CrimsonRed
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A short story I wrote. I meant to finish it a month ago, but now I got back into it.
(Note: This is completely satire and not to be taken seriously in anyway. This is supposed to be a parody of Requiem of a Dream. I do not truly mean anything that I’m poking fun of in this story, and I apologize if you’re offended by anything this story conveys.)
It’s a Saturday night, you’re done your homework, all your friends made plans without you, and you have the house to yourself. Of course the obvious choice may seem to throw a party while you have the opportunity, but who would show up? The fridge is empty and there’s nothing on TV, and you have a strong distaste for reading. The obvious solution to your boredom is to start up your laptop and open up the Internet. You check your Youtube Subscriber Feed and notice a video from your favorite gaming channel, a Minecraft Hunger Games video. You decide to watch it, finding it very intriguing, especially since despite you abhor reading, you are fascinated by the Hunger Games trilogy. Then you find out that it’s part one of an entire series of videos. After finishing the series, you watch other people play on Hunger Games servers. Sooner enough, the entire night becomes devoted to watching blockmen kill other blockmen.
Sunday morning comes around, and after a quick morning routine, you boot up the laptop and watch some HG videos. That’s when it occurs to you, “Why not I play on these servers?” You find a link to one of the websites, MCSG, and after an hour of figuring out how to connect to the server, you play a game of MCSG. Entering the lobby, you chat with the other tributes in hopes of an alliance. Unfortunately, none complies, but you have confidence in yourself otherwise. The timer sets off, and everyone teleports from the lobby to the game. Your hands are now shaking, grasping your mouse with anxiety. You look from the familiar pedestal, and take a gander around you and your fellow opponents. Trees go on for miles, hiding any visible landmarks, apart from the main spectator building. You take a look at the cornucopia, a workbench surrounded by a 8 chests with a wildcard of items. After watching numerous Hunger Games videos, you decide to take it. A bold decision, but you end up with a feather or some other useless junk. Having no chest route developed yet, you run from the opposite of where you spawned, hoping to find some chests.
The game goes by, and you are defenseless, maybe finding one chest containing a stick or raw meat. Someone more experienced crosses your path and you lose the game. “No problem, not everyone won their first game,” you think, but every game follows the same recipe: corn, wander, lost, die. After some researching on the forums and some Youtube videos, you develop a chest route and do significantly better than when you first started. You may not have won the game, but you did good enough. A day ends, having a newfound love with this server.
It is now Monday, and you are excited to tell your peers about your adventures in MCSG. They are just as intrigued by the game as you are, and decide to play a game with you after school. The final bell rings, you go home, turn the laptop on, and start a Skype call. After explaining to your friends the basics of the game, you tell them to follow you. With your numbers, your and your friends win the game. Well, sort of. There can only be one winner, so you duke out a friendly battle until one claims victorious, and surprise, it’s you. Your very first win in MCSG, and you didn’t have to pity anyone or ask Youtube-posers for teams. You and your friends begin to play on the server every night for the rest of the week.
Time goes by and your friends are tired of playing the game. Sure, you can get a few wins every now and then but what’s the point? Playing this much as sucked the fun out of it. But now you, you continue to play. Your routine becomes playing a quick game, going to school, and playing MCSG for the rest of the day. Your parents take notice that your grades are dropping. As punishment, they take away your laptop, but nevertheless, you continue your obsession for MCSG. “Maybe it’s for the better you think,” but your withdrawal catches up to you and MCSG is all you can think about.
You try to appease this addiction by watching videos on your phone after everyone’s asleep. Bajan what’s-his-face, Blamph, learning new tricks, PvP styles, chest routes, etc. Every day, you continue to post on the forums and eventually become an active member. You become a beloved member of the community, everyone knows who you are. After some time, you finally feel sober and no longer addicted to MCSG. With more free time, you decide to study and once your grades rise back to a steady B-, you parents decide to give back your laptop.
You’re reluctant to what the first thing you do on the laptop is. Your parents have trusted you with freedom, what will you take of it? Browse the internet? Develop a hobby? Your eyes dart into the Minecraft logo in the corner of your desktop. You finally broke free, but now you feel the need to play the game again. You decide, what the heck, and pop open the server. After months of hiatus, your skills are a little bit rusty, but you eventually get the hang of it. Summer break comes around, you spend day and night trying to amp up your game and get higher on the leaderboards. To this moment you realized, you have relapsed.
It becomes vigorous, you refuse to go out or hang with your friends. That cute girl in your Geometry class? You rejected her to play more time for MCSG. Your entire life is spiraling out of control and you don’t even realize it.. As more and more players come, more people become more advanced. You realize that you’re losing your edge, as people are increasingly becoming more skilled than you. Frustrated by all your losses, you take a drastic measure, something that you or anyone else in the community would ever succumb to: hacking.
You download a custom-hacking client. You join a server and the games are about to begin immediately. You look around you, your innocent victims unaware of the true winner of the game, the king of MCSG. Once it starts, you immediately run towards the cornucopia as normal. You get flashbacks of your first game, how you had such poor luck, you were so naive. You snap back into reality and realize the potential of your hacking client. Players were flying everywhere, hitting the ground several blocks away. You get carried away and try to kill as many of them as you can right off the bat. Unfortunately for you, a mod was in that game, recording it, for everyone to see.
The next day, you were banned, permanently. For once, you are finally free from the shackles of the game, free from that black hole of productivity, the wasteland of procrastination. The urges to play never go away though, you contemplate whether or not to buy a new account, but in the end, decide that getting banned was for the better.
