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A Forums Contest
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You sir, just stole my platinum rankLadies and gentlemen, I present to you my second story submission. I am going to cancel my former submission, and instead use this one. I have already asked CAm, and he said we could submit multiple entries, but only have one considered for the contest.
Starring: Zaex, OnlyMathias, and PuffyCottonCandy, joined by guest Erisyuka.
Special thanks to Mufasa, Chad’s Cat. You'll find out why.
Based off of Survival Games 1, the map by Team Vareide, and also The Hunger Games series.
This story is not based off of a memory from the past. As I write, everything that I say comes to life within my imagination. I create my own memories. It may not have been a real event in the past, but it’s real enough to me, within my own mind. Things that happen on the MCGamer servers are in a virtual world made of electricity. My mind, my imagination, the way I think – it’s made by electronic pulses, is it not? Therefore it’s similar to the way a physical server might work, in theory. That means that this could have actually happened on my own mental MCSG Server
With that said, I believe I just qualified this story for the contest.CAm can you confirm or deny?
In addition to the contest, this story does serve multiple other purposes – As a welcome-back present to Zaex for when he returns, as a lol-gift for Mathias, and an apology to Puff for ending our conversation so rudely. Also, a thank-you to Erisyuka for hosting the servers that bring me, Zane, Mathias, and everyone else (you know who) together regularly. Unfortunately, Mathias is forum-banned, so I will have to send him a copy of it some other way, and Zane isn’t actually back for another few days. The whole thing with Dave/Mathias was intended to be ironic.
I purposefully included several references to other things. You may find them as you read along, or you may not. Feel free to quote and tell me if you see one!
This story was NOT made to offend anyone. I had to portray the Administrators/Gamemasters as the bad guys in order to complete the story, but never forget the work that they do to maintain the MCG servers.
This entire post was 6+ pages long in Microsoft Word, and had over 2,500 words. It took over two hours to write, and I have not proofread it.
“The Games are starting in
5…
4...
3…
2…
1…
The Games have begun!
May the odds be never in your favor!”
A bell rang, and the 24 tributes ran. An all-out sprint. Some ran towards each other, some away from everyone else. It was a mad dash to the center, the cornucopia. High risk, high reward. Or so it was told, to those who weren’t confident in their abilities.
I sprinted towards the chest nearest me, opened it, and found just what I needed; a stone sword would grant me protection and kill potential. It would make it several times easier to slay my foes, and also stop anyone from advancing towards me without caution.
Quickly snatching the rest of the items I saw, I glanced to my left and saw the chest lying unopened. I remembered that the people on my left were planning on running away from the cornucopia instead of to it, so I opened the chest and grabbed the armor and food that lay within. Looking around, I saw people beginning to create one of the most exciting moments of the Survival Games – The bloodbath. At the beginning of the Games, in the first moments, odds were that a large portion of the tributes would die here and now.
Eager to join the fray, I clicked on my armor, rearranged my inventory, and jumped onto the crafting bench for height. Leaping onto the nearest player, I started swinging madly, hoping to get a critical hit for a swifter kill. Soon I heard the cannon, and the player’s items dropped. I scooped them up and dashed into an open area, checking all directions around me before equipping my newly acquired gear.
Thinking about my strategy meetings before the Games, I remembered that I had to go make sure my three allies were safe and out of harm’s way. Glancing back at the cornucopia, my vision zoomed in for a closer look at who was still there. Recognizing Mathias being cornered in a fight, I hurriedly sprinted back towards him. As I got there, another player leaped out of the trees and landed behind Mathias with a thud. The sound of tearing flesh rang through my ears, and the avatar of my dear friend faded.
“No! Mathias! You fools, do you see what you’ve just done?! You scum of the earth, prepare for your deathbeds! Better call for your mothers, or else you’ll never speak to them again!” I shouted, enraged at Mathias’ death. Mathias was our way out, a one-way ticket back to our homes. Without him, all of our deals were off – no way out of the arena.
I took in the two men standing before me, and their names. I will remember those names for a long time. Running towards the man standing on my right flank, I hit him with a critical hit and another uppercut to knock him backwards into a tree. Strafing to my left, I circled around him, dealing harsh blows to his upper body. In a mere few seconds, he had been obliterated, and I heard the loud cannons fire. Turning back to the other man who was charging at me, the one Mathias had been fighting originally; I interrupted his sprinting with my fishing rod and then used my own engage. Caught off-guard by my quick reaction, he was unable to land a hit on me, while I knocked him into a spider-web trap in the ground. Leaving him to fall into the lava below, I walked away and collected the loot from the other man that I had just killed. A few more steps, and the scream of a man in anguish resounded, followed by yet another cannon.
Grimly recollecting the sight of my friend’s existence fading, I silently prayed for his safe passage to @Dave’s Channel, hoping for Life to grant him a second chance. Not only was he our ticket out of the arena, but also one of my closest friends. Already exhausted from the events that had just occurred, I ate a golden carrot to replenish my depleted hunger bars and health.
Walking to the edge of the forest, I looked behind me at the place I had just left; however, just then I heard a shuffling in front of me, and jerked my head forwards, preparing for an attack. Crouching behind a tree and watching for any movements, I was surprised to hear the scuffling behind me, accompanied with a loud cry and cannon. Turning around yet again, I was surprised to see a form falling down from the sky, landing with a stumble. Brandishing my sword, another body jumped out of a tree, hopping off of the last layer of branches.
“Zane? Puff?” I said, confused. For it was, indeed, my two remaining allies, Zaex30 and PuffyCottonCandy.
“Yeaaah buddy! The one and only, the Might of Demacia!” Zane exclaimed, chuckling at his own reference. “Oh, and this Puff dude is here too. Why did you bring her again?”
Laughing at Zane’s joke, I said, “Good to see you so soon. Or rather, not so good. I have bad news.” Ignoring his second remark, I told them softly, “Our comrade-in-arms, and ever-faithful friend Mathias, has been slain.”
A silence settled between us, and a frown slipped onto our faces. Puff may not have known Mathias, but it was evident that he meant a lot to us. Zane was the first to speak up, “May he rest in peace.” And with that, we moved on with a silent agreement. No more talking about it – we have to focus on what to do, how to survive. If we get through this, we’ll be able to mourn for him later.
A few hours and several cannon shots later, there were five tributes left standing, including us. Two enemies, and then we would be faced with a decision. Walking to a nearby cabin, we hoped to find a safe place to rest for the night. Cautiously opening the door, Zane slipped inside. We waited outside for the all-clear signal, anxiously glancing around the dark sky for any signs of incoming foes. Suddenly, we heard a shout and the clash of steel-on-steel, and I rushed to open the door, drawing my sword to aid Zane. Sprinting inside, I told Puff to stand guard. Rushing to where I heard the scuffle coming from, I found Zane inside trying to stab an already-bloody figure. I took the handle of my sword, and swung the flat of my blade at the body’s head like a baseball bat, which then faded.
“You kill-stealer! Why would you do that? I wanted the darn points, you oaf!” He joked, making a humph sound.
“Well, gee, I’m so sorry for thinking you might have been in danger. Next time let me know, and I won’t come rushing to save your sorry rear end.” I teased back, knowing he wouldn’t take me seriously. I shouted to Puff that she could come inside, and that it was clear.
“Finally! Geez, it’s dark out there. What took you so long?” Puff said, looking rather indignant at being left out in the cold.
I lit a torch and replied, “Well, Zane over here had a person he wanted to kill,” looking at the man himself, who was going through the loot.
“Yeah, I figured that much. I heard the cannon and swords.” Puff retorted, sitting down on a bench.
Starting to settle for the night, I was preparing a mat, but was interrupted by the sound of thunder rumbling. “Wait, isn’t this a weather-controlled area? There shouldn’t be any lightning.” Zane said, yawning with his hand over his mouth.
“I’ll go check. You’re right; we should be within a dome.” I replied, getting up and walking outside. The sight that I was met with astounded me. “Zane, Puff! Get out here, now!” I shouted, wanting them to see this.
In a few seconds all three of us were standing outside, bathed in a white light. Spotlights from helicopters shone down a few dozen blocks in front of us, exposing a purple figure in a suit. Erisyuka.
Bullets were raining down on the lone figure, and lightning was being channeled from the border of the dome, aimed at a single spot. The Gamemasters at work. Why was Erisyuka here? And what was he doing getting shot full of holes and burnt by electric surges? It took me a few moments to realize, he wasn’t. He was actually still whole, and virtually untouched. A barrier was around him, burning up and blocking anything that came within blocks of him… including the dome. Next to him laid the last tribute that was not our ally, clearly not moving, and hopefully slain. Meanwhile, Erisyuka was steadily walking through the dome, burning a massive hole.
My thoughts were interrupted by Puff, who shouted, “Moo! Zane! That guy is creating a hole in the dome, we have to escape through it!” My mind reeled from the thought that we might actually still have a shot at escaping the arena without having to kill each other.
Together, we sprinted towards the action, and towards our freedom. Knowing Erisyuka, he would have probably coded the barrier to let us through. I told Zane that while we ran, so that we didn’t hesitate and waste any time. We sprinted over blocks and under tree branches, running to the edge of Erisyuka’s protective barrier. I thought to myself, It’s like a stone sword off of Corn. The ultimate defense, and offense. I got caught up in my thoughts, and found myself tripping on a tuft of grass right as we reached Erisyuka. I moved to stand up, but found myself being blocked by a line of bullets fired in front of my face, scorching a line in the ground. The message was clear: If you take a step forwards, we fire. I looked up at Zane, Puff, and Erisyuka, and shook my head.
“Go on. I’ll be seeing you soon.” I said quietly, hoping sound was able to bypass the barrier. I slowly stood up, sending the Gamemasters a clear message: Do not fire. Backing away slowly, I turned around and walked to a helicopter that was landing, stepping in. Closing my eyes and exhaling, I sat down in a chair, and was soon handcuffed in place. Hopefully, this would be the last time I ever saw this arena in person.
Three Days Later
“May I present to you, the last remaining tribute from the Survival Games, Mooclan!” An unseen announcer exclaimed. Arms by my sides, no emotions on my face, I stepped out of the shadows. Striding with fake confidence to my seat, I slowly eased my body down. Numb. I felt numb, if anything. I heard people cheering over the livestream – No one was allowed in the same room as me without being armed, for fear that I would take violent measures. And for good reason, I’m sure.
I heard someone asking me questions, and I made sure to keep my answers short and simple. Hearing myself, I sounded bitter. Resigned to my fate, almost. On the inside, however, I was filled to the brim with anticipation, knowing that with every second I came closer to the perfect opportunity.
Several guards came inside to escort me to the Hub, where I would finally be publicly unveiled. Like a new favorite toy, I thought to myself, thinking of the disgusting way the Gamemasters treated the Tributes. I slowly walked to the Hub, not causing any trouble but testing the patience of the guards around me with my slow pace. I heard one grumbling about it, and on the inside I allowed myself to smile with grim satisfaction.
A lady guided me to an underground pedestal, where I would wait until it was time for me to rise up in the center of the Hub, on the stage. Unsurprisingly, I was handcuffed with slim metal chains, which rattled when I shifted my arms.
A countdown ensued: Five, four, three, two one. And suddenly, the platform jerked upwards, and I was lifted into the main Hub, US1. Eventually the crowd quieted down, and I heard a loud, authority-filled voice. ChadTheDJ, the owner of the Survival Games, and the highest Administrator, spoke.
“Ladies and gentleman of Minecraft Gamer, I present to you, the winner and final tribute of the Minecraft Survival Games, Mooclan!” He said, adding a flourish to his words. Across his shoulders rested his feline companion, Mufasa, no doubt advising him even as he spoke.
Turning around to face him, raised my chin defiantly, and my expression turned into that of a challenger. I raised my arms, and the crowd gasped: The chains were broken. Raising my right arm, I curled three of my fingers, and stuck out my thumb and index finger. Closing one eye, I mimicked the action of firing a gun.
Scrambling to raise the protective shield around Chad’s viewing zone, the Gamemasters failed to look at the man himself. Mufasa stood up on Chad’s shoulders, bared his claws, and struck. Blood fell from Chad’s neck, and his avatar slowly faded, falling to the ground.
Chaos ensued, and guards fired upon me, but I was impervious. Mufasa, who had overthrown Chad, now had all console permissions, and had passed on Operator status to me, allowing me to enable God-mode. Activating Fly-mode, I slid above the crowd, and just for fun I over-rode the redstone behind the walls, and activated the fireworks, making for a rather flamboyant exit.
Speeding between the Hub gates, I logged out.
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Oh lord, here we go...
*Server Group Assigned!*
8:37 - "Aldo1497" pokes you: Congrats!
8:37 - "StanMiniShow" pokes you: Congrats and welcome!
8:37 - "SmoothPixels" pokes you: Congrats!
Woah. What did I just do?
If you check my game history, you would see that I participated in my first game of MCSG in May of 2012. Back then, I always thought of this server as just something to do when I wasn’t refining my parkour skills or having building competitions with my friends. I’m not even sure I knew what strafing was at that time. I played a few games, died in a few games, played a few more, won one… and then I stopped playing. However, I will forever remember MCSG for introducing me to the art of PvP, which I have enjoyed ever since.
