A Forums Contest

[BigBezz]

We Prefer a memory or experience if you can, however, should you write a fictional piece, theres no way of us knowing wether its fictional or not, so technically, I can't put a stipulation on it unless you make it very obvious that its fictional... Keep it realistic..

As to add some variety, do you have any concerns if I where to write a "review" of the mcsg servers? When I say review I don't mean a stereotypical review

EDIT: this is still an experience of mcsg, technically

 

[KorStonesword]

CAm
Would we be allowed to focus the story on more of a semi life-story of our history on MCGamer? I've never had a significant experience that I would consider worth elaborating on, but I've had a fair amount of fun small ones.
Also, I'm really happy you guys are finally widening out and including this great forum community in the contests, especially since there are some really talented writers here.

As to add some variety, do you have any concerns if I where to write a "review" of the mcsg servers? When I say review I don't mean a stereotypical review

I'd like to see a Nostalgia Critic/AVGN/JonTron style review of MCGamer.

 

[Chiller4]

check the forums for the first time in a week and see this

If we win can we give the platinum to someone else?

 

[BigBezz]

check the forums for the first time in a week and see this

If we win can we give the platinum to someone else?

Yup, as far as I know

 

[Giggity69Goo]

~My first win~
​

After the shutdown of his ex-favorite PvP server, a boy was searching for a new PvP server. He found the perfect server. He logged onto the so called "MCSG" servers. He made his way to the sg section. He was so excited, he couldnt wait another minute. He searched for a server, he grabbed his mouse, he pointed thwoards the server sign, and right clicked. Soon he was teleported to the game lobby. He looked at the timer, and there was 2, long minutes left. The boy greeted some of the people, as he was feeling friendly today.

After a short period of time, all of the tributes were teleported to the map, each tribute on their own podium. This map, the boy never played before. The map itself looked like a base, on the moon, and noticed that it was really dark. The timer was ticking. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. "Happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favour." The boy ran out, trying to get the sweet loot in the cornucopia chests. He saw that there was another floor to the cornucopia, and he went there. He menaged to get a flint and steel, and some chain leggings. He put on the leggings, and started running. He saw an exit, and for some reason, it had a number on top of the exit. The number was 2. The boy made his way to the exit. He ran through it, and saw a chest. He wanted to loot it, but he wanted to make sure there was no tribute behind him. He pressed the F5 button, twice. He saw a guy with no armor and a wooden sword, behind him. He wasnt sprint jumping, so he didnt think the tribute was a good player. He noticed that the guy was trying to kill him. The boy got the chaser on a open field. The boy stopped, waited for the tribute to approach him. As soon as the player was 5 blocks in front of him, he placed a fire, using the flint and steel. The tribute suprisingly walked into it, and was on fire. That didnt stop him from chasing the boy, he kept on going. The boy repeated the same process with the flint and steel, and menaged to get the tribute really low. He was feeling confident, and he went in for the for the kill. He walked up to the tribute, and started spamming the left mouse button. They exchanged hits. Somehow, he menaged to kill the tribute. The tribute dropped some food, and a wooden sword.

He decided to get some chests. He started running around the map, and after a minute, he finnaly found a chest. He oppened it, and realised: It was a tier 2! And a pretty good one aswell. He got 7 armor bars from it. The boy felt like fighting somebody else. He worked his way to the cornucopia. He saw 2 very stacked people, coming from exit number 1. He had intentions of cleaning them up. He approached them, and soon realised; They were a team. He started running, and the double team followed him. The boy was scared. The double team werent stopping, they kept on chasing him. The boy was sick of the double team, and he decided to turn on them, but before that, he was thinking of a strategy in his head. What he had in mind was: Use flint and steel on the person in front. Wait for him to back out, then when the second person comes in, kill the second person. Rodspam the first person to get his attention, and then run away with him chasing you. After you've regened, kill him. He was feeling confident, and he did exactly what he had in mind. The tacitc actually worked. The boy was very, very happy and proud of himself. That also made him very stacked. The refill was happening soon, but he was rather scared to go there.

There were only 4 tributes left.

