and the toughest motivation. We will not fall no matter what. The only thing that can stop us will be the death of the server itself. If the player base dies and activity stalls, we switch to solo mode and do what we did in our post-golden era. We know for a fact that this server is ours for the taking. While some of it may be off limits to us, you now know that we know no bounds. Of course with everything, we need opportunity, and we don't have much military or diplomatic power. And sure, our numbers are a handicap, and yes we own little, we have the value in the entity of the nation. It isn't just some meme anymore. Maero-jeh-whanna is now a part of us, thus it will live on beyond this server like it has the other.

How we role

We be vibin', but don't fuck with us or else hunny will hunt you down and pull apart the individual bones of your spine while mad hunts down your family and loved ones and torments them before your eyes. You will be powerless. Unfortunately we don't accept any members becoming part of our faction itself, but we can accept association and partnerships. We all about diplomacy. But again, we don't take shit from nobody.