In early 2013, I came back. I couldn’t help myself. This time, I brought some real-life friends with me. We bonded over this addicting game, discovering new chest routes and secrets every day. At some point, it was the only server I logged onto in the course of a day. I amassed a significant amount of points, and people started to recognize me in game.
Then, it became competitive. At first, the competitive spirit stayed within the game, and everything was forgotten the minute my friends and I logged off. Slowly but surely, however, it started to creep into our daily lives. We were constantly putting each other down, and it really started to hit hard for me. Eventually, my friends started to gang up on me, mostly because of my lack of self-confidence and emotional instability at the time.
“Why am I still playing? Why am I letting a video game ruin my social life?”
Eventually, I became fed up with the constant harassment and abuse I was receiving, and I broke off any ties with MCSG and my friends as well. I had quit for the second time.
(In order to maintain their anonymity and refrain from advertising, I will be referring to the server I played on in the following paragraphs as “SamplePvP”)
Summer came, and with it came SamplePvP. I logged on for the first time, and was immediately swallowed by people welcoming me in chat. I greeted them in return, grabbed the standard PvP kit and an inventory full of soup, and jumped down the long and colorful tunnel leading to the spawn PvP area.
Looking back on it, my descent into this tunnel for the first time is a good metaphor for my experience on SamplePvP. During the time of my 5 month stay, I don’t recall ever logging on to another server or forums website. It was that consuming; all my free time was spent conversing with people in the community or assisting the staff with whatever I could. However, what I have failed to mention so far is that the SamplePvP community was by far the nicest and most welcoming internet community I have ever been a part of.
It was the first time where I had ever felt at home on a Minecraft server. Every time I logged on, I was confident that there would be someone I could have a nice conversation with. After about 2 months, I discovered that staff applications were open. I knew I had no choice but to apply; I felt a duty to give back to the community that had given me so much. I spent hours on my application, refining it and making it as long and information-packed as I could. Once it was submitted, I knew there was nothing more I could do besides be as helpful as possible and sit back and wait.
And wait. And wait. It was 3 months before I was finally accepted as a Trial Moderator. I performed my duties with a smile on my face (and many smiley emoticons in chat) for about 2 weeks. And then, the news was broken to me.
I came home one day to find that my Skype was flooded with notifications, all from the group “SamplePvP Staff Chat”. Many of them were asking if I was online. I responded, confirming that I was home from tennis practice and was online. There was a long pause after my message. I waited in anticipation; this was the moment that I would find out if I had passed my trial or not, it had to be. Then, the message popped up with a cheerful “blop”. It was bad news. The head-admin of the US network informed me that despite my excellent work as a Trial-Moderator, I had unfortunately not been promoted. Since the server was fading in popularity at the time, they were not in need of any new staff members at the time. My first reaction: “Maybe you could have told me that before you hired me and got my hopes up?”
This failure at the final hurdle is what sparked the “Staff Craze” for me. I was addicted to the power and responsibility that a staff member receives, and I had to get it back. I applied frantically to any server that was accepting applications, desperate to be accepted. I had lost any sense of what being a staff member truly means; I guess one could have labeled me as “power hungry”. I was continuously denied or overlooked, always being told that I had potential but wasn’t quite ready.
And then, I stumbled upon MCGamer (formally known as MCSG) once again. I’m not sure what I really expected when I logged in for the first time since 2013, but it was different. Much different. My first game was on a map that I had never seen before. I died within the first minute. I was once again the small fish in the huge pond.
However, that same rush that I had previously experienced came back to me. I slowly started to play more and more, learning the advantages of the fishing rod and the flint and steel, and getting a feel for the community. After three days of intense playing and a tiny bit of foruming, something caught my eye.
“A red name? Is that a new donor rank?”
I quickly discovered that no, in fact it was the moderator rank. Oh yeah, I forgot: I had a severe case of the staff craze. Within five minutes, I had a new Word document up and running and I was typing the beginning of my Moderator application.
I knew it was a stretch from the moment I started writing the application.
“2 million users have joined these servers, what makes you think you are more qualified to be a moderator than everyone else?”
That question ran through my mind quite a bit as I poured my heart out onto the blank pages of the document. I recounted everything, my success in achieving the staff rank on SamplePvP, my devastating demotion, and my perseverance. Then, my persuasive side peeked its head out. I tried so hard to convince anyone that would read my application that I was cut out to be a staff member. I included only the best aspects of myself, trying to shape myself into this perfect person.
To be honest, that application was the basis of me regaining my self-confidence. When I read through it for the final time before I clicked the “Post Thread” button, I realized that maybe I wasn’t as worthless as I thought. I had accomplished a lot in my short life, and I should have been proud of all of those good aspects instead of beating myself up for all my shortcomings. By the time my application was posted, I had a new found confidence in myself and for the first time, I truly believed I could achieve the coveted Moderator rank.
As much as I wanted to just remain frozen in my computer chair, eagerly awaiting the alert that would decide my fate, I knew the time would pass quicker if I did something else. I filled up the time in my day by hitting tennis balls and texting some of my friends, but I just couldn’t put any energy into those activities. I was constantly preoccupied with the status of my application.
About six hours later, I sat back down in my chair and eagerly refreshed the MCGamer forums page. A red number in the corner of the screen caught my eye: an alert! With trembling hands, I clicked on the box.
“Lively has replied to the thread ‘[Pending] masond123’s Moderator Application’”
“Pending. That’s new. What does it mean? Good? Bad?”
I clicked on the link and read the reply, which informed me that I had essentially made it to the next stage of review. I was ecstatic! I was extremely proud of myself, and I happily notified some of my Minecraft friends of my achievement. I slept well that night, to say the least.
The next night, I was in the middle of replying to an interesting thread on the forums (I think it was my 25th post?), and I received another alert.
“Oh, I wonder if someone replied to that thread I just made.”
In fact it was quite the contrary, I had received another reply to my Moderator Application.
I clicked the alerts box.
“Lively has replied to the thread ‘[Denied] masond123’s Moderator Application’”
“No, it can’t be! I have worked too hard for this to happen!”
With my heart in my stomach, I clicked on the link to read the dreaded reply. To my confusion, it said that my application had been accepted and I had advanced to the TeamSpeak interview stage! At this point, I didn’t know what to believe. Did they mis-tag my application? Is it really denied? I was in a state of confusion, but I downloaded TeamSpeak 3 and logged on to the MCGamer server.
I was told to poke an Administrator for my so-called “Waiting rank”, so I poked the first one I saw, which happened to be Le0. I linked her my application, and waited to see what would happen.
*Server Group Assigned!*
I noticed I had two crossed swords next to my name, and I decided to investigate what they meant. I clicked on my name, and saw the words “Waiting Rank”. I was so excited, I nearly cried out “YES!” (until I realized I was in a channel with other people). I received a few congratulations from the users in my channel, but I quickly told them that I needed to go check out the waiting room. I double-clicked the name, and joined the waiting room where I met my waiting buddies. We chatted for a while about if we were nervous or not and what we were going to do in our interviews, but we quickly silenced ourselves when a Sr. Mod joined the channel. They informed us that they would begin hosting interviews for the night.
I don’t remember who was first or how many people were interviewed that night, but I do remember that none of them were accepted. This gave me a feeling of confidence, but I was also a little worried: Would I be joining everyone who was denied that night? I was the next person in line to receive an interview, but the Sr. Staff informed me that they were tired and would not be hosting any more interviews that night.
“Great. Now I have to sleep on it.”
Although it was the weekend, I set my alarm for 7AM in order to be the first one in the waiting room and subsequently, the first one interviewed. I drowsily stumbled down to my computer, where I opened TeamSpeak and joined the waiting room. There was no one else in it. Excellent. I opened up Minecraft to play a few Survival Games, but my mind was anywhere but in the game. I was thinking of every possible scenario that could occur in my interview.
“What if I get accepted? What if I mess up and get denied? What if I fall asleep during my interview?”
Many of these thoughts were absolutely absurd, but I couldn’t help but be nervous. I had tried so hard to get staff on countless other servers, and I knew this was my last chance. If I was denied, I told myself I would never apply for staff on another server.
After about 10 minutes of feverishly studying my application, I heard a noise.
*User has joined your channel!*
I quickly looked at the TeamSpeak app, hoping but also afraid that I would see a Sr. Staff’s name in the Waiting Room. This was not the case. It was simply another one of my waiting buddies who quickly muted their mic. 15 minutes later, however, the moment of truth came.
*User has joined your channel!*
Multiple Sr. Staff members joined the channel over the course of a few seconds, and informed the few of us in the Waiting Room that they would commence interviews for the day. They asked who had joined the channel first, and with a shaky voice I informed them it was me. No one disputed my comment. I looked down and noticed I had clenched my hands into tight fists.
“Alright, masond123 is first for the day. We will pull you up in a few minutes.”
That self-doubt I thought I had extinguished came crawling back.
“What if I don’t have enough posts on the forums? What if they think I am too immature to handle the job?”
To ease my nerves, I started to chat with my waiting buddies. They gave me encouragement, and they wished me good luck. As I was preparing to reply to them, I was unceremoniously dragged up into the Interview Room.
(Although I would love to explain what occurred in my interview, I will have to omit most of it due to privacy concerns.)
The next 15 minutes were a blur; it all seemed to happen so fast. Before I knew it, I was plopped back down in the Waiting Room in order for the staff to deliberate in private. My waiting buddies asked me how I thought I did, and I gave my honest answer: I have no idea. For the next few minutes, I sat quietly in the channel with my microphone muted, knowing that within 10 minutes it would all be over.
*You were moved!*
I would like to just say that the Sr. Staff can be mean people. I mean, they had me ABSOLUTELY convinced that I had failed to receive the moderator rank up until the last second. And then, the double-crossed iron swords appeared next to my name. I had done it. I had been the most stressful and intense 3 days of my Minecraft career, but it was over. I had succeeded.
Today, nearly 3 months after that fateful day, I still enjoy every second of my Moderating experience. Of course there are hard days, and there are days where I have no motivation or work ethic whatsoever, but I just have to put things in perspective: Where would I be if I had not received the opportunity to moderate MCGamer?
This incredible experience has taught me many things, but most of all, it has taught me perseverance. I was on the brink of quitting, I had myself convinced that I was worthless and no server would ever accept me as Moderator. Just the act of finally getting this rank I so desired turned everything around for me.
I would like to end this TL;DR essay with a commonly known PvP tip that also happens to be an excellent metaphor for my road to becoming an MCGamer Moderator.
“Never go backwards. If you want to have a shot at success, keep moving forwards.”
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A Journey of a Lifetime
By: masond123
By: masond123
*Server Group Assigned!*
8:37 - "Aldo1497" pokes you: Congrats!
8:37 - "StanMiniShow" pokes you: Congrats and welcome!
8:37 - "SmoothPixels" pokes you: Congrats!
Woah. What did I just do?
If you check my game history, you would see that I participated in my first game of MCSG in May of 2012. Back then, I always thought of this server as just something to do when I wasn’t refining my parkour skills or having building competitions with my friends. I’m not even sure I knew what strafing was at that time. I played a few games, died in a few games, played a few more, won one… and then I stopped playing. However, I will forever remember MCSG for introducing me to the art of PvP, which I have enjoyed ever since.
In early 2013, I came back. I couldn’t help myself. This time, I brought some real-life friends with me. We bonded over this addicting game, discovering new chest routes and secrets every day. At some point, it was the only server I logged onto in the course of a day. I amassed a significant amount of points, and people started to recognize me in game.
Then, it became competitive. At first, the competitive spirit stayed within the game, and everything was forgotten the minute my friends and I logged off. Slowly but surely, however, it started to creep into our daily lives. We were constantly putting each other down, and it really started to hit hard for me. Eventually, my friends started to gang up on me, mostly because of my lack of self-confidence and emotional instability at the time.
“Why am I still playing? Why am I letting a video game ruin my social life?”
Eventually, I became fed up with the constant harassment and abuse I was receiving, and I broke off any ties with MCSG and my friends as well. I had quit for the second time.
(In order to maintain their anonymity and refrain from advertising, I will be referring to the server I played on in the following paragraphs as “SamplePvP”)
Summer came, and with it came SamplePvP. I logged on for the first time, and was immediately swallowed by people welcoming me in chat. I greeted them in return, grabbed the standard PvP kit and an inventory full of soup, and jumped down the long and colorful tunnel leading to the spawn PvP area.
Looking back on it, my descent into this tunnel for the first time is a good metaphor for my experience on SamplePvP. During the time of my 5 month stay, I don’t recall ever logging on to another server or forums website. It was that consuming; all my free time was spent conversing with people in the community or assisting the staff with whatever I could. However, what I have failed to mention so far is that the SamplePvP community was by far the nicest and most welcoming internet community I have ever been a part of.
It was the first time where I had ever felt at home on a Minecraft server. Every time I logged on, I was confident that there would be someone I could have a nice conversation with. After about 2 months, I discovered that staff applications were open. I knew I had no choice but to apply; I felt a duty to give back to the community that had given me so much. I spent hours on my application, refining it and making it as long and information-packed as I could. Once it was submitted, I knew there was nothing more I could do besides be as helpful as possible and sit back and wait.
