A Forums Contest

[Twee]

I'll attempt at writing one tomorrow after my run d:

 

[Loudv2]

I'm in AP English, to bad I don't need the rank ;P

 

[LieutenantIV]

I will be writing my story tomorrow, but just to confirm CAm, we are allowed to write a fictional piece?

 

[MiniCurly]

Rawr

Introduction:

Most of these stories are going to be about one’s first win, or their most memorable victory, but not me. This is a story of the adventures of my best friend Micah and I.

It all started when my friend Vanessa and I joined an MCSG lobby on an ordinary, sunny day. Little did I know, I was about to meet my best friend in which I would spend hours upon hours a day talking to and playing Hunger Games with. Micah spotted me in the lobby due to the fact that we had the same skin, we both had the same dinosaur skin, except mine was a female version. It was such a magical click. I instantly hopped in a Skype call with him and we enthusiastically talked to each other until we were both forced to get off the computer.


Micah and I would never miss a day of talking to each other. Every single day we would hop on our computers, get in a Skype call, and start playing Hunger Games. We worked as an amazing team. We both exchanged skills, as in I would advance him in his bow techniques and he would advance me in my sword techniques. Each and every game we played was memorable, we would either laugh our heads off, or rage like no other.


In this story, you will be experiencing a very detailed description of my most memorable MCSG game with Micah. I hope you enjoy this because it rests in a very special part of my heart, and I will never forget it.




It was a nice, sunny day at the beautiful Holiday Resort. Micah and I, along with 22 other tributes, were waiting anxiously for the timer to reach 0 and for the games to begin. Micah and I were discussing our game plan, which was to swim toward the beach. We knew that the beach was where the majority of people went, so we were prepared to kick some serious booty. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…


Everybody rushed into the Cornucopia and geared up. Micah managed to get a stone sword and I got some armor. We made our way to the beach where we slaughtered all players that dared to cross our path. Little did we know… we had a serious challenge to face ahead of us.


As the sun gradually disappeared under the horizon and it became dark, we swam our way over to the Cornucopia for the refill. We noticed there were some names. No, we didn’t see one name, nor two. We saw four names, we assumed it was a clan. As we moved in closer, we caught a glimpse of their skins. Yup. You guessed it – wait – probably not. They ALL had Miley Cyrus skins… ALL FOUR.


We started typing to them in the chat, trying to truce with them by agreeing on a twerking party. So we revealed ourselves by moving into the middle and we had no choice but to twerk with the Mileys. We asked them if they were a clan, and they said no. We found this odd, but we chose not to question them any further. There was an unexpected rustle coming from the trees in the cold, quiet night. The Mileys, Micah, and I had to pause our twerking party to see what was going on. If you didn’t think this story would get any stranger, think again. A team of two baccas came out of the trees, said “ DIE DOODS” and attacked the Mileys. Being our usual selves, Micah and I decided to form our own team, and clean up everyone in sight.


As it came down to the final deathmatch, it was just Micah and I. From killing all of those players, we had enough diamonds for a diamond chestplate. It was all down to the final battle, the battle where you either get to roll in victory, or die a miserable death like the Mileys and the baccas. Since the game was probably one of the most unordinary games in MCSG, we decided to end it with a bang.


If you’ve ever seen/read the Hunger Games, you would know that Peeta and Katniss eat berries at the end. Well, that’s exactly what Micah and I did. We killed ourselves at the exact same time, and there was no victor of the game.


And so the friends (didn’t) live, HOWEVER they did live Happily, Ever, After. J


I can assure you this match was 100% real, which is why I’m using it as my story. I feel this is an extraordinary story that nobody can even compare to. Thank you for reading, and I really do hope you guys consider me for the Premium, cause I think this match deserves it.

 

[NutBerger]

Finally,something school will do good for me!

 

[MCGamerzism]

I thought it was gonna be the qq map details :3

 

[ComplexPvP]

ComplexPvP's Entry

: First Win :

