A Forums Contest

[Qwackey]

Down to the last four players, I stood there looking over the horizon of Breeze Island.
Decked in the finest iron along with my trusty diamond sword, I think I could finally take a win home to my district.
Out of no where a wild team of Huahwi skins appear.

"Oh god"

They advance to me; I take a deep breathe, and get ready for battle.
All of a sudden they destroy my armour, and I was so shocked I drop my sword.
I run.
They were unbeatable, they didn't miss a single hit.
I pray to Katniss, "Oh please holy mother of the bow, save me"

I look back and they are frozen in mid air.
I wasn't the one lagging. I run over and punch them until my fists bleed.
I kill them, but at the cost of cold hands.

What have I done?!
They have given me cold hands?
But h-how?
I am transported to my podium, to fight a naked bacca.
I run to him to hit him but... my hands.
They have frozen into blocks of ice.

A cannon shot.

The bacca has won.

​

 

[yugioh7789]

Omg I got the best story

It all started when I joined mcsg,My first game.
One game on MoonBase my first map I ever played on.
I didn't know what to do so I just ran away from everyone and found like 10 tier 1's then in dmatch I was like omg I lost.There was a troll face guy that I was scared but I had like 10 fns so I just spammed it and punched him to death then I just got bow spammed into a wall then I just ran intill the game finished.Then I won because of luck I because we both had 0 killz .Best experience of my life

 

[Grada_MC]

Well done! There's some good competition. Would you like to hear my story of every faction server ever?
I spend 4 hours wandering around making a base.
I save my money and buy a raid.
I get scammed.
I get killed.
I get betrayed.
I get raided.
Rinse and Repeat.


You may want to shorten it. CAm did mention to 'write a short; entertaining; and quality story' but if it's good enough to keep the reader engaged, you should be fine.

I'm sorry I always had trust issues on factions, hence why I always took so many precautions and what not. Hopefully things look up a bit if you are still playing factions elsewhere

 

[KorStonesword]

I'm sorry I always had trust issues on factions, hence why I always took so many precautions and what not. Hopefully things look up a bit if you are still playing factions elsewhere

I play it once in a while with my friends, but I'm too lazy/bad to properly protect the base so we end up getting raided eventually. Also there are so many pay to win faction servers out there it's annoying.

 

[GG1Heart]

I remember this one time it was me and my friend KevinKraft_02 vs a team of 5 we were full leather and they were full gold, iron and chain it was the hardest fight i've proberly ever done anyway we died BUT we did kill that team of 5 then another guy cleaned us up that's the worst but Best MCSG memory I've got

 

[ItzDinoPvP]

HERE I GO ARE YOU READY
I was playing on the AU MCGamer playing survival games. I was playing on survival games Highway and the game had just began i skipped spawn to get my favorite route,the barn. I made my way over grabbing each tier one for protection.I grabbed the tier 2 in the cave and ran out.I saw a name tag above at the crafting table he was shifting so i suspected he was low. I hit him with my rod off the beam I placed down my FnS and he hit the ground on it.I turned around and rodded him and he died and i was like OMFG fishing rods do damage now(I was only joking).anyway I killed him and I ran away into the forest and i was at a giant tower with a ladder and i walked over to it and FnSed the back of the ladder witch broke it.The guy fell down to his death I grabbed his stuff and ran. I was hiding on top of a truck F5ing over spawn and a guy ran up behind me and hit me off I was on a half heart.He jumped down and he was in mid air I landed 3 hits then FnSing the ground he fell in i ran now on 2 hearts I ran back and got a crit hit him and killed him I picked up the stuff and ran.It was coming to death match an I was casing a person down and killed him now it was a 1v1.... 3...2....1 the death match had began i was watching the other person run at me i pulled out my last FnS and lit him up and rodded him back then running getting a couple of crit hits i ran away and pulled out my bow then jumping in the air i 360ed him and i won the match

IGN:ItzDinoPvP

I would love to win this it would encourage me to play a lot more on mcsg

 

[ItzDinoPvP]

Ladies 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.

Yeah, I tend to do that. My parents made me read older literature, and they seemed to use a ton of commas, and eventually I picked it up.

Edit: also, my writing style is speech. If you listen to someone giving a speech or sermon, often times you'll hear them pause in a lot of places for emphasis. I take this heavily into account, and whenever I write anything, I always imagine myself saying it out loud and see what would give the most emphasis and effect.

to be honest im screwed

 

[Mooclan]

to be honest im screwed

Don't think like that! You still have a shot - Any and all story submissions have a chance of winning, and yours is no exception. Mine might not even qualify because they might count it as fictional, and also it might be too long. Sad for me, but possibly true.

 

[Nitro]

I was running through the open desert of TSG2, surrounded by high amounts of other tributes thirsty for blood.
I somehow managed to weave and dodge all of them-- except for a persistent team of two.
I was frightened, as they were well equipped, and had double my manpower.
I then realized, if I could find another tribute willing to fight, the team would forget about me and chase after them instead.
I attempted to do that, but it was no use- everyone else had disappeared from the cornucopia.
So, I searched for an escape route, and found the train; if I could get on quickly, I would have the height advantage, and could prevent them from climbing aboard with me.
I was approaching the ladders leading up to the train, I would have to make a choice.
I decide it would be smartest to make the most out of my current opportunity, and I begin climbing the ladders of the train- however, it was not so smart after all, because the team of two catch up to me in no time at all, and swing at me with their glimmering iron swords, knocking me off the ladders, and forcing me to keep running away from them.