And wait. And wait. It was 3 months before I was finally accepted as a Trial Moderator. I performed my duties with a smile on my face (and many smiley emoticons in chat) for about 2 weeks. And then, the news was broken to me.
I came home one day to find that my Skype was flooded with notifications, all from the group “SamplePvP Staff Chat”. Many of them were asking if I was online. I responded, confirming that I was home from tennis practice and was online. There was a long pause after my message. I waited in anticipation; this was the moment that I would find out if I had passed my trial or not, it had to be. Then, the message popped up with a cheerful “blop”. It was bad news. The head-admin of the US network informed me that despite my excellent work as a Trial-Moderator, I had unfortunately not been promoted. Since the server was fading in popularity at the time, they were not in need of any new staff members at the time. My first reaction: “Maybe you could have told me that before you hired me and got my hopes up?”
This failure at the final hurdle is what sparked the “Staff Craze” for me. I was addicted to the power and responsibility that a staff member receives, and I had to get it back. I applied frantically to any server that was accepting applications, desperate to be accepted. I had lost any sense of what being a staff member truly means; I guess one could have labeled me as “power hungry”. I was continuously denied or overlooked, always being told that I had potential but wasn’t quite ready.
And then, I stumbled upon MCGamer (formally known as MCSG) once again. I’m not sure what I really expected when I logged in for the first time since 2013, but it was different. Much different. My first game was on a map that I had never seen before. I died within the first minute. I was once again the small fish in the huge pond.
However, that same rush that I had previously experienced came back to me. I slowly started to play more and more, learning the advantages of the fishing rod and the flint and steel, and getting a feel for the community. After three days of intense playing and a tiny bit of foruming, something caught my eye.
“A red name? Is that a new donor rank?”
I quickly discovered that no, in fact it was the moderator rank. Oh yeah, I forgot: I had a severe case of the staff craze. Within five minutes, I had a new Word document up and running and I was typing the beginning of my Moderator application.
I knew it was a stretch from the moment I started writing the application.
“2 million users have joined these servers, what makes you think you are more qualified to be a moderator than everyone else?”
That question ran through my mind quite a bit as I poured my heart out onto the blank pages of the document. I recounted everything, my success in achieving the staff rank on SamplePvP, my devastating demotion, and my perseverance. Then, my persuasive side peeked its head out. I tried so hard to convince anyone that would read my application that I was cut out to be a staff member. I included only the best aspects of myself, trying to shape myself into this perfect person.
To be honest, that application was the basis of me regaining my self-confidence. When I read through it for the final time before I clicked the “Post Thread” button, I realized that maybe I wasn’t as worthless as I thought. I had accomplished a lot in my short life, and I should have been proud of all of those good aspects instead of beating myself up for all my shortcomings. By the time my application was posted, I had a new found confidence in myself and for the first time, I truly believed I could achieve the coveted Moderator rank.
As much as I wanted to just remain frozen in my computer chair, eagerly awaiting the alert that would decide my fate, I knew the time would pass quicker if I did something else. I filled up the time in my day by hitting tennis balls and texting some of my friends, but I just couldn’t put any energy into those activities. I was constantly preoccupied with the status of my application.
About six hours later, I sat back down in my chair and eagerly refreshed the MCGamer forums page. A red number in the corner of the screen caught my eye: an alert! With trembling hands, I clicked on the box.
“Lively has replied to the thread ‘[Pending] masond123’s Moderator Application’”
“Pending. That’s new. What does it mean? Good? Bad?”
I clicked on the link and read the reply, which informed me that I had essentially made it to the next stage of review. I was ecstatic! I was extremely proud of myself, and I happily notified some of my Minecraft friends of my achievement. I slept well that night, to say the least.
The next night, I was in the middle of replying to an interesting thread on the forums (I think it was my 25th post?), and I received another alert.
“Oh, I wonder if someone replied to that thread I just made.”
In fact it was quite the contrary, I had received another reply to my Moderator Application.
I clicked the alerts box.
“Lively has replied to the thread ‘[Denied] masond123’s Moderator Application’”
“No, it can’t be! I have worked too hard for this to happen!”
With my heart in my stomach, I clicked on the link to read the dreaded reply. To my confusion, it said that my application had been accepted and I had advanced to the TeamSpeak interview stage! At this point, I didn’t know what to believe. Did they mis-tag my application? Is it really denied? I was in a state of confusion, but I downloaded TeamSpeak 3 and logged on to the MCGamer server.
I was told to poke an Administrator for my so-called “Waiting rank”, so I poked the first one I saw, which happened to be Le0. I linked her my application, and waited to see what would happen.
*Server Group Assigned!*
I noticed I had two crossed swords next to my name, and I decided to investigate what they meant. I clicked on my name, and saw the words “Waiting Rank”. I was so excited, I nearly cried out “YES!” (until I realized I was in a channel with other people). I received a few congratulations from the users in my channel, but I quickly told them that I needed to go check out the waiting room. I double-clicked the name, and joined the waiting room where I met my waiting buddies. We chatted for a while about if we were nervous or not and what we were going to do in our interviews, but we quickly silenced ourselves when a Sr. Mod joined the channel. They informed us that they would begin hosting interviews for the night.
I don’t remember who was first or how many people were interviewed that night, but I do remember that none of them were accepted. This gave me a feeling of confidence, but I was also a little worried: Would I be joining everyone who was denied that night? I was the next person in line to receive an interview, but the Sr. Staff informed me that they were tired and would not be hosting any more interviews that night.
“Great. Now I have to sleep on it.”
Although it was the weekend, I set my alarm for 7AM in order to be the first one in the waiting room and subsequently, the first one interviewed. I drowsily stumbled down to my computer, where I opened TeamSpeak and joined the waiting room. There was no one else in it. Excellent. I opened up Minecraft to play a few Survival Games, but my mind was anywhere but in the game. I was thinking of every possible scenario that could occur in my interview.
“What if I get accepted? What if I mess up and get denied? What if I fall asleep during my interview?”
Many of these thoughts were absolutely absurd, but I couldn’t help but be nervous. I had tried so hard to get staff on countless other servers, and I knew this was my last chance. If I was denied, I told myself I would never apply for staff on another server.
After about 10 minutes of feverishly studying my application, I heard a noise.
*User has joined your channel!*
I quickly looked at the TeamSpeak app, hoping but also afraid that I would see a Sr. Staff’s name in the Waiting Room. This was not the case. It was simply another one of my waiting buddies who quickly muted their mic. 15 minutes later, however, the moment of truth came.
*User has joined your channel!*
Multiple Sr. Staff members joined the channel over the course of a few seconds, and informed the few of us in the Waiting Room that they would commence interviews for the day. They asked who had joined the channel first, and with a shaky voice I informed them it was me. No one disputed my comment. I looked down and noticed I had clenched my hands into tight fists.
“Alright, masond123 is first for the day. We will pull you up in a few minutes.”
That self-doubt I thought I had extinguished came crawling back.
“What if I don’t have enough posts on the forums? What if they think I am too immature to handle the job?”
To ease my nerves, I started to chat with my waiting buddies. They gave me encouragement, and they wished me good luck. As I was preparing to reply to them, I was unceremoniously dragged up into the Interview Room.
(Although I would love to explain what occurred in my interview, I will have to omit most of it due to privacy concerns.)
The next 15 minutes were a blur; it all seemed to happen so fast. Before I knew it, I was plopped back down in the Waiting Room in order for the staff to deliberate in private. My waiting buddies asked me how I thought I did, and I gave my honest answer: I have no idea. For the next few minutes, I sat quietly in the channel with my microphone muted, knowing that within 10 minutes it would all be over.
*You were moved!*
I would like to just say that the Sr. Staff can be mean people. I mean, they had me ABSOLUTELY convinced that I had failed to receive the moderator rank up until the last second. And then, the double-crossed iron swords appeared next to my name. I had done it. I had been the most stressful and intense 3 days of my Minecraft career, but it was over. I had succeeded.
Today, nearly 3 months after that fateful day, I still enjoy every second of my Moderating experience. Of course there are hard days, and there are days where I have no motivation or work ethic whatsoever, but I just have to put things in perspective: Where would I be if I had not received the opportunity to moderate MCGamer?
This incredible experience has taught me many things, but most of all, it has taught me perseverance. I was on the brink of quitting, I had myself convinced that I was worthless and no server would ever accept me as Moderator. Just the act of finally getting this rank I so desired turned everything around for me.
I would like to end this TL;DR essay with a commonly known PvP tip that also happens to be an excellent metaphor for my road to becoming an MCGamer Moderator.
“Never go backwards. If you want to have a shot at success, keep moving forwards.”
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Zinc // Akash754
Peacekeeper
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Akash754’s Submission.
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The Greatest Game.
Early May, I played one of the greatest games in my entire career of MCSG.
It was a game of Luck, Skill, Friendship, Betrayal and Honor.
This is how it came to be.
I looked around, other tributes surrounded me. The map was Chernobyl 2015. I quickly scanned the terrain for my route, most people hadn't caught onto it yet. The route was on the opposite side of the map, east. Ugh. I was looking around to much and I missed a correct start to corn, but I still ran to mid absentmindedly. Usually I wouldn't do that if I thought twice, but I didn't have time for thinking. I had to win my last game of the night to keep my 2 win streak going. With a horrible rush to mid, I still managed to get a boat and some delicious steak. I ran across the blood bath of corn and followed a rough gravel path to my route. Three people in front of me, two behind. Everyone split up, and surprisingly I ended up only getting ⅙ of my amazing route, about two chests. I had not acquired a weapon yet, but i did have my specialty, a fishing rod. Two minutes later, I saw three people jump into the great sea with me. I had about 4 bars of armor, and they had some leather armor and a stone sword altogether. These guys ended up chasing me for about 4 minutes. When another team with about the same stuff as me showed up, but they had weapons. As soon as my assassins stopped trying to brutally murder me, I hopped on to a large island, I hadn't been on many times before. I quickly picked up a wood sword, and headed for mainland to engage in battle. I suddenly realized what I was heading for, a 3v2v1 this was risky, but as the irrational PvPer I am, I didn't even care. I had a fishing rod, I had a weapon. “Lets do this” is all I thought. I instantly took care of a Steve with full leather, stone sword. I peered into my inventory, keeping an eye out for the rest of the tributes. Man, what was this guy doing? All these dyes and seeds in his inventory! But my thought of annoyance was cut short my my health driving down to 6 hearts! I down around instantly to find a full chain armor beast attacking me. I ran and regenerated about 2 hearts, when I turned around and swiftly ended his life with 7 hearts left. I didn't care if he was part of those two teams or not, because I was still alive, but I was almost sure both teams had been obliterated by each other. I had pretty great stuff and I headed for mid. there were 10 people left, I saw another team. A different one too. They had equivalent armor and weapons to me, I quickly headed for them, as I was back to 10 hearts. These guys were much better at PvP, and since they had the number advantage I decided to be on the safe side and run for my life. Luckily they stopped following me, and I identify two full iron armor people, one running away. It was my friend Zero Panda, I managed to save her life, but It was short lived as she quickly was killed by an emerging three way team at mid. Now it was a 3v2v1v1v1. The two teams fought and I was watching like a spectator, atop the hill. I caught a glimpse of another tribute near the trees west of corn. Suddenly I realized the truth. The three way team won the battle. I had no chance but to team with the person I had seen. I quickly headed over to where I found him, I could not be spotted by the team now, as they just looted refill. I suspected he knew there was a three way team. Soon, I found him again, I secretly met him near the buildings and I asked for a team! Slowly he inched closer and said yes, I didn't know if he was good at PvP or not, but I put my whole trust in him! 3v2! We reached mid together, and the battle started. I quickly battled two of the weaker ones, while my diamond donor teammate, fought in the distance with the best of the three. I ate my golden apple and headed for battle, I jumped, strafed, and used my fishing rod and killed both of them with 3 hearts left. But no time for rest, I saw my teammate running toward me. I quickly came to help my friend. Me and him made a great team, and we beat him, barely. Now it for me and him, and another fellow. As I was wearing full iron armor, it came to my attention he might betray me, must I put the dangerous thought aside. I trusted him completely. I crafted a diamond sword, and gave it to him. Guess what? He started hitting me right away! I ran with half a heart and no regeneration, my heart was beating, I zigzagged around the buildings. Of all the people I never thought this great PvPer would betray me! I quickly ate a golden apple as the Death-match arena came into sight. Me, and him, and another full leather person I felt honestly sad for. My old teammate made quick work of the leather guy. and it was a 1v1, for glory, honor and victory! I had to win. This guy was a master of the fishing rod and critical hitting. This time, I would not be reckless. I stopped and thought, thought about a strategy I could use to defeat this Goliath, and it came to me! It didn't made if I won or lost! All that mattered is if I had fun! And that what these servers all about about. Fun! I put aside winning, I just had to try my best.
I charged straight for him. He placed a flint n’ steel. At this moment I knew I lost. But I hopped right over it and hit him, again and again! BAM BAM BAM BAM! With all my might, jumping, strafing, attacking. Getting revenge was not on my mind, nor victory, just the thrill and beauty of the Minecraft Survival Games as I won the game!
