A story that was foretold, of miner9823
A youthful player of the age of a sixth grader, an ambitious child who had wished, and dreamed of great goals, and careers. Possibly becoming an astrophysicist. Or maybe a writer. He would dream of goals of which he would dare to traverse through challenges and trials to succeed in. Despite his unpleasant, and boring birthday with his family of more than twenty people, had he begged and begged to his father to finally purchase Minecraft for his twelfth birthday.
Through years of procrastination and surfing the internet, had that child been inspired to log in to his first ever server of the grand mcsg server for his first, ever time... Thus, began the great journey of miner9823.
His first attempt.
May the games begin! Yelled the announcer, as a vast majority of unfortunate volunteers hastily dashed to the cornucopia. Desperately scavenging tools for survival. The fortunate miner9823 had barely survived the traumatizing bloodbath as he he gazed upon the chaos reigned cornucopia once more, sweat gushing, and dripping down his forehead and fingers as he had watched in horror to beheld by what had happened in the cornucopia. Moments passed after he had stumbled across a hidden chest in the ground. A refreshed, stone sword has been discovered! However, the celebration of an increased survival chance had not lasted, as a savage user, to which he hadn't recognized his name. He had sprinted with fury, dashing and swinging his sword furiously at miner9823. The next brief moment, loud thunder occurred and had the unfortunate miner9823 found himself floating blissfully in the air. Deceased.
Thus he had become a soul of the survival games 4 map. However, the youthful miner9823 was quite stubborn. Always he was eager to continue until the bitter ends. Thus, through optimism he had began to continue playing the great servers of the Minecraft Survival Games!
His Greatest Win.
Desperate competitors hastily dashed to the frozen cornucopia of the Solar frost terrain. Each pushed, shoved, punched one another as they raced towards the cornucopia. A majority of unfortunate players have been
struck and have not lasted long within their life span. The remaining tributes that were fortunate enough to survive, which included miner9823, had fled within the frozen caverns and holes that were yet to be discovered with secrets and mystery, or certain death..
miner9823 was unfortunate and had not claimed much from the cornucopia. Food, and resources were scarce and buried deep beneath the icy underground, waiting to be scavenged. A loud thunder had occurred yet once more.
Three tributes remain, preparing to start death-match! To the horror miner9823 had seen. Anxious, nervous, yet excited to have survived so long within the treacherous games. Hour-like moments past, and had that unfortunate miner9823 experienced a petrifying ambush. Merely a weakened, wooden sword by his side and leather armour that was equipped. However, panic struck alongside with a great sweetness of fortune, as he barely fought off the vicious tribute and brutally murdering him. miner9823 was weakened, stiff and trembled, shivered alongside with fear and frost. miner9823 hastily prepared himself with gold pants and iron boots. He had discovered a golden apple to which he had planned to save for the final death-match between him, and the possibly tremendously frightening tribute. But had he prepared himself? It was
not enough.
Ten seconds before death-match! Yelled the announcer.
Whoosh! The remaining tribute and miner9823 had been transported within the icy wastelands that was arena-like. It was unrecognizable. The remaining two had been assigned into miniature igloos. Now was his last hope, the golden apple. He had quickly feasted upon its magical magical, yet golden power. He felt more stronger, yet slightly more confident.
Death-match had begun..
The tribute, and miner9823 had quickly dashed out of his igloo. And gazed upon the glory, and power of what the remaining tribute had beheld. Iron and gold armour, glistening within the snow, a shining gold armour, which represents the many souls it has been struck upon. Thus, the battle for survival raged on, miner9823 was peasant-like, weak and nimble. However, miner9823 had begun striking him closer, and closer to his overestimated demise.
Miner9823 has won the survival games! Out of all odds, miner9823 had defied them all. Thus, he had survived a great ordeal, and won. Won his greatest win, all in the courtesy of a magical, golden apple.
Cease to the Hunger Games!
A whole year had past, miner9823 had been unfortunate with winning commonly. He was stubborn, yet desperate not to lose his points, which represented the dignity he had left. Battlegrounds was a seemingly adequate place for him to practice, fight and enjoy combating other players without losing, or gaining anything. He had also discovered the creative server of MCSG, where he had begun socializing, playing, creating and building with wonderful, trustworthy friends. However, miner9823 had rarely played the Hunger Games since then. Has he was once again stated, desperate to conserve the little dignity he had left.
Unfortunately, creative has shut down, and Battlegrounds was still yet to arrive to public. Patiently waiting miner9823 did. Everyday, he would log on and the first action he would do is check on MCSG. But nevertheless, a vast majority of games were shut down, required for development. Only the Hunger Games was still up, and rising to more fame, as it was the
only game that was capable of functioning. Those were the dark days for MCSG, although that was merely to miner9823's standards and perspective.