After him scouting around for some players, and possibly more stuff, somebody killed the forth player. The server announced the deathmatch starting in 60 seconds. The boy was really nervous. Who knows what awaited him in the deathmatch?

After the 60 second period, the 3 remaning tributes were teleported to the arena. The boy, being 7 and a half armor bars, and a iron sword, looked around. 1 of the tributes had full leather, along with a stone axe. The other one had 6 and a half armor bars, with a diamond sword. As the 10 second timer was running, the 2 tributes saw how stacked the boy was, and went ahead and made a team. The boy was really pissed off, but took the challenge. The boy remembered something at the start, how he went to get a chest on the second floor. He ran to the middle and climbed up the ladders to get to the second floor, and he decided to camp on here. It was a really cheap move, but the boy wanted the win so bad. The less stacked guy was feeling brave, and started climbing the ladder. The boy got 3 hits on him, and knocked him off, and the tribute died of fall damage. The boy was at 8 hearts from the last tribute, and he jumped off. He realised he was against a guy who actually had alot of wins. They faught, and the tribute was close to killing the boy, but the boy backed out of the fight. The boy was on 1 heart. With the tribute far away from him, he decided to eat his golden apple. He was regened, and went in for the kill. He bowed the tribute a few times, getting him low. The boy was never closer to victory, as he was now. He went in for the sword combat. They both exchanged hits, and suprisingly enough, the boy got the last hit. He killed him, and the server said in the chat that he won the survival games! The boy was so happy, he actually screamed. He said to himself: "This is a start of something big..."

THE END​

and yes "the boy" from my story is me, just sounded more poetic writing in 3rd person =))

If there was any mistakes in both grammar or the context, please let me know.

EDIT: Ok I just realised that Gigity already did a story on this topic, I hope he doesnt mind, I didnt see his before I posted ;-;

It's fine don't worry about it! It makes it more of a challenge for us to see whose was better based off of the same topic

 

[RC_4777]

is it me or is everyone posting their first win? i know there are a few exceptions *cough my story *cough, but this is really boring reading about everyone's first win i know I'm not one to judge but there is not much variety ...

My first win is going to be heavily involved with my story because it's something I actually remember that I can make into a compelling story. My very best experiences are full of inside jokes and don't make for a compelling piece of writing. I think it'll be interesting to see if people can make their story stick out from others on the same topic. I plan to do something I don't think anyone else will to make it different.

 

[TomahawkGoesChop]

My first win is going to be heavily involved with my story because it's something I actually remember that I can make into a compelling story. My very best experiences are full of inside jokes and don't make for a compelling piece of writing. I think it'll be interesting to see if people can make their story stick out from others on the same topic. I plan to do something I don't think anyone else will to make it different.

Youre already a VIP... pls...

 

[demonsushi]

I would like to share an experience that I had with a bunch of players on this server, a community, a little group created on the forums. Anyone can join, be the few in my story were the first.

This is also the story of my skin.

Read this with an epic voice in mind, with dramatic music in the background. If you don't have some here is a video to play:

Once upon a time, in a place far off called SGC 2, I met the swarm. It was an odd day, my normal routine. I got on my computer after tennis, and hoped on to the forums. There, I saw a familiar name and some others sitting in the MCSG's CounterStrike TeamSpeak. RC_4777, Beardy, HalfSquirrel, Chiller4, Ikanacanyon7, JennoKoala, Ceroria (ZebraNation), plimpy41 and Brandon6895 were all in this TeamSpeak, though at the time I only recognized 2 or 3 of them. I was thrilled to see these names, and joined the chat.

The Swarm is an odd sight to first behold. At first glance, it appears to be the most annoying team of all time. Whoever has that opinion is right: the swarm is annoying to those it crushes. A clan of leafygreentea garbed locusts, charging at an opponent in packs of 4-8. A terrible sight to be hold. There is no hope for the poor full iron diamond sword target. He swings in vain, hoping that he will be able to catch at least one of the poorly geared members off guard. The swords, pickaxes, shovels and hoes of the swarm are too strong; the opponent is struck down in timely fashion. He may have taken two of his assailants with him, but the Swarm is not bothered, No one stops the Swarm. All of the prized gear is burned; the swarm does not need such petty things. Why trade a gold hoe for a diamond sword? No one really does that, right?