The End
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This story is 99.99% true and did happen. This is exactly what I thought and everything, it took me about a 30 minutes. I am a 11 year old boy in Minnesota and I hope I win! Bye bros!
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The Greatest Game.
Early May, I played one of the greatest games in my entire career of MCSG.
It was a game of Luck, Skill, Friendship, Betrayal and Honor.
This is how it came to be.
I looked around, other tributes surrounded me. The map was Chernobyl 2015. I quickly scanned the terrain for my route, most people hadn't caught onto it yet. The route was on the opposite side of the map, east. Ugh. I was looking around to much and I missed a correct start to corn, but I still ran to mid absentmindedly. Usually I wouldn't do that if I thought twice, but I didn't have time for thinking. I had to win my last game of the night to keep my 2 win streak going. With a horrible rush to mid, I still managed to get a boat and some delicious steak. I ran across the blood bath of corn and followed a rough gravel path to my route. Three people in front of me, two behind. Everyone split up, and surprisingly I ended up only getting ⅙ of my amazing route, about two chests. I had not acquired a weapon yet, but i did have my specialty, a fishing rod. Two minutes later, I saw three people jump into the great sea with me. I had about 4 bars of armor, and they had some leather armor and a stone sword altogether. These guys ended up chasing me for about 4 minutes. When another team with about the same stuff as me showed up, but they had weapons. As soon as my assassins stopped trying to brutally murder me, I hopped on to a large island, I hadn't been on many times before. I quickly picked up a wood sword, and headed for mainland to engage in battle. I suddenly realized what I was heading for, a 3v2v1 this was risky, but as the irrational PvPer I am, I didn't even care. I had a fishing rod, I had a weapon. “Lets do this” is all I thought. I instantly took care of a Steve with full leather, stone sword. I peered into my inventory, keeping an eye out for the rest of the tributes. Man, what was this guy doing? All these dyes and seeds in his inventory! But my thought of annoyance was cut short my my health driving down to 6 hearts! I down around instantly to find a full chain armor beast attacking me. I ran and regenerated about 2 hearts, when I turned around and swiftly ended his life with 7 hearts left. I didn't care if he was part of those two teams or not, because I was still alive, but I was almost sure both teams had been obliterated by each other. I had pretty great stuff and I headed for mid. there were 10 people left, I saw another team. A different one too. They had equivalent armor and weapons to me, I quickly headed for them, as I was back to 10 hearts. These guys were much better at PvP, and since they had the number advantage I decided to be on the safe side and run for my life. Luckily they stopped following me, and I identify two full iron armor people, one running away. It was my friend Zero Panda, I managed to save her life, but It was short lived as she quickly was killed by an emerging three way team at mid. Now it was a 3v2v1v1v1. The two teams fought and I was watching like a spectator, atop the hill. I caught a glimpse of another tribute near the trees west of corn. Suddenly I realized the truth. The three way team won the battle. I had no chance but to team with the person I had seen. I quickly headed over to where I found him, I could not be spotted by the team now, as they just looted refill. I suspected he knew there was a three way team. Soon, I found him again, I secretly met him near the buildings and I asked for a team! Slowly he inched closer and said yes, I didn't know if he was good at PvP or not, but I put my whole trust in him! 3v2! We reached mid together, and the battle started. I quickly battled two of the weaker ones, while my diamond donor teammate, fought in the distance with the best of the three. I ate my golden apple and headed for battle, I jumped, strafed, and used my fishing rod and killed both of them with 3 hearts left. But no time for rest, I saw my teammate running toward me. I quickly came to help my friend. Me and him made a great team, and we beat him, barely. Now it for me and him, and another fellow. As I was wearing full iron armor, it came to my attention he might betray me, must I put the dangerous thought aside. I trusted him completely. I crafted a diamond sword, and gave it to him. Guess what? He started hitting me right away! I ran with half a heart and no regeneration, my heart was beating, I zigzagged around the buildings. Of all the people I never thought this great PvPer would betray me! I quickly ate a golden apple as the Death-match arena came into sight. Me, and him, and another full leather person I felt honestly sad for. My old teammate made quick work of the leather guy. and it was a 1v1, for glory, honor and victory! I had to win. This guy was a master of the fishing rod and critical hitting. This time, I would not be reckless. I stopped and thought, thought about a strategy I could use to defeat this Goliath, and it came to me! It didn't made if I won or lost! All that mattered is if I had fun! And that what these servers all about about. Fun! I put aside winning, I just had to try my best.
I charged straight for him. He placed a flint n’ steel. At this moment I knew I lost. But I hopped right over it and hit him, again and again! BAM BAM BAM BAM! With all my might, jumping, strafing, attacking. Getting revenge was not on my mind, nor victory, just the thrill and beauty of the Minecraft Survival Games as I won the game!
The End
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This story is 99.99% true and did happen. This is exactly what I thought and everything, it took me about a 30 minutes. I am a 11 year old boy in Minnesota and I hope I win! Bye bros!
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Lululioness
Career
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It was the beginning of what was going to be the worst year of one little girl’s life so far. She was excited to be going to a new school and making new friends, but little did she know, that year was going to be filled with taunts, mental pain, physical pain, bullying, disappointment and scary thoughts.
School wasn’t fun for the little girl.
There was one place, however, where she found people who would make her happy and forget about the world for a little bit- people who accepted her for who she was.
It was a world inside a screen.
Just little things that people did in that place made her feel a lot better. A simple hello, acknowledging that she was there, was something she loved. The girl soon went on to make many friends that she would come home from the hell they call first-world school and remember why she continued to try.
Her nights consisted of karaoke, omegle, OMGpop, performing for people, playing mini-games and meeting more and more new people. She soon became friends with a bunch of fellow Australians. The laughs, the fun, the dramas and the stories she shared with this bunch would be forever ingrained in her memory. She wasn't so great at MCSG, one of the MCGamer gamemodes but that didn't stop the girl from having a memorable experience in this world inside a screen.
The girl would always stay light-hearted and try not to rain on anyone’s day like others did to her. It wasn’t easy but when she went to the place she loved she transformed and always forgot about her problems. It was a coping method, like alcohol or drugs, but it wasn’t completely detrimental for her and her declining health wasn’t this world’s fault.
Amongst the positive experience at her favourite place to be, in other places such as the girl’s mind and school it wasn’t so great. Her grades were slipping, her parents were fighting, her parents were never home, her grandma was slowing fading, her real life friends weren’t so much friends anymore and her mind was scaring her in ways that were unimaginable for an eleven year old girl.
She drifted away from her bunch of Australian friends her the place she loved dearly to other groups that made her happy but were never the same. The girl was losing grips on this world she used to call her favourite place as drama broke out, friends turned on friends, rules were changed, leaders were brought down and people were leaving, as was she.
Things got better for the girl in her reality, her real life world and tables were turning as the cruel words began coming from this what was once beautiful world she used to love. She tried to shut it out and leave the world in the screen countless times but she simply couldn’t. Too many memories ingrained in her mind.
Now it’s all in the past. She’s not particularly liked in the community, and that’s understandable. The girl began saying that this world in the screen almost ruined her life but she knew, in her heart, that it was quite the opposite. It saved her. That place taught her so many lessons, brought her so many memories and made her smile, laugh, cry, rage and experience every single emotion you could imagine. Since clicking onto this world in a screen she had grown as a person. There’s only one last thing she’d like to say. She’d like to say thank you to the place that took her in when she most needed it, supported her without realising it, taught her life lessons, gave her a smile when her days were dark and helped her grow.
She'd like to say thank you for everything, MCSG. I'm eternally grateful.
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cheesy as frick but they're my personal thoughts and all I really wanted to say so yeah sorry if it's terrible i'm just an eigth grader who doesn't know how to use big words properly because me stupido okay baiiiii
School wasn’t fun for the little girl.
There was one place, however, where she found people who would make her happy and forget about the world for a little bit- people who accepted her for who she was.
It was a world inside a screen.
Just little things that people did in that place made her feel a lot better. A simple hello, acknowledging that she was there, was something she loved. The girl soon went on to make many friends that she would come home from the hell they call first-world school and remember why she continued to try.
Her nights consisted of karaoke, omegle, OMGpop, performing for people, playing mini-games and meeting more and more new people. She soon became friends with a bunch of fellow Australians. The laughs, the fun, the dramas and the stories she shared with this bunch would be forever ingrained in her memory. She wasn't so great at MCSG, one of the MCGamer gamemodes but that didn't stop the girl from having a memorable experience in this world inside a screen.
The girl would always stay light-hearted and try not to rain on anyone’s day like others did to her. It wasn’t easy but when she went to the place she loved she transformed and always forgot about her problems. It was a coping method, like alcohol or drugs, but it wasn’t completely detrimental for her and her declining health wasn’t this world’s fault.
Amongst the positive experience at her favourite place to be, in other places such as the girl’s mind and school it wasn’t so great. Her grades were slipping, her parents were fighting, her parents were never home, her grandma was slowing fading, her real life friends weren’t so much friends anymore and her mind was scaring her in ways that were unimaginable for an eleven year old girl.
She drifted away from her bunch of Australian friends her the place she loved dearly to other groups that made her happy but were never the same. The girl was losing grips on this world she used to call her favourite place as drama broke out, friends turned on friends, rules were changed, leaders were brought down and people were leaving, as was she.
Things got better for the girl in her reality, her real life world and tables were turning as the cruel words began coming from this what was once beautiful world she used to love. She tried to shut it out and leave the world in the screen countless times but she simply couldn’t. Too many memories ingrained in her mind.
Now it’s all in the past. She’s not particularly liked in the community, and that’s understandable. The girl began saying that this world in the screen almost ruined her life but she knew, in her heart, that it was quite the opposite. It saved her. That place taught her so many lessons, brought her so many memories and made her smile, laugh, cry, rage and experience every single emotion you could imagine. Since clicking onto this world in a screen she had grown as a person. There’s only one last thing she’d like to say. She’d like to say thank you to the place that took her in when she most needed it, supported her without realising it, taught her life lessons, gave her a smile when her days were dark and helped her grow.
She'd like to say thank you for everything, MCSG. I'm eternally grateful.
~
cheesy as frick but they're my personal thoughts and all I really wanted to say so yeah sorry if it's terrible i'm just an eigth grader who doesn't know how to use big words properly because me stupido okay baiiiii
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Ondre
Experienced
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Teams
Hello tributes! My story is quite short and sweet. It all started when I joined the mcgamer network. I totally expect a normal mcsg game. I quickly joined a game, and waited in the lobby. As you know I joined one of the higher servers, because I am nooby. *Click Click* *Welcome to us200* As I joined I noticed there were no donors! Hurray, that means I will win the game! I voted for survival games 1, and the map ended up to get picked.
*Waiting stage*
This is all I see in chat. "Team guys!"
four others respond "Yes, lets meet at corn"
I am over here sitting on my pod, like "Oh geez." I quickly decide to go to cornucopia and receive useful items that will help me survive, in this giant map. As I head to my chest route, I just take a quick peak at corn, and I do in fact see the team. "Great." By the time I finish my chest route I noticed the team was still at cornucopia, waiting for refill. On the other side of cornucopia by the edge, I see another player. He looked sad. He than ran to the middle and the team of 5 tore that poor player apart. I had a lot of doubt of winning. But however I will NOT quit. All though it will take a long process of thinking and strategy.
My first reaction is too distract them into following me. Part one of the process was completed. The team was dumb enough to follow me. I am a water type guy (Finnick), and I headed to the water. *BOOM* Cannon could be heard in the distance. I took out one player with a bow.
Next as the player disband me, and ran back to cornucopia for the riches! Well, I followed. Not the smartest idea, but It was my next idea. I actually killed another team member, by killing him during chest refill. Well three players left, to kill, and they chased me and chased me and chased me. I was running literally the whole game. Long story short, deathmatch was forced and I had no idea to kill them. I look to my left and seen a player I could team with. And we did. We both killed the team. He only had a wooden axe. I went to spawn to craft him a diamond sword. As I was crafting I hear "BOOM" I thought I won, but I look down, and noticed the steve murdered me to my death. Well, I learned a lesson. Never team with a steve that has a wooden axe.
Now do you see why I play the higher servers? Good.
Hello tributes! My story is quite short and sweet. It all started when I joined the mcgamer network. I totally expect a normal mcsg game. I quickly joined a game, and waited in the lobby. As you know I joined one of the higher servers, because I am nooby. *Click Click* *Welcome to us200* As I joined I noticed there were no donors! Hurray, that means I will win the game! I voted for survival games 1, and the map ended up to get picked.
*Waiting stage*
This is all I see in chat. "Team guys!"
four others respond "Yes, lets meet at corn"
I am over here sitting on my pod, like "Oh geez." I quickly decide to go to cornucopia and receive useful items that will help me survive, in this giant map. As I head to my chest route, I just take a quick peak at corn, and I do in fact see the team. "Great." By the time I finish my chest route I noticed the team was still at cornucopia, waiting for refill. On the other side of cornucopia by the edge, I see another player. He looked sad. He than ran to the middle and the team of 5 tore that poor player apart. I had a lot of doubt of winning. But however I will NOT quit. All though it will take a long process of thinking and strategy.