The rising, of MCSG of course!
Alas! A time that was seemingly eternal had passed! Patience, yet worry accompanied miner9823 as he logged on to the MCSG servers. Every time he had logged on, would always have made him cringe with sadness knowing that the server has been downhill. However, the time patiently waiting and idling has passed, there it was. A grand, new spawning area, beautiful and gigantic trees that roamed the spawn. Great pillars mounted the skies to the limit. It was a glamorous, a magnificent sight. It had felt to him that MCSG has been reborn, a community, that rose from ashes. Despite that the dark times for miner9823 had never occurred. He was absolutely overjoyed to witness the server anew.
Unfortunately, a majority of game types were yet, still temporarily disabled. However, Battlegrounds was online, updated, anew. "I wonder what Battlegrounds has to offer!" Whispered miner9823, as he began to approach the signs, which lead him to the great, Kitpvp servers. However, for miner9823, he was yet, still youthful, and new to the server, and had issues to adapting to it. But that had not stopped him from playing.
Despite creative closed down, and categorized as a social meeting area, miner9823 has met and fought with good friends in Battlegrounds, and although he rarely contributed the the Survival Games, he was still eager to play when his friends offered him, which caused fortune for him, as one game, he had begun playing on breeze island.
May the games begin! The announcer once more yelled. Thus, they swam for the cornucopia, they had punched, pushed, shoved, and drowned players to finally guide themselves to the center of the arena.
Throughout the game, miner9823 had played, looted, and killed. However, the moment came when he had been chased by a vicious player, an announcement mysteriously popped up in to the screen of the chat.
"Creative is back online after several months of fixing it! We apologize for the long wait!" He was absolutely overjoyed. Despite he had gotten himself killed once more in the Hunger games, he immediately rushed towards the creative server. Desperate to reunite with old friends, and old projects..
Creative reborn. Unfortunate, or Fortunate?
The moment of rejoice had not lasted for long. Despite his greatest efforts of searching, miner9823 had lost
everything. His friends have disappeared off in to the midst, never to reunite. His projects were absolutely obliterated out of existence as they had updated the creative server, in to a more civil, organised, and lag free environment. However, through deep sorrow, and thick, muddy regret and misery miner9823 was in. He had thought...
"This could possibly help me make a fresh start. I must try to move on."
Thus, he had done so, he had slowly adapted himself in the anew environments of creative, having the realization that new rules have been applied. Like redstone use is not permitted, along with bonemeal and saplings. Although it was self-explanatory to why they have disabled it for mediocre users.
Through miner9823's time in creative, he had met a vast majority of players who were kind, considerate. His own, dreamlike virtual reality had become true within the range of merely a computer screen! He had met great friends, celebrities, even great friends who were celebrities like
StanMiniShow and
StewartMiniShow. Who were absolutely incredible builders, and absolutely warm hearted and kind.
Friends he built with, and friends he chatted with, like
Snife777,
Momoray18,
Infinity_Dragons, and many more. Thus it had inspired him to finally have a voice, contribute to Teamspeak. A brand new challenge to overcome..
Hello, Old friend.
Teamspeak was a challenge indeed. He had felt far too shy to even murmur a greeting, he had no voice of saying, as he had always assumed himself awkward, weak. Although
Momoray18, she was a special person. She had the courage, the heart of a lioness to guide miner9823 through the servers anew, that were far too much for miner9823 to bear. But she had supported him, she had
found his voice.
Nothing better could happen, everything was absolutely perfect for miner9823. He had succeeded, however, during his time building with his good friends, a message popped up in his screen, saying... "
Hey! Do you remember me? I'm ER123123123. I used a friend's account, but now this is my real one!" Whispered
Miss_Electric. Hello, old friend, miner9823 had cried of joy. He had the greatest fortune to meet his good, old friend again. They had rebuilt their relationship, she got better at building the last time they met, he made a mountain for her, as she placed a youthful poppy on the peak. It was a moment to never forget.
Myself today, Myself tomorrow.
Thus had come to yet another chapter's end of miner9823's story. He had experienced the pessimistic, yet the optimistic values of what was beheld towards the MCSG servers. An ambition had arose anew. To change the servers for the best, to finally make the
perfect community. To become a moderator, and help those in need, and bring justice to those who shall be served it. To contribute the vast developing community, and serve it loyally.
There are journeys still yet ahead for the youthful miner9823, youthful, weak, and nimble. But his imagination, and ambition shan't fade away. Thus, was his great experiences in the servers of Minecraft Survival Games.
Thank you for reading.
