The CTM genre is a genre of survival maps in which you must find and complete a monument, usually with wool, which provides a custom challenge more than normal Minecraft provides. Everyone knows what the Hunger Games is. So, this is a clash between the two. Let's get into the first chapter.
Chapter One
“And as your supreme overlord, Vechs, I will vex you all in this year’s annual CTM Games! The final tribute to my manly manliness is…” Vechs says whilst putting his hands into a fish bowl made of stained glass. The expensive kind, not fish bodily fluids. “Chance Guy… hmm. Come on down, dude.”
I stand up from my chair and walk up to the stage. “Any last words? Hahahahahaha!” says Vechs as I arrive.
“None at all,” I say, acting brave though I’m scared. It’s kind of true. All of my family hates me though I provide most of what we have these days, you know, food, water, shelter.
“I’ll be glad to see all of my wonderful tributes dead in a few weeks. You’ve got three days in the Black Desert to prepare. I’ll see all 24 of you live, on TV, probably dying,” Vechs says, addressing all of us. He whispers to his stage masters something. Then, the annual Chipmunk Vechs Dootstep CTM Games theme plays, and we’re all transported via a precious resource called a command block to a place called the Outer Inferno.
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Our three weeks ended. Almost instantly we’re transported via command block to the arena whilst the Dootstep plays for 60 seconds. Glancing at the middle platform, chests with sand on top of them with signs labeling them are provided. Vechs says over the intercom to check our backpacks. I do so, and find a Level 3 Zistonian Battlesign in there. The knockback is great, so is the fire aspect and sharpness two. I’ll make use of that.
The sixty seconds is up. The Zistonian Battlecry plays, “Ahhhh ree dah dah dee dee deeh dahhhhhh!” I sprint for the closest chest. “Dawnbringer, Paladin’s Blade and Stone Tools.” I break open the chest and take the contents. No food. All the sudden, I see someone coming for me. I throw the stone sword as the Dawnbringer is better. It stabs him in the throat like a spear, splitting the jugular. He lets out a final cry sound and falls.
“Tribute Dominic Nobleman has fallen,” the arena says in a robotic voice. I see my starting point, which has a button behind it that teleports you to the monument. My monument, nobody else’s’ however, because we all have different ones. People begin to swarm me and I use my knockback sign to hit them. The first guy is thrown about seven feet, then, as he hits the ground he bursts into flames. I decide to take what I have and run now, rather than later, so I can survive for a while.
The others finally begin to realize the power of the battlesign. Of course, as in every CTM game, teams are formed, broken, and people die in the first few minutes. And in the first few minutes, traps are set and set off, as in the fire trap around the corner of the ruined office building. I set it off but kill others rather than myself, as I knew it was there.
”The arena would like to remind you that there is only one chest of wool for everyone to share. Get there first.”
And I see a wool dungeon. Nobody has really gotten this far, so I sprint. In less than five seconds a guy jumps out of the bushes swinging a machete. My Dawnbringer meets his face, and he collapses.
Time passes. The dungeon was fake. It’s now about midnight. A group of two, brothers, it looks, walk up to me. The come from behind me and spring my trap, killing the younger one. He yelps in pain as he slowly dies, thrown into my fire.
“No! No! No! Why? Why, Vechs, why? You! We were going to team with you! But you killed him! You killed him! And I’m gonna kill you now!” the older brother yells at me. He looks stronger, so I punch him in the face and again, sprint off. Now, I’m getting hungry. I left my food cooking at the fire, which the younger, chubbier, brother fell on and extinguished. I’ve got to last through the first night at least, then I can complete my monument.
Chapter Two
Finally seeing my largest mistake, I begin to run even faster. I killed a man who had armor, and left him to burn, while leaving his brother to chase me. This isn’t good at all. I need to hurry and gear up, maybe defeat another tribute. I end up springing another trap whilst not paying attention. I barely dodge the arrow from the crossbow, but I don’t panic. I take the crossbow, because it will give me an advantage.