My first reaction is too distract them into following me. Part one of the process was completed. The team was dumb enough to follow me. I am a water type guy (Finnick), and I headed to the water. *BOOM* Cannon could be heard in the distance. I took out one player with a bow.
Next as the player disband me, and ran back to cornucopia for the riches! Well, I followed. Not the smartest idea, but It was my next idea. I actually killed another team member, by killing him during chest refill. Well three players left, to kill, and they chased me and chased me and chased me. I was running literally the whole game. Long story short, deathmatch was forced and I had no idea to kill them. I look to my left and seen a player I could team with. And we did. We both killed the team. He only had a wooden axe. I went to spawn to craft him a diamond sword. As I was crafting I hear "BOOM" I thought I won, but I look down, and noticed the steve murdered me to my death. Well, I learned a lesson. Never team with a steve that has a wooden axe.
Now do you see why I play the higher servers? Good.
OldManDippy
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It was like nothing like I had imagined. I thought I would've died from the beginning, I guess I was wrong.
After going to the cornucopia I had lost hope. At first I thought I could have had it all, I had taken my chance and gone to corn to only find a stone sword snatched from the chest, leaving me very minimal food with little to no saturation. I then ran out to what seemed to be the place everyone went, some kind of parking lot. I take a left, going away from the huge crowd. After some time I see seventeen tributes remain.
I find myself at wide open field, a football field. I see some kind of 'loot' in the middle, it's a wooden sword, it's slightly damage but it will do the job I say to myself.
I go up some stairs that seem to lead to where to announcer of this stadium is. While going up I see a fast figure go pass by to my right. It went too fast. All I was able to see was a person holding a wooden axe. Without worry I keep going my way minding my own buissness, there I see two chest's. It granted me some leather protection. While equipping it I hear a loud noise coming up, I thought it was some kind of animal but I guess I was wrong because in the matter of seconds I hear the door open and I'm down to 4 hearts. I quickly panic, not knowing what to do but only to run. I quickly turn around to see who I was competing with, it was the same person I saw before or so I think. She had a wooden axe. I quickly run trying to regenerate my hearts. I see an exit that you must push a button to exit, I quickly run for it with everything I have and get out. While getting out I take another hit.
Down to 3 hearts now.
The door quickly closes in her and I sigh in relief. I quickly keep running but see I don't have much food, I won't be able to regenerate soon. I take one of my biggest risk. I turn around at her and start to take my sword into her. I wasn't able to get one hit but three. I was still at three hearts but she hasn't gotten a hit one me. I then think once again while running at her.
"Should I keep going or should I stop?"
I quickly make up my mind and swing my sword, I had gotten another hit into here.
" A cannon has been heard in the distance, 13 tributes remain! "
I had killed her. My first kill, I had felt bad for killing a human but I knew it was right, I had to win. I then run away with my three hearts but turn around to find myself more food that she had dropped. It was some steaks! I then knew this was gonna be my best meal throughout the whole games. I run away to the edge of the dome and eat up and watch my hearts go up.
After getting to full health I go into the wide open field and look for some more food but while being there I hear two voices.
" Got anything for me? " A low worried voice says.
" No, sorry. We must look for the others. " A decently high voice says.
There was a team. I slowly start getting more and more scared thinking about how fairly armored they might be but then I think about how the low voice talked, worried. Worried as if this was his first game. That made me feel a whole lot better but not good enough to go and take my chances at a fight.
Four people remain. My heart's pumping. I've been sitting in this hole behind a stadium, it had granted me an iron axe as well as some better protection. I then have a minute of confusion. I have no idea what to do, if to go out and face the team that I believe is still alive or stay and hope for the best with my little amount of food. I then think to go with the second choice but that would mean I'm risking starvation.
"I must at least die with a big bang" I tell myself.
I'm going out of this hole. The chest will refill in a matter of minutes I hear some announcer say.
"3..
2...
1....
Sponsors have refilled the chests!"
When hearing this I was at the cornucopia, spying on the team of two I had seen earlier. They weren't all too stack but they were stack enough to kill me. One had an iron sword while the other one was holding a shiny diamond one. I then turn around and see a chest from a far. I go running for it.
Five or so minutes have passed.
"A cannon has been heard in the distance!"
" Three tributes remain. "
I'm now crying, I see all my hope lost. The team is bound to be the other two tributes I think to myself while slowly eating my food on top of the parking lot everyone was going to at the beginning.
Two days have passed, I guess you can say I've been doing pretty at hiding and gathering materials. I now have one of the higher tier protection, an Iron sword, food and a flint and steel. But that's not good enough.
I'll never forget this part. The part that I see the team going towards me. I get up from the rock I was mealing in and run for my life but I knew I wasn't able to run away for long. I remember screaming, screaming 'Help' while knowing no one but the team would be able to hear me.
I get hit, I'm 8 hearts. I turn around quickly and see one of them really closely then turn back and keep running. He wasn't a human, it was some kind of furry thing. It had lots of brown hair and was wearing a suit. I recall examining him and keeping my mind of him, well the furry thing.
I turn around and get all the hits I possibly can on that furry thing. I recall getting around 4 hits on him while him getting none. But his teammate getting hits on me, 5 to be exact. I'm then down to 3 hearts. I quickly turn back around and keep running once again thinking about what I can possibly do. I think to myself;
"If I got hit five times and I hit him 4 times he must be only around 5 hearts"
I take a sharp turn and wait for them to take the turn. I get the hold of my bow and arrow and get a hit on the furry one.
"He must be at three or four hearts now!"
I then take the risk and turn at them, well, the furry thing. I get a hit on him and quickly place down a fire and catch him on fire while getting hit right in the chest.
"A cannon has been heard in the distance!"
" Two tributes remain. "
I had died. But I was granted the ability to spectate the rest of the game.
About a minute or so after I remember hearing another cannon. I quickly got teleported to the winner, it wasn't the furry suit thing but it was his teammate. I guess he had died by my fire.
I did good I think to myself.
After going to the cornucopia I had lost hope. At first I thought I could have had it all, I had taken my chance and gone to corn to only find a stone sword snatched from the chest, leaving me very minimal food with little to no saturation. I then ran out to what seemed to be the place everyone went, some kind of parking lot. I take a left, going away from the huge crowd. After some time I see seventeen tributes remain.
I find myself at wide open field, a football field. I see some kind of 'loot' in the middle, it's a wooden sword, it's slightly damage but it will do the job I say to myself.
I go up some stairs that seem to lead to where to announcer of this stadium is. While going up I see a fast figure go pass by to my right. It went too fast. All I was able to see was a person holding a wooden axe. Without worry I keep going my way minding my own buissness, there I see two chest's. It granted me some leather protection. While equipping it I hear a loud noise coming up, I thought it was some kind of animal but I guess I was wrong because in the matter of seconds I hear the door open and I'm down to 4 hearts. I quickly panic, not knowing what to do but only to run. I quickly turn around to see who I was competing with, it was the same person I saw before or so I think. She had a wooden axe. I quickly run trying to regenerate my hearts. I see an exit that you must push a button to exit, I quickly run for it with everything I have and get out. While getting out I take another hit.
Down to 3 hearts now.
The door quickly closes in her and I sigh in relief. I quickly keep running but see I don't have much food, I won't be able to regenerate soon. I take one of my biggest risk. I turn around at her and start to take my sword into her. I wasn't able to get one hit but three. I was still at three hearts but she hasn't gotten a hit one me. I then think once again while running at her.
"Should I keep going or should I stop?"
I quickly make up my mind and swing my sword, I had gotten another hit into here.
" A cannon has been heard in the distance, 13 tributes remain! "
I had killed her. My first kill, I had felt bad for killing a human but I knew it was right, I had to win. I then run away with my three hearts but turn around to find myself more food that she had dropped. It was some steaks! I then knew this was gonna be my best meal throughout the whole games. I run away to the edge of the dome and eat up and watch my hearts go up.
After getting to full health I go into the wide open field and look for some more food but while being there I hear two voices.
" Got anything for me? " A low worried voice says.
" No, sorry. We must look for the others. " A decently high voice says.
There was a team. I slowly start getting more and more scared thinking about how fairly armored they might be but then I think about how the low voice talked, worried. Worried as if this was his first game. That made me feel a whole lot better but not good enough to go and take my chances at a fight.
Four people remain. My heart's pumping. I've been sitting in this hole behind a stadium, it had granted me an iron axe as well as some better protection. I then have a minute of confusion. I have no idea what to do, if to go out and face the team that I believe is still alive or stay and hope for the best with my little amount of food. I then think to go with the second choice but that would mean I'm risking starvation.
"I must at least die with a big bang" I tell myself.
I'm going out of this hole. The chest will refill in a matter of minutes I hear some announcer say.
"3..
2...
1....
Sponsors have refilled the chests!"
When hearing this I was at the cornucopia, spying on the team of two I had seen earlier. They weren't all too stack but they were stack enough to kill me. One had an iron sword while the other one was holding a shiny diamond one. I then turn around and see a chest from a far. I go running for it.
Five or so minutes have passed.
"A cannon has been heard in the distance!"
" Three tributes remain. "
I'm now crying, I see all my hope lost. The team is bound to be the other two tributes I think to myself while slowly eating my food on top of the parking lot everyone was going to at the beginning.
Two days have passed, I guess you can say I've been doing pretty at hiding and gathering materials. I now have one of the higher tier protection, an Iron sword, food and a flint and steel. But that's not good enough.
I'll never forget this part. The part that I see the team going towards me. I get up from the rock I was mealing in and run for my life but I knew I wasn't able to run away for long. I remember screaming, screaming 'Help' while knowing no one but the team would be able to hear me.
I get hit, I'm 8 hearts. I turn around quickly and see one of them really closely then turn back and keep running. He wasn't a human, it was some kind of furry thing. It had lots of brown hair and was wearing a suit. I recall examining him and keeping my mind of him, well the furry thing.
I turn around and get all the hits I possibly can on that furry thing. I recall getting around 4 hits on him while him getting none. But his teammate getting hits on me, 5 to be exact. I'm then down to 3 hearts. I quickly turn back around and keep running once again thinking about what I can possibly do. I think to myself;
"If I got hit five times and I hit him 4 times he must be only around 5 hearts"
I take a sharp turn and wait for them to take the turn. I get the hold of my bow and arrow and get a hit on the furry one.
"He must be at three or four hearts now!"
I then take the risk and turn at them, well, the furry thing. I get a hit on him and quickly place down a fire and catch him on fire while getting hit right in the chest.
"A cannon has been heard in the distance!"
" Two tributes remain. "
I had died. But I was granted the ability to spectate the rest of the game.
About a minute or so after I remember hearing another cannon. I quickly got teleported to the winner, it wasn't the furry suit thing but it was his teammate. I guess he had died by my fire.
I did good I think to myself.
Darby100
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Finally, a competition I feel I can compete in!
Here goes, I don't have a title for my story, but I think the content should suffice.
This story retells my first victory on the MCGamer servers. For a person like myself, who had no real gaming experience prior to my purchase of Minecraft, winning a game with competition as fierce as this one, (though to be honest, the competitive nature of this community has grown a lot since its earlier days), was comparable to scaling Everest. Ok, I may be exaggerating, if only slightly. Yet, equipped with a 2008 iMac, a ten dollar Dell mouse, and my first real video game, my seemingly insurmountable goal of many months was finally achieved on a lazy Sunday morning.
Now, I may have indulged myself a little with the use of imagination here, yet I believe that it benefits you, the reader, and so it will remain a fantastical tale, written from the perspective of my younger self, one whose imagination ran wild.
Now, I shall begin.
Upon entering the arena, my vision clouded; the brilliant sunlight playing havoc with my retinas, accustomed to the dim light of the lobby as they were. As sight was slowly restored, I took time to plan out my route. No sweat, I had done this many times. The first thing I noticed was a player I had noticed to be a little better than most directly to my right. Acting upon this discovery, I decided that I would head to the chest to my left. Said chest was a little further than the chest on my right, yet I felt that it would be beneficial to take the longer path, and compete with a weaker tribute for loot.
My decision paid off, and soon I was on my way towards my route, equipped with a golden chest plate, some assorted food items, and a compass. A decent haul. Following my route, I felt strangely at peace, a far cry from the usual heart pumping action of most games on these servers.
Rounding the coastline, I spied a player. Suddenly, all feelings of self-confidence dissipated; this player was far more equipped. I realised that I had one choice. I could gamble my life, and try and forge an alliance with this total stranger, or, throwing any notion of bravery to the wind, I could turn tail and flee, my cowardice buying me a little more time. I decided against flight and, trembling, approached this player.
“Ho, fellow.” I called.
His head whipped up at the sound of my voice, blood dripping from his mouth, the remains of a raw steak dropping from his hand. I could recognise a hard man when I saw one.
“What do you want?” He called back, eyes narrowed, mouth slightly parted.
“I… I wanted to know if you would like to, uh, team with me?” I replied, my voice surely giving away my fear.
Something seemed to interest him, and he approached. Circling me twice, the way a feline plays with its prey. Totally defenseless, I was at his mercy. Thank the gods for his kind heart, as he smiled, and beckoned me to follow him.