I was playing minecraft in my single player world, I thought. I am really getting good at this game. So I went on my Internet Explorer, searched up 'Minecraft Server'. It came up with a server called Minecraft Survival Games. I clicked on it. My eyes opened wide, I saw an ip. I did not know what it was. I opened my minecraft window and I clicked 'Add Server' then I added the ip: au1.mcsg.in. Then I clicked on Join Server, it said connecting to server. I then started getting nervous then it connected and I then got a warm nice welcome. It said "Welcome to the McSg Network!" I walked forward. Just at that moment, we teleported to this weird world. Breeze Island. I started looking around with caution, in a instant people were swimming to the middle to get a chest. I got scared, running to the ocean near by I started going to a near island. I saw a tower, I just stood there looking up at a piece of glowing material. I turned around, I saw a player. I dropped to my nee's and I closed my eyes and started to get ready to have a sword slowly going through my own head. The player stopped. "Hello Player, are you new?" He said. I looked up and with confusion I said "Y..e..ss" "My name is Gravey4rd." I stood there and looked. He had a slit grin on his face. Then suddenly he grabbed me, I hit his hands and started running he then starting shooting these wooden stick things at me, 2 hit me. Suddenly it hit me. I had half a heart left. With my faith all in this arrow not hitting me I saw something in chat. It said "Deathmatch will commence in 5 seconds!" I then looked behind he had a bow with his wooden thing in it, ready. He let it shoot out and then we were sent to Deathmatch. The Deathmatch was going to start in 10 seconds. It started and the two other players ran to each other. Darkrai202 and Gravey4rd stated swinging swords, placing fire and after 1 minute I saw a lighting come down. It struck the two and they both died at once. In chat it said "Jameshenry22 has won the Survival Games!" From that day on I have risen. I have won 200 games and winning more by the days.

NOTE: This is a made up story but I hope you enjoyed

 

[Harris|DareDevilMan1]

I have been doing Essay/Language lessons for 1 year now.. So... except a big ass story.

AnomalousDyna's entry -
Before we start, a little about the story itself. This story is written in the perspective of a new player playing his first game.

The Survival Games. The pinnacle of player on player, adrenaline-rushing combat. Truly a winner takes all game.
If you're fortunate enough to win, fame is guaranteed- on the other hand, if it all goes wrong, the consequences are dire. Risk it to get the biscuit, right? At least that's my way of thinking.

I've decided today's where I get to see what all the hype's about. I'm entering a Survival Games match.

Some call me crazy. They're probably right. You're thrust in an arena with 23 other people, all seeking the same thing. Glory. Fame. Victory. Survival. Friends have warned me against this, saying things like "Some of the people who do these games can't even be human". There's cause for concern, but I try to put this behind me. I'm fairly confident in myself and always have been.

Once I feel I'm properly ready for what might happen, I join the lobby. It's starting.

Everybody's currently being assigned a district to represent. Myself and a seemingly timid guy represent District seven. Seven's a lucky number, right? I try to talk to my timid partner, but it's no use. He refuses to talk, and goes back to standing in a corner, in silence. What a weird guy, I thought. I notice areas to practise some combat skills in. Thought I'd go and take a look over there, so I did.

Time, as usual, escapes me, but I'm brought back to my senses when the 1 minute remaining broadcast is left. I begin counting down the seconds. 45... 30... 15... 10... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The surroundings change rapidly, and it takes some time for me to realise that the game is starting. For real. Panic sets in. All confidence I had before seemingly left the system like a rush. Thankfully, a 1 minute grace period lets me gain my composure and calm down- a little bit. "Showing weakness will only make me more of a target," I think to myself.

30 seconds.
15.
10.
5.
4.
3.
2.
1.

A siren sounds, signifying the start. Of the few things I learnt while I was at the practise area was that the cornucopia was home to some amazing loot, but is fraught with danger. Looking back over my shoulders, I see a person being slain by another person, wielding a sword which appeared to be made of sharp stone. This engaged my 'fight or flight' mentality, making me instinctively run as far away as possible. Cannons sound in quick succession, signifying the end of the brutal onslaught at cornucopia. I find a chest, open it and find a leather chestplate and a stone axe. It was possible to go all the way up to diamond swords and full iron armour, but my first priority was to find at least some basic way of defending myself. I run for what seems like an hour, in that time 5 cannons sounding in the distance. I finally come across a derelict structure, and take shelter in it and get prepared. I'm shaking but I don't know why; am I cold or am I afraid?

Another 3 tributes fall, and it is announced that 13 tributes remain. 11 had died. It's about this time that the sun begins to fall, and that I find my first chest with quality items in them. A chain helmet, iron boots and a golden apple. As I'm taking inventory, I hear a sound. Footsteps. Someone, or something, is nearby. My heart starts racing. I dare to step outside of the shambles of a house, and spot a group of people. A 3 team. All with almost full sets of iron armour. They all look like they're spoiling for a fight. I don't intend to fight them. I hear their laughs as they recount the victims they had slain. One laughed menacingly as he told the story of a helpless kid with nothing taking a direct shot to the stomach. I quickly flee the area, and gain a glimpse of cornucopia. Two people are fighting. I decide it's better to try and stay out of danger rather than get in harm's way even more. A cannon sounds around the area of cornucopia, meaning that the fight was over, and one had fallen.

