Minecraft Novel: SG502

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Last edited on 16 July 2017 - 07:05 AM by Radioactivebeans

Chapter 1: "Where it all began"

It was around 11PM, I decided to launch Minecraft and log on to eu.badlion.net. I thought there would be less lethal player at this time of the day. I held a golden clock in my hands, it pleaded not to be clicked on again by another ruthless player. If only I knew what this clock was going to give rise to…
I clicked on it with passion and clicked on the rod, that magnificent rod over again. A myriad of lobbies appeared before my eyes. I clicked one last time on a green colored lobby, a lobby called "SG502" a lobby that would change my life completely perhaps. I voted for the map I was the most familiar with "Par 72" and it did indeed win the voting. Every player spawned on a pedestal that was equally close to cornucopia or corn as some people would call it. I looked around examining my opponents. Almost everyone was carrying a smile, but I knew in those eyes lied fear. People were trying to find a tactic, a strategy that would give them the edge in this ferocious game of SG. The countdown was going down, seconds felt like years. My heart was throbbing, my legs were shaking and sweat was starting to come out of my hands. 3… 2… 1…

Chapter 2: "Doing what I have to do"

I sprinted with full power like I have never before towards corn. As I got close to the chest I whispered to myself "You practiced for this". I opened the chest as fast as I could with a player, an opponent, an enemy next to me. I could not believe my eyes. I saw a Stone Sword, in the right hands at the right time a killing machine, a weapon that could turn a simple man into a murderer. It was surrounded by a Golden Apple a Chain Helmet and Iron Boots. I hovered over the Stone Sword and put it in my inventory. While closing the chest I had a slight sense of uncertainty thinking if I should have picked the Golden Apple instead but deep inside I knew I made the right choice it was the most advantageous item you could possess at this stage of the game. I had the power to claim the souls of poor players by me. I started swinging. I swung and swung at the helpless player who had no idea what was happening. I swung once, twice, three times, four times; I swung until I saw every pixel of his body disappear. I enjoyed this at this first then I realized what I had become, a brutal killer. There was no room for mercy in this game. I looted the armor that had dropped of him. I was wearing the dead mans clothes. I ran away to my route quickly with the shame of my actions. I opened some "Tier 1's" on the way. I got a rod and a bow, the salt and pepper of PvP. I quickly went through "Tier 2's" improving my armor and chances of me winning this game. I climbed on top of a building that had a "Double Tier 2" which I assumed would be the last chest I need before I went into battle. As I expected it had everything I needed to maximize my set. With the pride of acquiring the stuff I was in need of I took a look at the horizon but deep down I knew I had to do despicable things to survive.

Chapter 3: "Oh no!"

There were 9 players remaining. I knew I couldn't go very far with a stone sword. I had to find ingots to make superior swords. Luckily I already had obtained an Iron ingot. I opened chest after chest and finally I found another Iron ingot. I wanted to run towards the nearest crafting table possible which was at corn. Before I entered corn I saw something, someone… A turk in his natural habitat with other turks. There were 5 of them. I knew how rare it was to come across a pride of turks this big. Sneaking around the corner I observed them. They were throwing items, punching each other, jumping and sneaking. A player tried what I had in mind, he charged through the crowd and essayed crafting. The turks all together decapitated the piteous player, he had a Danteh skin (some may say he deserved it) These weren't players, they were hooligans. Suddenly one of them started swinging towards me, I had been spotted. I knew I had messed up. They were approaching me. I thought of the documentaries I watched as a kid: "The best way to defend yourself from a group of turks is to pretend you are one of them". That was my only hope. Wishing they would accept me I wrote "Kebab" in chat. The one closest to me paused for a bit with the rest of team. They started arguing if I was one of them. They weren't very convinced. They messaged me in their own language "Turk musun?". I thought he asked me what the secret code was. I wasn't sure what to say I just responded with "Kebab team?". I must have said something wrong because they started rushing me like the barbarians they are. Now thinking back on it I should have said "IsmetRG is Allah" as he is the best PvP'er, lord and savior. He is one of the most influential players in this game with his 360's using his skill that has never been seen before on this Earth. I closed my eyes and prayed, prayed someone would save me. BANG! 5 lightings appeared. I was astonished, glad and puzzled at the same time. What had happened? I had a small flash back. I remembered the Badlion rules: "The maximum amount of players you can have in a team is 2". They all had gotten banned. For once the Badlion gods were with me or were they?

*WARNING THIS MAY BE TOO INTENSE FOR SOME READERS*

Chapter 4: "Unless…"

3 players left. Deathmatch will start in 60 seconds. I grabbed the loot that was on the floor. I got everything I needed: 3 Golden Apples, a Diamond Sword and a stack of arrows. I organized my inventory and only put the highest classed foods in my hotbar: Golden Carrots. I wasn't going to waste my time with low class food such as raw meat. Pffft! We 3 spawned in like we did in the beginning of the game. I had this game in the bag. What could possibly be a threat to me? Both players were too far away from me for me to read their names but one of the players had a very distinct green Yoshi skin with the letter "K" somewhere in his IGN. I decided to fight the other guy. From a distance I thought his name was "CurtCo". I had a little chuckle, he was no match for me. As I got closer I realized he was the player I feared the most, I was about to have the scariest experience of my life. This was no "Curt" this was something else. Some say that he has the longest arms in the world, some say that he single handedly beat Ominous in a 1v8, the one thing we know for sure is that he got Masters in less than a week. How was I going to pull through this? What kind of strategy would work on this beast? Me and Yoshi stared at each other for a while. He had good stuff, very good stuff. "He probably X-rayed to it" I thought to myself. After 10 seconds of staring he winked at me and started fighting the beast. I was baffled by this man and his courage (very attractive) but I still couldn't see his name. He seemed like a good player but was he strong enough to defeat the beast? He traded hits with the beast for a bit but then got demolished, it was as if his broken office mouse spazzed out. He had sacrificed himself for me, I had to honor this man. I went in for the clean up. The beast saw I was coming and started hitting me with his powerful arms and knocked me away. I was at the lowest possible health… Half a heart. At an unexpected moment I turned around with great distancing and rod comboed him to the next dimension. The beast was shocked. He had been defeated, he had gotten the "Shake N' Bake". I saw the fireworks in the sky. I had won. The nice player I am I typed "L" in chat to confirm my win and feel even better about myself. The game was over.

I wasn't a mineboy anymore…
I was a mineman.

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Posted on 15 July 2017 - 06:04 PM

This is beautiful i cried

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Posted on 15 July 2017 - 06:04 PM

I don't think many people will read the whole thing cause it is kind of long, this took a while for me to write so would appreciate opinions on it

Thanks to @HypaNinjaTree for inspiring me

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