“I have to craft a diamond sword, watch my back.” He told me, climbing the stairs of a tower, one which I knew contained a crafting bench.
“Sure.” I replied, beginning to see an opportunity rising.
As he grabbed his items, and placed them onto the bench, he left himself at my mercy; a mistake that should never, ever be made. His back to me, I reached for my weapon, lunged forward, and drove it deep into his side. Wrenching the gleaming metal from his body, he fell to a kneeling position, disbelieve widening his eyes. I placed my foot on his chest, and pushed him over the edge of the tower. His body hit the ground with an audible thuds. A cannon could be heard in the distance.
Grabbing his loot, I swiftly crafted the sword, and hurried away, satisfied with my kill. Night swiftly approaching, I hurried to the cornucopia, hoping to assure my victory in the soon to be refilled chests. Upon approaching, I saw a player. Not any player, but the one from the beginning of the game, the one I had noticed. I had noticed him for one reason, his combat skill. Something snapped underfoot, looking down, I saw a twig. (Cliché I know…) Cursing myself for lack of spatial awareness, I looked towards my opponent, and saw him charging in my direction. His armour far bested my own, and our weapons were of equal lethality. Now, my lifeblood would have, should have even, been spilled that night, if not for a tree. Yes, a tree saved my life, and to Mother Nature, I am eternally grateful. As he neared, his breastplate caught on a branch, snapping his torso back, momentum carrying his legs forward, thus swinging him up into the air, and dropping him to the ground.
Seizing opportunity by its neck, I shoved my blade into the man, his eyes went blank, and I knew I had won. I knew I was far too geared to lose.
Sure enough, the deathmatch counter boomed through the night, alerting my foes to their imminent demise.
Equipped with more armour than I had ever dreamed of, I set off as soon as my enemies were teleported to me. An arrow through one. Boom. A swift blow of my blade to the back of another. Boom. The last player stared blankly at me, terror rendering him helpless, his fear induced tears dropped one-by-one, wetting the hard earth his feet was firmly planted on. I smiled, looking back, my sadistic nature sickens me. Hurling my blade at him, the speed creating a low woosh sound, my smile turned to tears. As he dropped to the ground, I knew that my struggle was over. I had survived, not only that, but I had won. I had won this game, I had achieved my goal of multiple months, and I could finally die a peaceful man.
Ripping my headphones off, I swung my chair around, so that it faced the kitchen table. My mother and her friend were drinking tea, and looked up at my sudden movement. A stupid grin plastered to my face, and following the tradition of many young men before me, I loudly proclaimed, “I done it mum!”
Here goes, I don't have a title for my story, but I think the content should suffice.
This story retells my first victory on the MCGamer servers. For a person like myself, who had no real gaming experience prior to my purchase of Minecraft, winning a game with competition as fierce as this one, (though to be honest, the competitive nature of this community has grown a lot since its earlier days), was comparable to scaling Everest. Ok, I may be exaggerating, if only slightly. Yet, equipped with a 2008 iMac, a ten dollar Dell mouse, and my first real video game, my seemingly insurmountable goal of many months was finally achieved on a lazy Sunday morning.
Now, I may have indulged myself a little with the use of imagination here, yet I believe that it benefits you, the reader, and so it will remain a fantastical tale, written from the perspective of my younger self, one whose imagination ran wild.
Now, I shall begin.
Upon entering the arena, my vision clouded; the brilliant sunlight playing havoc with my retinas, accustomed to the dim light of the lobby as they were. As sight was slowly restored, I took time to plan out my route. No sweat, I had done this many times. The first thing I noticed was a player I had noticed to be a little better than most directly to my right. Acting upon this discovery, I decided that I would head to the chest to my left. Said chest was a little further than the chest on my right, yet I felt that it would be beneficial to take the longer path, and compete with a weaker tribute for loot.
My decision paid off, and soon I was on my way towards my route, equipped with a golden chest plate, some assorted food items, and a compass. A decent haul. Following my route, I felt strangely at peace, a far cry from the usual heart pumping action of most games on these servers.
Rounding the coastline, I spied a player. Suddenly, all feelings of self-confidence dissipated; this player was far more equipped. I realised that I had one choice. I could gamble my life, and try and forge an alliance with this total stranger, or, throwing any notion of bravery to the wind, I could turn tail and flee, my cowardice buying me a little more time. I decided against flight and, trembling, approached this player.
“Ho, fellow.” I called.
His head whipped up at the sound of my voice, blood dripping from his mouth, the remains of a raw steak dropping from his hand. I could recognise a hard man when I saw one.
“What do you want?” He called back, eyes narrowed, mouth slightly parted.
“I… I wanted to know if you would like to, uh, team with me?” I replied, my voice surely giving away my fear.
Something seemed to interest him, and he approached. Circling me twice, the way a feline plays with its prey. Totally defenseless, I was at his mercy. Thank the gods for his kind heart, as he smiled, and beckoned me to follow him.
“I have to craft a diamond sword, watch my back.” He told me, climbing the stairs of a tower, one which I knew contained a crafting bench.
“Sure.” I replied, beginning to see an opportunity rising.
As he grabbed his items, and placed them onto the bench, he left himself at my mercy; a mistake that should never, ever be made. His back to me, I reached for my weapon, lunged forward, and drove it deep into his side. Wrenching the gleaming metal from his body, he fell to a kneeling position, disbelieve widening his eyes. I placed my foot on his chest, and pushed him over the edge of the tower. His body hit the ground with an audible thuds. A cannon could be heard in the distance.
Grabbing his loot, I swiftly crafted the sword, and hurried away, satisfied with my kill. Night swiftly approaching, I hurried to the cornucopia, hoping to assure my victory in the soon to be refilled chests. Upon approaching, I saw a player. Not any player, but the one from the beginning of the game, the one I had noticed. I had noticed him for one reason, his combat skill. Something snapped underfoot, looking down, I saw a twig. (Cliché I know…) Cursing myself for lack of spatial awareness, I looked towards my opponent, and saw him charging in my direction. His armour far bested my own, and our weapons were of equal lethality. Now, my lifeblood would have, should have even, been spilled that night, if not for a tree. Yes, a tree saved my life, and to Mother Nature, I am eternally grateful. As he neared, his breastplate caught on a branch, snapping his torso back, momentum carrying his legs forward, thus swinging him up into the air, and dropping him to the ground.
Seizing opportunity by its neck, I shoved my blade into the man, his eyes went blank, and I knew I had won. I knew I was far too geared to lose.
Sure enough, the deathmatch counter boomed through the night, alerting my foes to their imminent demise.
Equipped with more armour than I had ever dreamed of, I set off as soon as my enemies were teleported to me. An arrow through one. Boom. A swift blow of my blade to the back of another. Boom. The last player stared blankly at me, terror rendering him helpless, his fear induced tears dropped one-by-one, wetting the hard earth his feet was firmly planted on. I smiled, looking back, my sadistic nature sickens me. Hurling my blade at him, the speed creating a low woosh sound, my smile turned to tears. As he dropped to the ground, I knew that my struggle was over. I had survived, not only that, but I had won. I had won this game, I had achieved my goal of multiple months, and I could finally die a peaceful man.
Ripping my headphones off, I swung my chair around, so that it faced the kitchen table. My mother and her friend were drinking tea, and looked up at my sudden movement. A stupid grin plastered to my face, and following the tradition of many young men before me, I loudly proclaimed, “I done it mum!”
Otto
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Staff and Guests, Players and Non-Players, Rivals, and allies, please may I present to you "Win Number One"
This story features some random players:
Featuring:
iFroxFTW , HalfSquirrel , LeafyGreenTea and "An Anonymous Girl"
In the story there are mentions of:
Gravey4rd , ChadTheDJ
For those of you who state that mine is too long for a short story, most normal stories go on for around 80,000 words, so mine is pretty small in comparison. Please have fun reading it, I have been spending the week editing it, changing it, producing 1st and 2nd drafts so I hope you do enjoy it.
This story is meant to symbolise how some games are so good, it feels like you can almost feel everything your character is feeling, and how you get caught up in it sometimes a bit too much.
People play Minecraft because they have nothing better to do. I play Minecraft because I need to get away from the better things to do.
Hey, I’m Guy, and this is how my addiction started.
It’s a drizzly Tuesday in East-England. I want to go do things; I want to go and live my life! But instead, I sit down at my computer, click on a bouncing picture of a grass block and start playing an infernal game…An Infernal game that I cant get enough of…
I was greeted by a wave of buttons. Each of them was similar but not duplicates. I clicked on one, which read, ”MCSG EU19”. Instantly I was teleported into a room where lines of text appeared on the screen, and I was no longer a boy playing on his computer anymore; I was a professional player of The Survival Games. There were a lot of options to choose from in the way of maps, Survival Games 1, Survival Games 2, and Survival Games 3. It was such a hard choice! In the end I chose Survival Games 2. Mainly because it was the only map I had played. The timer had started to tick down now and I watched it in trepidation. 10….5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..Then boom, I’m pulled into the map by the metal claws of the server.
I had taken in my surroundings and saw that behind me was a team of houses; I decided to rush for it. As the counter ticked down to zero I started to double think my thoughts in this game. What if I died? What if I never won a game and this was just another match leading toward my inevitable realization that I will never win a game? But the game had started and I had lost valuable seconds! I was still on my podium and I attempted to get my bearings and I soon turned around. Sprinting through a jungle of trees and leaves, a sixth sense told me that someone was following me. Did they have a weapon? Or worse, a bow? What if I got shot now and died immediately?
Luck must have been on my side though, as I wasn’t shot or stabbed. I don’t know who that person was; they’re most likely gone now…like so many others. Anyway, I found my way out of the forest and made my way to a crack in the fence, I started to stumble through the city and found very few chests, the whole time I was looking over my shoulder. Cannon shots were ringing in my ears and every time I heard a shot I had to check that I wasn’t the one who had died.
Half way through the game, I wasn’t doing so well, there were 11 people left, and I had some loose leather trousers on and an iron helmet sitting uncomfortably on my head. Then I spotted someone coming down the road, he was sprinting, and he had a chain torso across his chest and he was wearing some iron boots that seemed to fit him much more than my clothes fitted me. He had dark hair and it seemed that half of his face was taken up by a rodent, a squirrel maybe. But worst of all, the man was wielding a weapon of mass destruction. Actually, it wasn’t a weapon of mass destruction, it was a wooden sword, but you get the idea.
I had nothing, no weapon, and no good armor, except the oversized chunk of iron on my head. I stood there frozen, not being able to move. He came closer, and an idea started to form in my head. It was crazy, it would probably get me killed, but what other choice did I have? If I didn’t try it then I would end up in lots of little pieces on the ground, another souvenir for the wretched spectators. He came closer and I started to tense up. Just a few more feet and.... I ducked down! He swung his sword inches over my face and I immediately curled my hand into a fist and thrust it where the sun doesn’t shine. He scrunched up and dropped his wooden sword a few yards away. I elbowed him in the cheekbone and ran for the sword, but he grabbed me by the shoulder, before I could get there, and forced me to turn, and swung a hand into my face. Have you ever been stung by a bee on the face, right below the eye? Well, multiply that pain by fifty and you might get close to what I was feeling then.
I collapsed on the ground and the Man, Squirrel, whatever he is, looked down at me with a big enough grin on his face to scare Graveyard. One more punch in the face and I’d be gone. The sword was only several inches away from me now though and all I had to do was reach out and- “Oh no you don’t!” he said, his voice was even uglier than his face. He bent back his arm and I knew that it was only a few seconds before he brought his fist smashing down on my face, but in one last struggle I pushed my left hand, which wasn’t under his grip, with all my might into his stomach. He crumpled fast. I immediately shot out my hand to the sword and thrust it into his HalfSquirrel face. A cannon shot sounded, and it reminded me how close it had been to that cannon sounding my death.
I couldn’t believe it; I had won the fight, even though the odds were definitely not in my favour. I started to pull his armor off of his-
-“Guy! Do you want a jam sandwich?” My mother called from the kitchen
“No I do not want a jam sandwich, Mum!” I called back,
“Alright, no need to be snippy!” She replied immediately
“Urrrghh, just let me get back to my game,” I replied, more to myself then to her.
Then I was back, stumbling through the overgrown city. But now I had iron boots, a chain torso, and I was unstoppable. I had just stopped to eat by a library of some sort when an arrow came screeching past my face and firmly lodged itself in some wooden planks right next to me. A few centimeters to the right and it would have firmly lodged itself in my face. I turned and saw someone on top of a building tightly gripping a bow. I saw him draw another arrow and had just enough time to dodge to the left before it came flying.
The man dashed and leapt off the building, then landed in a forward roll. He immediately whipped out an iron sword and sprinted at an unbelievable pace towards me. I had to move, and I had to move now. I started to climb a ladder at the side of the library, but the man was catching up fast. I got my wooden sword out and got a glimpse of what he looked like. The man didn’t have any armor, but I got the feeling he didn’t need it. He had purplish skin, a colorful jumper on, and I would have sworn I had seen him before… But before I had time to think he had hit me, even though it seemed like he was too far away, and I swear he wasn’t looking at me. He swiped his sword again and missed me! But I felt like I had just been hit in the leg, I looked down and saw a dark red gash across my shin.