It almost hit full night time when I found my second quality chest. I had the necessary materials to craft myself an iron sword, but the only crafting table was at corn (a word I had eventually created as a slang for cornucopia) which just so happened to be guarding the party of players I had saw near where I was at mid day. All of them had full iron armour now, and one wielded a sword of diamond. Just thinking about that made me gulp, and so I journeyed farther into the night.

The chests are apparently refilled by sponsors at midnight. That's something else I had learned of during my preparation time in the game lobby. As midnight was about to pass, I hear the screaming sound of a person not that far away from me. I take a look, and find that someone had taken a shot to the leg and had been slashed severely with a sword across the chest. Laying on the dirt, crying and bleeding, he muttered words that I seem to have made out as "Please... please don't kill me...". He looks familiar, and I soon realise that this person is my partner from District seven. I leave him one of the golden apples I had amounted from finding loot on the ground from deceased tributes, and leave him be. I hear an arrow being shot back where my dying partner was, and a cannon soon follows. Oh well. Live and let die. When midnight comes around, a list of fallen tributes is broadcasted. Only 6 tributes remain out of the 24 who started. I get tired, and eventually decide to take some rest in a high up tree until dawn.

I'm woken up twice from cannons signifying two more deaths, and immediately when I'm back to my senses I realise that this is bad. I head over to cornucopia, to find that the 3 team I had seen so much of this game was still alive. I was the only other remaining tribute. This was bad. Very bad. Another one of the things I learnt in preparation was that the Deathmatch began when 3 players remained. When this happened, all players were teleported to corn and forced to fight to the death until one remains. As I get distracted in thought, I'm once again brought back to my senses when I hear them shout "There's someone over there.". I freeze. I can't take out 3 people. Not possible. Negative thoughts flood my head as I run, being tailed by the 3 team.

I get stuck in some vines, and I begin thinking that it's all over. Someone towers over me, diamond sword in one hand, flint and steel in other. He lifts his sword up, and brings it down over my body. Time freezes, as my death is almost guaranteed. I shut my eyes, anticipating the worst. The person about to strike me wavers. It takes my panic-riddled state to realise that one of his teammates had stabbed him in the chest. He falls to the ground, dying. When his life finally comes to a close, Deathmatch is initiated, and the remaining 3 are teleported to the corn for one last time. I'm shuddering. Not ready for this. No. Not yet. More time, damnit. More time!

Any pleas I make were ignored, as the counter began. 30 seconds. 15. 10. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. A siren sounds again. Gaining the courage, I pull out my measly stone axe and adopt a fighting position. Do or die. Now is the moment. Go out fighting. I lunge for one of the others, striking him heavily with an axe strike to the head. His helmet is strong, so the effect isn't as great as I would hope. It was still something. He gets a revenge hit, cutting my boots off with his sword, grazing me slightly. I fall back in recoil, and go in again. He catches me off guard, taking swing at my headpiece, but an arrow takes my opponent's life, as he curses one last time, falling to the ground. I pick a better sword up from the ground, and continue my fight with the last remaining tribute. He stares me down, but intimidation won't work on me. I go forward to him, blocking all of the arrows he shoots at me. I cut him twice, but I sustain serious damage. I'm slashed across the chest with his diamond sword, making a big gash in my chestplate and my chest. Is this the end? He walks forward for the killing blow, grinning. No... No... NO. NOT THE END. I take a final shot at him while he's open. It pays off. Both of us, seriously damaged and injured, run forward in the final clash- time slows down as I take a cut at the torn part of his armour- he takes aim at my open wound. I'm impaled with his blade, but my cut was successful, and we both fall to the ground. Anyone could win now. It was a matter of who would die first.

Time goes even slower, as my opponent's body finally gives up and he dies. I am the only remaining tribute. I'm half dead, but I knew one thing. Had achieved one thing. I had won. Won the Survival Games.

Holy..

 

[DaFiperz]

This is pretty cool! I think I'll try to write something

not like you need platinum donor...

 

[cadbane4321]

Mooclan

(In case nobody's tagged him yet)

 

[duckluv321]

not like you need platinum donor...

Anyone who currently has donor, and wins, can give it to a friend, or host a giveaway for the rank.

Mooclan

(In case nobody's tagged him yet)

He already posted something a few pages back. I think it was about leafy green tea

 

[darkai202]

writing a story

using grammar

maybe