I wanted to join such an exciting and interesting group. I found the skin and wore it proudly. I managed to help the Swarm slay many opponents, and left them pleasant messages of "#swarm" and "#leafygreenteaday2014" when they were finally defeated. It is a grand site. When all of the opponents on the map were destroyed, the swarm began to turn upon each other. There is only one winner of the Survival Games. We wore our helmets or boots proudly, and kept our chosen weapon handy. No secondaries (mostly ), just pure melee combat. The fight begins! Each of the remaining swarm charge at each other, chopping with their hoes, fighting for their lives. plimpy41 had a fast click speed giving him an unfair advantage. None the less, the swarm battles for the right of winning for the Swarm!

Though, after many games, we faced a challenge. A player, who shall remain unnamed, played too much hive, and thought we were breaking the non existent Teaming Rule. He threatened us, but like none other. He was going to recordig us. that's right recordig. To this day we are not sure what that means. Check out our fears: http://imgur.com/PzgA7dZ. That game, Brandon and I were the only two to survive, yet we managed to represent the swarm, and win the game. Obviously Brandon rekt me, that's not the point though.

Slowly, the swarm ebbed away to their normal daily routines. The last of us finally logged of the Counterstrike TeamSpeak, giving the rest of the community a chance to win a game.

The swarm is not gone; the swarm is love, the swarm is life.

We do not forgive, we do not forget.

Fear us.

#Swarm2014

#recordig

Here is a video of the events for your entertainment.

 

[RC_4777]

Youre already a VIP... pls...

I like writing. If I happen to win, I'm going to give it away to any friends if they want it, and maybe I'll make a small contest if I can't find anyone.

 

[Livsfudge]

This

I would like to share an experience that I had with a bunch of players on this server, a community, a little group created on the forums. Anyone can join, be the few in my story were the first.

This is also the story of my skin.

Read this with an epic voice in mind, with dramatic music in the background. If you don't have some here is a video to play:

Once upon a time, in a place far off called SGC 2, I met the swarm. It was an odd day, my normal routine. I got on my computer after tennis, and hoped on to the forums. There, I saw a familiar name and some others sitting in the MCSG's CounterStrike TeamSpeak. RC_4777, Beardy, HalfSquirrel, Chiller4, Ikanacanyon7, JennoKoala, Ceroria (ZebraNation), plimpy41 and Brandon6895 were all in this TeamSpeak, though at the time I only recognized 2 or 3 of them. I was thrilled to see these names, and joined the chat.

The Swarm is an odd sight to first behold. At first glance, it appears to be the most annoying team of all time. Whoever has that opinion is right: the swarm is annoying to those it crushes. A clan of leafygreentea garbed locusts, charging at an opponent in packs of 4-8. A terrible sight to be hold. There is no hope for the poor full iron diamond sword target. He swings in vain, hoping that he will be able to catch at least one of the poorly geared members off guard. The swords, pickaxes, shovels and hoes of the swarm are too strong; the opponent is struck down in timely fashion. He may have taken two of his assailants with him, but the Swarm is not bothered, No one stops the Swarm. All of the prized gear is burned; the swarm does not need such petty things. Why trade a gold hoe for a diamond sword? No one really does that, right?

I wanted to join such an exciting and interesting group. I found the skin and wore it proudly. I managed to help the Swarm slay many opponents, and left them pleasant messages of "#swarm" and "#leafygreenteaday2014" when they were finally defeated. It is a grand site. When all of the opponents on the map were destroyed, the swarm began to turn upon each other. There is only one winner of the Survival Games. We wore our helmets or boots proudly, and kept our chosen weapon handy. No secondaries (mostly ), just pure melee combat. The fight begins! Each of the remaining swarm charge at each other, chopping with their hoes, fighting for their lives. plimpy41 had a fast click speed giving him an unfair advantage. None the less, the swarm battles for the right of winning for the Swarm!