Then it hit me: he was a hacker! And I got a feeling I knew which one. LeafyGreenTea; the biggest hacker in the history of Survival Games. Unfortunately I didn’t exactly have time to start up a recording software. I had to focus. I scrambled on to the top of the building and got ready to throw my sword at LeafyGreenTea when he emerged from the ladder. I waited for him. And waited, and waited. I had been crouching at the top for about 15 seconds now, and I decided to take a risk. I shuffled over to the edge and looked down. And with what I saw, I couldn’t help but smile. Leafy’ had fallen, and was dying, impaled on a branch of leaves! I climbed down the ladder and stepped onto the tree that had decided to hold the funeral for the said hacker. Looking down at him now, I noticed that he wasn’t fully dead; he was muttering something, “I’ll be back for you…” he groaned, and the next thing I knew, he was LeafyDeadTea.
The cannon thundered and as a muffling sound rumbled in my ears I noticed that attached to every building was a loud speaker.
“Thirty seconds till deathmatch.” An anonymous voice muttered.
Deathmatch! I had never gotten that far before! And I only had thirty seconds! I quickly searched LeafyGreenTea’s body, he had some useful things on him: a bow and 6 arrows, an iron sword, a flint, which was attached to some steel and an apple with an admirable golden shine on in. I took a tiny bite out of the apple and I suddenly felt energetic and ready to go! It was miraculous. I decided to save the rest for later, when I would need it. I took the bow off of him and put the quiver around my shoulders. Next, I took the flint and steel. I rubbed them together and a colossal flame appeared right in front of my face,
“Whoa!” I exclaimed, stepping on the flames.
“Ten seconds until deathmatch.” The voice boomed out again.
I pocketed the flint’n’steel, I don’t know why but I had a feeling I would need it at the ready. Then I noticed the iron sword, I had to get it quick! I pulled at it but I realized that it was stuck inside his scabbard!
“Five seconds till deathmatch” The voice boomed.
I pulled as hard as I could but it just wouldn’t budge!
“Four seconds.”
I wrestled and wrestled but no matter how hard I pulled it was still firmly wedged in the sheath.
“Three.”
I propped my leg up against the dead mans hip…
“Two.”
I took hold of the sword with both hands…
“One.”
And I pulled! It came out, finally! The end was so heavy…and I was so tired… But I didn’t have any time for that, because before I could even fall over from the weight of the iron, a wave of nausea flooded over me, and the building around me transformed into trees…
I opened my eyes. I was back in the cornucopia, and I was holding the sword! Time for a shot of adrenaline. I took out the golden apple and bit a massive chunk out of it, immediately I felt incredible, tremendous, and wild. I threw the core of the apple over my shoulder. I imagine it would have looked heroic, but the apple hit a tree, bounced off and hit me in the small of my back.
My eyes darted round the cornucopia. It was easy to tell that there had been a bloodbath at the start of the game, red stained leather armor was lying around the center chests, and I had a feeling it wasn’t cranberry juice. Now I looked at the people. There were three of us in all. Me, with an iron helmet, chain torso, leather trousers and iron boots. A girl with only leather shoes was standing a few podiums across from me. I felt sorry for the girl, she was the weakest and she knew it. To my left was what I had feared. A man in full iron armor except for a leather cap was about seven podiums away from me. He was the strongest, and the girl and I both saw it.
“Five seconds.” A voice boomed.
Then I noticed something; the man was drawing his bow. He was standing on the podium with his bow facing the girl’s head. He had an arrow drawn, and I knew what he was going to do with it. As soon as we were allowed to move he would let go of the string, the string tension, which was built up, would release pushing the arrow at 30 miles per hour, sending it flying through the air, and the girl would be dead.
“Four seconds.” the voice said again.
Well two could play at that game. I took of my bow carefully off my shoulder, and then I took an arrow out of my quiver.
“Three.”
I placed the arrow on the splinter of wood below my bow.
“Two.”
I took aim…
“One.”
And let rip! The arrow went flying but missed by miles! If I had been aiming for a fallen over building a kilometer away then I might have been congratulated. The man hadn’t been so unlucky. I looked over my shoulder and I stared in shock as the corpse of the girl lay on the ground beside me. There was an arrow implanted in her left eye. Actually, it wasn’t her eye anymore. It was chaos of blood, chunks of muscle and meat, and steel that have come off of the arrow.
I hesitated looking at the site of the poor girls body, but that hesitation was all the man needed to draw another arrow. I saw the arrow soaring towards me, but I wouldn’t move. I couldn’t move. And the next thing I knew I felt the arrow implant itself in my kneecap. Its weird getting shot in the knee; you feel a dull ache spread from your knee to the rest of your body, and then about 3 seconds in the real pain comes. An excruciating bath of hot fire gets poured over your leg and you knees buckle, and you fall to the ground, and then you wait for death. Well that basically happened to me right then, but before I could fall to the ground, I hauled the arrow out from my knee and threw it to the grass. All of this happened in the matter of about one second, and the man had been watching the whole time with a “slightly amused” look on his face. It was then when I saw the name tattooed on his right arm. iFrox. iFrox was at the top of the leaderboards! I started to weep a little to loudly. There was no way I could beat him. But I had to try.
iFrox did a leisurely stroll over to me. I closed my eyes and then I had an idea! It was the oldest trick in the book, I just hoped it was so old iFrox hadn’t read it. I forced my face in too as much of a look of surprise as I could conger, then at the top of my voice I screamed, “No Way! Look!”
iFrox turned and looked over his shoulder and at that exact moment I kicked upwards with my knee. I heard a soft crack and iFrox had flipped over. He was on his back now, and I was looking over him. It was obvious what I had to do. I had to stab him in the back, one quick thrust of the sword and I would win. But I was too scared to realize that, and my leg was still pouring out blood. I climbed on top of a tree and started firing arrows at him. One on the chest plate, one on the helmet, one on the leggings. They didn’t make a scratch. It was at this point when iFrox probably realized I hadn’t just killed him he looked up and shouted a piercing laugh,
“Hah!” he exclaimed, “You fool! Get ready to meet your maker!”
“ChadtheDJ?” I asked. And I was happy with this slightly funny comeback, as it would usually be the kind of thing I would think up hours later and then I’d wish I said it at the time.
iFrox stood up at the speed of sound and forward rolled under the cover of a bush. He took out his bow and started firing, again and again and again. They say that medieval archers could fire at 1 arrow per second; well I reckoned that iFrox could give them a run for their money. I quickly hurdled off the tree and sprinted across the cornucopia. Every step I took was met by another arrow flying my way. Over and over and over again he fired. I had to keep on running. And then, it stopped. That’s it. It just stopped. I thought for a second something had happened to him, like an anvil on the head, or a tree falling on him. But my hope was short-lived; I turned to look over my shoulder and saw iFrox darting towards me; he had a diamond sword in hand. And in that second it dawned on me.
‘Guy, you can’t run forever,’ a voice in the back of my head said, ‘Face him and be a man.’
I turned around. I looked at iFrox with what I hoped was a ‘Come and get me’ look, but was probably more like ‘I’m seasick, please help me’. I drew my iron sword, it looked pathetic in comparison to iFrox’s. I attempted to stand my ground, and somehow I did. As he came running up to me I raised my sword above my head. All he did was tense up a bit. And as he came closer I swiped down the sword right onto his head! Except…that didn’t happen. What really happened was I swiped down, but he raised his sword, blocked mine, and thrust the weapon into my armpit! A searing pain went through my shoulder; I knew that now I would bleed to death, I knew that I had lost. But then, out of nowhere, the pain evaporated to be left with a dull throbbing. Then I remembered, the golden apple! It must have healed me somehow! All these thoughts crossed my mind in a fragment of a second, and before I knew it iFrox was getting ready for his second strike. Then I recalled something else, something I had thought I would need...
I only half knew what I was doing, but immediately I turned and dashed for a random tree, the whole time I had one hand on my sword, the other in my pocket. I knew that iFrox would be close behind me so I had to act fast. While running I closed my hand around the flint and steel and hauled it out of my pocket. I turned around, and sure enough iFrox was about 10 meter’s away from me. I grabbed the steel in my right hand, the flint in my left and I rubbed them together with all my might. My palm grew warmer and I threw the items on the floor. Instantaneously the ground erupted in a carnival of flames. I waited for iFrox to come racing through the blaze but nothing happened, no sword, no arrow, nothing.
I waited for around five seconds, and then a corpse surfaced from the inferno, but it wasn’t a corpse, it was iFrox; and he was alive, but barely. iFrox’s hand relaxed and dropped the sword. It hit the grass and made a thud sound as the handle made contact with the ground. iFrox’s dying body hit the ground chest first. I rushed over to him and rolled him over. I stared in disbelief as he slowly burned to death. It wasn’t the same as when I had killed that Half-Squirrel man; with him it had been quick and fast. But this, this was just grim. iFrox’s lips were moving, and I realized he was trying to speak. I expected something like, “ I’ll kill you”, But instead all he said was
“Good game.” And then he was gone.
A cannon went off and fireworks erupted all around me, and I suddenly felt much better physically, but I didn’t care. All I could do was stare at the bloody mangled body of the best player of Survival Games in the world. Then my vision got distorted, my head lolled back and I blacked out.
Suddenly I was in a room, jumps to my left and small versions of biomes to my right. The arrow hole in my leg was gone. And there was everyone, the HalfSquirrel, LeafyGreenTea, the girl and iFrox! I was so happy to see them, and the smile on my face couldn’t get any wider. I couldn’t even get angry with LeafyGreenTea. He muttered something like, “Stupid ping.” And then he just disappeared in front of me. Just like that. And then I realized that everyone else was gone too. I sat down on one of the benches, and somehow knew, that everyone was going to end all right.
-Based on a true story (My first win)
Thank you for getting to the end of my short story. This story is 3,510 words long and I have been spending countless hours on it everyday. Thanks to my family for proof reading it and offering me constructive criticism and thank you to MCGamer, all the developers and all the staff who choose to use their real life time too let us have a fun experience. Thank you so much.
Note: I wrote this on Word and so the spacing might be unexpected.
PS: Since everyone seems to put their word count at the bottom. This story is 3,510 words long.
~By Otto101
This story features some random players:
Featuring:
iFroxFTW , HalfSquirrel , LeafyGreenTea and "An Anonymous Girl"
In the story there are mentions of:
Gravey4rd , ChadTheDJ
For those of you who state that mine is too long for a short story, most normal stories go on for around 80,000 words, so mine is pretty small in comparison. Please have fun reading it, I have been spending the week editing it, changing it, producing 1st and 2nd drafts so I hope you do enjoy it.
This story is meant to symbolise how some games are so good, it feels like you can almost feel everything your character is feeling, and how you get caught up in it sometimes a bit too much.
Win Number 1.
People play Minecraft because they have nothing better to do. I play Minecraft because I need to get away from the better things to do.
Hey, I’m Guy, and this is how my addiction started.
It’s a drizzly Tuesday in East-England. I want to go do things; I want to go and live my life! But instead, I sit down at my computer, click on a bouncing picture of a grass block and start playing an infernal game…An Infernal game that I cant get enough of…
I was greeted by a wave of buttons. Each of them was similar but not duplicates. I clicked on one, which read, ”MCSG EU19”. Instantly I was teleported into a room where lines of text appeared on the screen, and I was no longer a boy playing on his computer anymore; I was a professional player of The Survival Games. There were a lot of options to choose from in the way of maps, Survival Games 1, Survival Games 2, and Survival Games 3. It was such a hard choice! In the end I chose Survival Games 2. Mainly because it was the only map I had played. The timer had started to tick down now and I watched it in trepidation. 10….5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..Then boom, I’m pulled into the map by the metal claws of the server.
I had taken in my surroundings and saw that behind me was a team of houses; I decided to rush for it. As the counter ticked down to zero I started to double think my thoughts in this game. What if I died? What if I never won a game and this was just another match leading toward my inevitable realization that I will never win a game? But the game had started and I had lost valuable seconds! I was still on my podium and I attempted to get my bearings and I soon turned around. Sprinting through a jungle of trees and leaves, a sixth sense told me that someone was following me. Did they have a weapon? Or worse, a bow? What if I got shot now and died immediately?
Luck must have been on my side though, as I wasn’t shot or stabbed. I don’t know who that person was; they’re most likely gone now…like so many others. Anyway, I found my way out of the forest and made my way to a crack in the fence, I started to stumble through the city and found very few chests, the whole time I was looking over my shoulder. Cannon shots were ringing in my ears and every time I heard a shot I had to check that I wasn’t the one who had died.
Half way through the game, I wasn’t doing so well, there were 11 people left, and I had some loose leather trousers on and an iron helmet sitting uncomfortably on my head. Then I spotted someone coming down the road, he was sprinting, and he had a chain torso across his chest and he was wearing some iron boots that seemed to fit him much more than my clothes fitted me. He had dark hair and it seemed that half of his face was taken up by a rodent, a squirrel maybe. But worst of all, the man was wielding a weapon of mass destruction. Actually, it wasn’t a weapon of mass destruction, it was a wooden sword, but you get the idea.