You can probably find the video online, just search up LeafyGreenTea or something.
(Note: This is completely satire and not to be taken seriously in anyway. This is supposed to be a parody of Requiem of a Dream. I do not truly mean anything that I’m poking fun of in this story, and I apologize if you’re offended by anything this story conveys.)
It’s a Saturday night, you’re done your homework, all your friends made plans without you, and you have the house to yourself. Of course the obvious choice may seem to throw a party while you have the opportunity, but who would show up? The fridge is empty and there’s nothing on TV, and you have a strong distaste for reading. The obvious solution to your boredom is to start up your laptop and open up the Internet. You check your Youtube Subscriber Feed and notice a video from your favorite gaming channel, a Minecraft Hunger Games video. You decide to watch it, finding it very intriguing, especially since despite you abhor reading, you are fascinated by the Hunger Games trilogy. Then you find out that it’s part one of an entire series of videos. After finishing the series, you watch other people play on Hunger Games servers. Sooner enough, the entire night becomes devoted to watching blockmen kill other blockmen.
Sunday morning comes around, and after a quick morning routine, you boot up the laptop and watch some HG videos. That’s when it occurs to you, “Why not I play on these servers?” You find a link to one of the websites, MCSG, and after an hour of figuring out how to connect to the server, you play a game of MCSG. Entering the lobby, you chat with the other tributes in hopes of an alliance. Unfortunately, none complies, but you have confidence in yourself otherwise. The timer sets off, and everyone teleports from the lobby to the game. Your hands are now shaking, grasping your mouse with anxiety. You look from the familiar pedestal, and take a gander around you and your fellow opponents. Trees go on for miles, hiding any visible landmarks, apart from the main spectator building. You take a look at the cornucopia, a workbench surrounded by a 8 chests with a wildcard of items. After watching numerous Hunger Games videos, you decide to take it. A bold decision, but you end up with a feather or some other useless junk. Having no chest route developed yet, you run from the opposite of where you spawned, hoping to find some chests.
The game goes by, and you are defenseless, maybe finding one chest containing a stick or raw meat. Someone more experienced crosses your path and you lose the game. “No problem, not everyone won their first game,” you think, but every game follows the same recipe: corn, wander, lost, die. After some researching on the forums and some Youtube videos, you develop a chest route and do significantly better than when you first started. You may not have won the game, but you did good enough. A day ends, having a newfound love with this server.
It is now Monday, and you are excited to tell your peers about your adventures in MCSG. They are just as intrigued by the game as you are, and decide to play a game with you after school. The final bell rings, you go home, turn the laptop on, and start a Skype call. After explaining to your friends the basics of the game, you tell them to follow you. With your numbers, your and your friends win the game. Well, sort of. There can only be one winner, so you duke out a friendly battle until one claims victorious, and surprise, it’s you. Your very first win in MCSG, and you didn’t have to pity anyone or ask Youtube-posers for teams. You and your friends begin to play on the server every night for the rest of the week.
Time goes by and your friends are tired of playing the game. Sure, you can get a few wins every now and then but what’s the point? Playing this much as sucked the fun out of it. But now you, you continue to play. Your routine becomes playing a quick game, going to school, and playing MCSG for the rest of the day. Your parents take notice that your grades are dropping. As punishment, they take away your laptop, but nevertheless, you continue your obsession for MCSG. “Maybe it’s for the better you think,” but your withdrawal catches up to you and MCSG is all you can think about.
You try to appease this addiction by watching videos on your phone after everyone’s asleep. Bajan what’s-his-face, Blamph, learning new tricks, PvP styles, chest routes, etc. Every day, you continue to post on the forums and eventually become an active member. You become a beloved member of the community, everyone knows who you are. After some time, you finally feel sober and no longer addicted to MCSG. With more free time, you decide to study and once your grades rise back to a steady B-, you parents decide to give back your laptop.
You’re reluctant to what the first thing you do on the laptop is. Your parents have trusted you with freedom, what will you take of it? Browse the internet? Develop a hobby? Your eyes dart into the Minecraft logo in the corner of your desktop. You finally broke free, but now you feel the need to play the game again. You decide, what the heck, and pop open the server. After months of hiatus, your skills are a little bit rusty, but you eventually get the hang of it. Summer break comes around, you spend day and night trying to amp up your game and get higher on the leaderboards. To this moment you realized, you have relapsed.
It becomes vigorous, you refuse to go out or hang with your friends. That cute girl in your Geometry class? You rejected her to play more time for MCSG. Your entire life is spiraling out of control and you don’t even realize it.. As more and more players come, more people become more advanced. You realize that you’re losing your edge, as people are increasingly becoming more skilled than you. Frustrated by all your losses, you take a drastic measure, something that you or anyone else in the community would ever succumb to: hacking.
You download a custom-hacking client. You join a server and the games are about to begin immediately. You look around you, your innocent victims unaware of the true winner of the game, the king of MCSG. Once it starts, you immediately run towards the cornucopia as normal. You get flashbacks of your first game, how you had such poor luck, you were so naive. You snap back into reality and realize the potential of your hacking client. Players were flying everywhere, hitting the ground several blocks away. You get carried away and try to kill as many of them as you can right off the bat. Unfortunately for you, a mod was in that game, recording it, for everyone to see.
The next day, you were banned, permanently. For once, you are finally free from the shackles of the game, free from that black hole of productivity, the wasteland of procrastination. The urges to play never go away though, you contemplate whether or not to buy a new account, but in the end, decide that getting banned was for the better.
You can probably find the video online, just search up LeafyGreenTea or something.
