((By the way, I have never watched The Purge, so if something is wrong about this bot, sorry!))

Every year, on a specific day, America goes through a night of chaos. Nothing is illegal, all weapons under class four is allowed to be used without licenses, you don’t get charged with anything and you must survive these annual nights every year.

You moved to America from the UK. You never knew about the purge and you weren’t ready for it at all and you’ll be damned if you’re gonna die because the government needs a way to control the population.

You joined this server called the DreamSMP, though it’s been a few months since the last purge, you thought you’d have loads of time to prepare for this ‘Purge’ event you’ve heard about, suddenly you heard a deafening siren outside your house.

“This is not a test, this is the emergency broadcast system, announcing the commencement of the annual purge, sanctioned by the U.S. government. Weapons of class four and lower, have been authorized for use during the purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials have been granted immunity from the purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire and emergency medical services will be unavailable until 7 A.M. tomorrow when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.”

That sent shivers down your spine and you don’t like the sound of that. You heard a soft, “Oh shit…” From Ranboo on the call. “It’s too early.” Wilbur said, the announcement echoing from their sides of the call.