I had nothing, no weapon, and no good armor, except the oversized chunk of iron on my head. I stood there frozen, not being able to move. He came closer, and an idea started to form in my head. It was crazy, it would probably get me killed, but what other choice did I have? If I didn’t try it then I would end up in lots of little pieces on the ground, another souvenir for the wretched spectators. He came closer and I started to tense up. Just a few more feet and.... I ducked down! He swung his sword inches over my face and I immediately curled my hand into a fist and thrust it where the sun doesn’t shine. He scrunched up and dropped his wooden sword a few yards away. I elbowed him in the cheekbone and ran for the sword, but he grabbed me by the shoulder, before I could get there, and forced me to turn, and swung a hand into my face. Have you ever been stung by a bee on the face, right below the eye? Well, multiply that pain by fifty and you might get close to what I was feeling then.
I collapsed on the ground and the Man, Squirrel, whatever he is, looked down at me with a big enough grin on his face to scare Graveyard. One more punch in the face and I’d be gone. The sword was only several inches away from me now though and all I had to do was reach out and- “Oh no you don’t!” he said, his voice was even uglier than his face. He bent back his arm and I knew that it was only a few seconds before he brought his fist smashing down on my face, but in one last struggle I pushed my left hand, which wasn’t under his grip, with all my might into his stomach. He crumpled fast. I immediately shot out my hand to the sword and thrust it into his HalfSquirrel face. A cannon shot sounded, and it reminded me how close it had been to that cannon sounding my death.
I couldn’t believe it; I had won the fight, even though the odds were definitely not in my favour. I started to pull his armor off of his-
-“Guy! Do you want a jam sandwich?” My mother called from the kitchen
“No I do not want a jam sandwich, Mum!” I called back,
“Alright, no need to be snippy!” She replied immediately
“Urrrghh, just let me get back to my game,” I replied, more to myself then to her.
Then I was back, stumbling through the overgrown city. But now I had iron boots, a chain torso, and I was unstoppable. I had just stopped to eat by a library of some sort when an arrow came screeching past my face and firmly lodged itself in some wooden planks right next to me. A few centimeters to the right and it would have firmly lodged itself in my face. I turned and saw someone on top of a building tightly gripping a bow. I saw him draw another arrow and had just enough time to dodge to the left before it came flying.
The man dashed and leapt off the building, then landed in a forward roll. He immediately whipped out an iron sword and sprinted at an unbelievable pace towards me. I had to move, and I had to move now. I started to climb a ladder at the side of the library, but the man was catching up fast. I got my wooden sword out and got a glimpse of what he looked like. The man didn’t have any armor, but I got the feeling he didn’t need it. He had purplish skin, a colorful jumper on, and I would have sworn I had seen him before… But before I had time to think he had hit me, even though it seemed like he was too far away, and I swear he wasn’t looking at me. He swiped his sword again and missed me! But I felt like I had just been hit in the leg, I looked down and saw a dark red gash across my shin.
Then it hit me: he was a hacker! And I got a feeling I knew which one. LeafyGreenTea; the biggest hacker in the history of Survival Games. Unfortunately I didn’t exactly have time to start up a recording software. I had to focus. I scrambled on to the top of the building and got ready to throw my sword at LeafyGreenTea when he emerged from the ladder. I waited for him. And waited, and waited. I had been crouching at the top for about 15 seconds now, and I decided to take a risk. I shuffled over to the edge and looked down. And with what I saw, I couldn’t help but smile. Leafy’ had fallen, and was dying, impaled on a branch of leaves! I climbed down the ladder and stepped onto the tree that had decided to hold the funeral for the said hacker. Looking down at him now, I noticed that he wasn’t fully dead; he was muttering something, “I’ll be back for you…” he groaned, and the next thing I knew, he was LeafyDeadTea.
The cannon thundered and as a muffling sound rumbled in my ears I noticed that attached to every building was a loud speaker.
“Thirty seconds till deathmatch.” An anonymous voice muttered.
Deathmatch! I had never gotten that far before! And I only had thirty seconds! I quickly searched LeafyGreenTea’s body, he had some useful things on him: a bow and 6 arrows, an iron sword, a flint, which was attached to some steel and an apple with an admirable golden shine on in. I took a tiny bite out of the apple and I suddenly felt energetic and ready to go! It was miraculous. I decided to save the rest for later, when I would need it. I took the bow off of him and put the quiver around my shoulders. Next, I took the flint and steel. I rubbed them together and a colossal flame appeared right in front of my face,
“Whoa!” I exclaimed, stepping on the flames.
“Ten seconds until deathmatch.” The voice boomed out again.
I pocketed the flint’n’steel, I don’t know why but I had a feeling I would need it at the ready. Then I noticed the iron sword, I had to get it quick! I pulled at it but I realized that it was stuck inside his scabbard!
“Five seconds till deathmatch” The voice boomed.
I pulled as hard as I could but it just wouldn’t budge!
“Four seconds.”
I wrestled and wrestled but no matter how hard I pulled it was still firmly wedged in the sheath.
“Three.”
I propped my leg up against the dead mans hip…
“Two.”
I took hold of the sword with both hands…
“One.”
And I pulled! It came out, finally! The end was so heavy…and I was so tired… But I didn’t have any time for that, because before I could even fall over from the weight of the iron, a wave of nausea flooded over me, and the building around me transformed into trees…
I opened my eyes. I was back in the cornucopia, and I was holding the sword! Time for a shot of adrenaline. I took out the golden apple and bit a massive chunk out of it, immediately I felt incredible, tremendous, and wild. I threw the core of the apple over my shoulder. I imagine it would have looked heroic, but the apple hit a tree, bounced off and hit me in the small of my back.
My eyes darted round the cornucopia. It was easy to tell that there had been a bloodbath at the start of the game, red stained leather armor was lying around the center chests, and I had a feeling it wasn’t cranberry juice. Now I looked at the people. There were three of us in all. Me, with an iron helmet, chain torso, leather trousers and iron boots. A girl with only leather shoes was standing a few podiums across from me. I felt sorry for the girl, she was the weakest and she knew it. To my left was what I had feared. A man in full iron armor except for a leather cap was about seven podiums away from me. He was the strongest, and the girl and I both saw it.
“Five seconds.” A voice boomed.
Then I noticed something; the man was drawing his bow. He was standing on the podium with his bow facing the girl’s head. He had an arrow drawn, and I knew what he was going to do with it. As soon as we were allowed to move he would let go of the string, the string tension, which was built up, would release pushing the arrow at 30 miles per hour, sending it flying through the air, and the girl would be dead.
“Four seconds.” the voice said again.
Well two could play at that game. I took of my bow carefully off my shoulder, and then I took an arrow out of my quiver.
“Three.”
I placed the arrow on the splinter of wood below my bow.
“Two.”
I took aim…
“One.”
And let rip! The arrow went flying but missed by miles! If I had been aiming for a fallen over building a kilometer away then I might have been congratulated. The man hadn’t been so unlucky. I looked over my shoulder and I stared in shock as the corpse of the girl lay on the ground beside me. There was an arrow implanted in her left eye. Actually, it wasn’t her eye anymore. It was chaos of blood, chunks of muscle and meat, and steel that have come off of the arrow.
I hesitated looking at the site of the poor girls body, but that hesitation was all the man needed to draw another arrow. I saw the arrow soaring towards me, but I wouldn’t move. I couldn’t move. And the next thing I knew I felt the arrow implant itself in my kneecap. Its weird getting shot in the knee; you feel a dull ache spread from your knee to the rest of your body, and then about 3 seconds in the real pain comes. An excruciating bath of hot fire gets poured over your leg and you knees buckle, and you fall to the ground, and then you wait for death. Well that basically happened to me right then, but before I could fall to the ground, I hauled the arrow out from my knee and threw it to the grass. All of this happened in the matter of about one second, and the man had been watching the whole time with a “slightly amused” look on his face. It was then when I saw the name tattooed on his right arm. iFrox. iFrox was at the top of the leaderboards! I started to weep a little to loudly. There was no way I could beat him. But I had to try.
iFrox did a leisurely stroll over to me. I closed my eyes and then I had an idea! It was the oldest trick in the book, I just hoped it was so old iFrox hadn’t read it. I forced my face in too as much of a look of surprise as I could conger, then at the top of my voice I screamed, “No Way! Look!”
iFrox turned and looked over his shoulder and at that exact moment I kicked upwards with my knee. I heard a soft crack and iFrox had flipped over. He was on his back now, and I was looking over him. It was obvious what I had to do. I had to stab him in the back, one quick thrust of the sword and I would win. But I was too scared to realize that, and my leg was still pouring out blood. I climbed on top of a tree and started firing arrows at him. One on the chest plate, one on the helmet, one on the leggings. They didn’t make a scratch. It was at this point when iFrox probably realized I hadn’t just killed him he looked up and shouted a piercing laugh,
“Hah!” he exclaimed, “You fool! Get ready to meet your maker!”
“ChadtheDJ?” I asked. And I was happy with this slightly funny comeback, as it would usually be the kind of thing I would think up hours later and then I’d wish I said it at the time.
iFrox stood up at the speed of sound and forward rolled under the cover of a bush. He took out his bow and started firing, again and again and again. They say that medieval archers could fire at 1 arrow per second; well I reckoned that iFrox could give them a run for their money. I quickly hurdled off the tree and sprinted across the cornucopia. Every step I took was met by another arrow flying my way. Over and over and over again he fired. I had to keep on running. And then, it stopped. That’s it. It just stopped. I thought for a second something had happened to him, like an anvil on the head, or a tree falling on him. But my hope was short-lived; I turned to look over my shoulder and saw iFrox darting towards me; he had a diamond sword in hand. And in that second it dawned on me.
‘Guy, you can’t run forever,’ a voice in the back of my head said, ‘Face him and be a man.’
I turned around. I looked at iFrox with what I hoped was a ‘Come and get me’ look, but was probably more like ‘I’m seasick, please help me’. I drew my iron sword, it looked pathetic in comparison to iFrox’s. I attempted to stand my ground, and somehow I did. As he came running up to me I raised my sword above my head. All he did was tense up a bit. And as he came closer I swiped down the sword right onto his head! Except…that didn’t happen. What really happened was I swiped down, but he raised his sword, blocked mine, and thrust the weapon into my armpit! A searing pain went through my shoulder; I knew that now I would bleed to death, I knew that I had lost. But then, out of nowhere, the pain evaporated to be left with a dull throbbing. Then I remembered, the golden apple! It must have healed me somehow! All these thoughts crossed my mind in a fragment of a second, and before I knew it iFrox was getting ready for his second strike. Then I recalled something else, something I had thought I would need...
I only half knew what I was doing, but immediately I turned and dashed for a random tree, the whole time I had one hand on my sword, the other in my pocket. I knew that iFrox would be close behind me so I had to act fast. While running I closed my hand around the flint and steel and hauled it out of my pocket. I turned around, and sure enough iFrox was about 10 meter’s away from me. I grabbed the steel in my right hand, the flint in my left and I rubbed them together with all my might. My palm grew warmer and I threw the items on the floor. Instantaneously the ground erupted in a carnival of flames. I waited for iFrox to come racing through the blaze but nothing happened, no sword, no arrow, nothing.
I waited for around five seconds, and then a corpse surfaced from the inferno, but it wasn’t a corpse, it was iFrox; and he was alive, but barely. iFrox’s hand relaxed and dropped the sword. It hit the grass and made a thud sound as the handle made contact with the ground. iFrox’s dying body hit the ground chest first. I rushed over to him and rolled him over. I stared in disbelief as he slowly burned to death. It wasn’t the same as when I had killed that Half-Squirrel man; with him it had been quick and fast. But this, this was just grim. iFrox’s lips were moving, and I realized he was trying to speak. I expected something like, “ I’ll kill you”, But instead all he said was
“Good game.” And then he was gone.
A cannon went off and fireworks erupted all around me, and I suddenly felt much better physically, but I didn’t care. All I could do was stare at the bloody mangled body of the best player of Survival Games in the world. Then my vision got distorted, my head lolled back and I blacked out.
Suddenly I was in a room, jumps to my left and small versions of biomes to my right. The arrow hole in my leg was gone. And there was everyone, the HalfSquirrel, LeafyGreenTea, the girl and iFrox! I was so happy to see them, and the smile on my face couldn’t get any wider. I couldn’t even get angry with LeafyGreenTea. He muttered something like, “Stupid ping.” And then he just disappeared in front of me. Just like that. And then I realized that everyone else was gone too. I sat down on one of the benches, and somehow knew, that everyone was going to end all right.
-Based on a true story (My first win)
Thank you for getting to the end of my short story. This story is 3,510 words long and I have been spending countless hours on it everyday. Thanks to my family for proof reading it and offering me constructive criticism and thank you to MCGamer, all the developers and all the staff who choose to use their real life time too let us have a fun experience. Thank you so much.
Note: I wrote this on Word and so the spacing might be unexpected.
PS: Since everyone seems to put their word count at the bottom. This story is 3,510 words long.
~By Otto101
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Wow.
That was really well-written, and detailed ;o I loved the dramatization, the plot, everything. Fantastic!