Though, after many games, we faced a challenge. A player, who shall remain unnamed, played too much hive, and thought we were breaking the non existent Teaming Rule. He threatened us, but like none other. He was going to recordig us. that's right recordig. To this day we are not sure what that means. Check out our fears: http://imgur.com/PzgA7dZ. That game, Brandon and I were the only two to survive, yet we managed to represent the swarm, and win the game. Obviously Brandon rekt me, that's not the point though.

Slowly, the swarm ebbed away to their normal daily routines. The last of us finally logged of the Counterstrike TeamSpeak, giving the rest of the community a chance to win a game.

The swarm is not gone; the swarm is love, the swarm is life.

We do not forgive, we do not forget.

Fear us.

#Swarm2014

#recordig

Here is a video of the events for your entertainment.

This actually sounds like a lot of fun

 

[GeckoGoggals]

I would like to share an experience that I had with a bunch of players on this server, a community, a little group created on the forums. Anyone can join, be the few in my story were the first.

This is also the story of my skin.

Read this with an epic voice in mind, with dramatic music in the background. If you don't have some here is a video to play:

Once upon a time, in a place far off called SGC 2, I met the swarm. It was an odd day, my normal routine. I got on my computer after tennis, and hoped on to the forums. There, I saw a familiar name and some others sitting in the MCSG's CounterStrike TeamSpeak. RC_4777, Beardy, HalfSquirrel, Chiller4, Ikanacanyon7, JennoKoala, Ceroria (ZebraNation), plimpy41 and Brandon6895 were all in this TeamSpeak, though at the time I only recognized 2 or 3 of them. I was thrilled to see these names, and joined the chat.

The Swarm is an odd sight to first behold. At first glance, it appears to be the most annoying team of all time. Whoever has that opinion is right: the swarm is annoying to those it crushes. A clan of leafygreentea garbed locusts, charging at an opponent in packs of 4-8. A terrible sight to be hold. There is no hope for the poor full iron diamond sword target. He swings in vain, hoping that he will be able to catch at least one of the poorly geared members off guard. The swords, pickaxes, shovels and hoes of the swarm are too strong; the opponent is struck down in timely fashion. He may have taken two of his assailants with him, but the Swarm is not bothered, No one stops the Swarm. All of the prized gear is burned; the swarm does not need such petty things. Why trade a gold hoe for a diamond sword? No one really does that, right?

I wanted to join such an exciting and interesting group. I found the skin and wore it proudly. I managed to help the Swarm slay many opponents, and left them pleasant messages of "#swarm" and "#leafygreenteaday2014" when they were finally defeated. It is a grand site. When all of the opponents on the map were destroyed, the swarm began to turn upon each other. There is only one winner of the Survival Games. We wore our helmets or boots proudly, and kept our chosen weapon handy. No secondaries (mostly ), just pure melee combat. The fight begins! Each of the remaining swarm charge at each other, chopping with their hoes, fighting for their lives. plimpy41 had a fast click speed giving him an unfair advantage. None the less, the swarm battles for the right of winning for the Swarm!

Though, after many games, we faced a challenge. A player, who shall remain unnamed, played too much hive, and thought we were breaking the non existent Teaming Rule. He threatened us, but like none other. He was going to recordig us. that's right recordig. To this day we are not sure what that means. Check out our fears: http://imgur.com/PzgA7dZ. That game, Brandon and I were the only two to survive, yet we managed to represent the swarm, and win the game. Obviously Brandon rekt me, that's not the point though.

Slowly, the swarm ebbed away to their normal daily routines. The last of us finally logged of the Counterstrike TeamSpeak, giving the rest of the community a chance to win a game.

The swarm is not gone; the swarm is love, the swarm is life.

We do not forgive, we do not forget.

Fear us.

#Swarm2014

#recordig

Here is a video of the events for your entertainment.

I REMEMBER THIS GAME! i died cuz i haz no leafy skin :c

 

[KorStonesword]

Writing mine as we speak. It's sort of a short history of MCSG, as seen through my eyes. Expect it to be pretty long. I don't mind if it ends up getting disqualified, since it's turning out to be really fun to write.