After three minutes of constant running, I notice that the sky is getting darker, meaning that chests will be restocked soon.
One of the team members seems to notice this too, because they begin to run towards the cornucopia, leaving his teammate alone with me.
As soon as I saw him run off into the distance, I knew it was my time to strike; I sprinted towards his teammate, catching him off guard, obliterating him. The other teammate heard the cannon fire, and chased back after me, looking for revenge.
We engage in a battle, with tides turning every five seconds.
After what felt like an hour of fighting, the game has been narrowed down to four lucky tributes, meaning that if one more tribute dies, deathmatch will commence. Because of this worrying thought, I decided to flee from my opponent, losing him after a while.
The chest refill happened a while ago, making me wonder why no-one had looted cornucopia yet.
I was about to loot it myself, when I saw another team of two heading towards it.
They were not very well equipped, and I believed I could eliminate them from the games before they loot cornucopia.
I tried to catch them off guard, just like what I had done to the team member earlier, however, when I got close to them, they turned around, and began attacking me with their stone swords.
Their swords may have been weak, but they were swinging at me rapidly, scaring me off into the distance.
While I was out looking for valuables, I ran into my old foe, who showed no mercy and attempted to kill me yet again.
I knew that if I wanted any chance of winning, I would have to get him to fight the team, leaving an even battlefield that I could win on.
As he chased after me, I got closer to the cornucopia, praying that the team would see him and attack him.
My wish was granted and my enemy fought the team, managing to kill one of them. The second member of the team decided to hunt me down, leaving my original enemy in the clear.
I turned around expecting to hit the team member, but instead, he was fighting my original enemy, who easily kills the team member.

It's just me and him now, the one person who has escaped my wrath for the entire game, must die NOW.
I sprint towards him with fury, pounding him to the ground with my sword, killing him, showing as much mercy as he showed me- none.

 

[Grayfox]

Whoosh! I was whisked away to the deathmatch arena of Valleyside University. I was nervous, yet my hands were shaking with excitement. It was a 2V1. A full iron person with diamond sword (who I shall name Bob), and a person with a mixture of different kinds armor with a stone sword(who I shall name Rob), against me, a full iron person with a stone sword. Those ten seconds before we fought were the longest ten seconds I have ever waited. I was prepared to kill. When the 10 seconds were over, my fingers were alert and fully positioned to attack. I quickly pulled out my flint and steel and managed to set Rob on fire. While Rob headed for water, I fought Bob. My head was thinking “strafe left, right, and KILL!!!!”. I killed Bob, but I only had 4 hearts remaining. Determined to win and with a diamond sword in hand, I set out to kill Rob. Strafing left and right, I managed to kill him unscathed. I had won the Hunger Games for the first time!

 

[arsenal]

First Diamond sword + Showering during a game!
Two diamonds! Hands are shaking. I race for corn.
"You need to take a shower, we are going out to celebrate grandma's birthday in 20 minutes, and you need to be clean."
Apparently, my mom thinks I am dirty.
"Mom, I will do it in a minute!" Heading down the snow filled tunnel, I cautiously approach corn, looking for any nametags. It looks safe. I peer up as I come to the end of the tunnel. It still seems safe enough, so I swim out to the crafting bench. My heart is pounding, if I can craft this diamond sword I might actually be able to win! I, arsenalfcgunners, have just crafted my first ever diamond sword.
"You need to take a shower! Now!"
"Mom, I need to finish this game!"
"Just quit, it's just a game"
"Mom you don't understand, I just made my first diamond sword! I will shower in a minute!"
I start heading back out the tunnel, meticulously carved through the snow. Refill is in five minutes, so I still have some time. Spacebar, Spacebar, mouse to the right, mouse to the left, I am navigating myself back to the surface when...
"If you don't come shower now, I will take away your computer. We are leaving soon."
"Mom, just let me finish the game!"
"NO, NOW!"
Thinking quickly I know that I am in deep trouble. I am stuck in the tunnel leading into corn with refill in five minutes. I have five minutes to shower and get back or I will almost certainly be dead. But still, there is still a risk someone comes in before that. Well, if I could at least shift it would increase my chances of survival. I scan the desk for any small object that I could use as a weight to press down my shift key. I try my small stapler, but it is just a little too thick. Frantically, I place my GoPro on the shift key. It falls over. I try again to balance it, the key is pressed down. I race to my dresser, grab some "nice" cloths for the dinner. Jump in the shower, get my hair wet so it looks like I did something. Skip the soap, (who needs soap) skip the shampoo, (who needs shampoo) and skip drying myself. (who needs dry cloths) When you have a diamond sword, and have a chance of winning your first game, you have your priorities. Getting clean is not one of them.

It is time to return to the Hunger Games. Crossing my fingers as I return to my computer, I notice that my hotbar is still full. I AM ALIVE. There are now three minutes until refill. That was a fast shower. I continue to shift, as I know that other will be coming to corn too. Thirty seconds pass. I see a name a little ways off from corn. He seems to be heading towards me. In fact he is coming down the same tunnel. He has full iron, stone sword. I carefully scroll through my hotbar and grab my flint and steel. As he approaches I attempt to light him on fire. Unfortunately, he happens to see it coming. WOW, this guys a serious boss. Also unfortunately, I am now on fire. He saw that coming too I think.
"What are you doing? I heard the water on for only a minute or two."
Ignoring reality, and focusing on my game I scroll back to my shiny sword. I start swinging. It's too little to late. arsenal has fallen He know has to explain to his mommy how it is possible to get clean in one minute. Unfortunately, he lost that fight too.

 

[Otto]

Just here to give you an update on my story, (That im writing in word) So far its 1,920 words long, Im at the death match part so hopefully I can keep it below 2,200!

Short storys can sometimes go up to 7,500 words so you cants say that mine is too long for a short story. <3