It has a long, clear, glass scope on it. I should be able to snipe someone from at least half a mile away. I finally find a stream, and fill my cylinder bottle with water. Upon taking a drink, someone comes up behind me with a stone knife. I quickly screw on the cap and 360 on him. I take out my battlesign and knock him down, cutting his abdomen area, and setting him on fire. “I have to leave you; your screaming will attract the others, and worse, the zombies!” I yell, running away. Sadly for the person, he knew to stop, drop, and roll. A pack of wild zombies, something I could use some time, gets to him before he can scramble to his feet. As I make a quick look back, I see the first bite, ripping his Achilles Tendon out.
He didn’t have any armor except for the clothes on his back. Anyways, I can’t think about him right now. He’s probably already infected. He’s probably going to come after me. I decide, finally, to go after the fleecy box nearest to me according to the map. It’s about half a mile away, but I can make it there unharmed.
As I break into the prison like area, a swarm of crawling landfish starts biting at my feet. I see the box though, so I just light the wooden floor on fire and run.
I punch through so much glass, my hand begins to ache. I let out grunts as finally, I break in. I take all of the wool in the chest, as there’s only one. If I get killed, it will go on to the person who did so. If I am burned, the chest will be restocked. I get out of the prison area and run to my monument teleportation device. It takes me there, and I place the White Wool.
Upon leaving, I find that someone is camping out at the supply area. They have glorious golden armor, so I take the chance. I swing my stone axe and make contact with the person’s skull, as he was sleeping at the time. I can tell he’s dead; the axe is heavier than a sledgehammer. I loot him nearly completely and steal the cooked food.
I begin to feel guilty about the lives claimed. My thoughts race back and forth, finally bringing me to the conclusion that I can’t win and go home without killing someone. That would be a cheap victory yet impossible.
It begins to snow. I’m feeling cold, the armor isn’t helping. What I’d give for Flame Venom Scale clothing, damn. I’m about to pass out when I see the fire in the distance. I crawl toward it, seeing it’s unoccupied. I sleep for the night in a little igloo.
Chapter 3
The morning arrives. I’m feeling very reinvigorated, I think I’m ready to crack at the orange wool, if of course I can find it. Last night, the arena broadcasted a message about teams, educating the solos on who is teamed and who isn’t, and actually showing members of each team.
There have been few deaths, though this is only day two, everything last night was in a segment of about three hours.
Dead zombies lie everywhere, but it’s too many just to have been natural deaths after years of infection. Some bodies are fresh, while some are old. I even see a little girl, still wearing a worn out, brownish-red teddy bear shirt. It must be terrible to be infected, or to suffer the pain of dying. These zombies feel pain; they’re intelligent enough to have some level of brain function. They don’t speak, but they can think, quickly act, and again, feel pain. They don’t pump blood; they get their life forces from the air, basically, sucking in pollen and other things that would cause normal humans like us to go into a sneezing or coughing fit.
As I exit the igloo near the starter loot area, that’s what I’ll call it, I have my crossbow scope to my eye. I’m ready to make the first kill of the day, and take the loot from it. Speaking of loot, the beautiful, smooth wooden chests are not all looted, though it’s a dangerous task to do so. You could be killed just getting into one.
I see an arrow fly by me, nearly hitting my foot. I can see where it came from, and I take the shot. It’s fatal, I can tell without looking. I don’t want to look. It’s probably another case of the classic in-the-jugular shot that leaves tons of tributes dying in the games every year. It always happens with the person using the crossbow.
I ponder picking up the arrow, but I then realize that it’s not the right size or fit. It’s a bow arrow, meaning I have the only crossbow this year. It seems to go on an alternating cycle, one year with more than one crossbow and a few bows, one year with one crossbow and an amazingly large amount of regular arrows.
The sky has cleared up since last night. It’s a white sky, but not an imminent storm type of sky. It’s sort of the rain-cloud or peaceful sky. Though, these games are anything but peaceful.
The arena broadcasts the message. “Tribute Joe Oakwood has fallen in battle.”
A new twist has come to the games this year. A video shows me, obviously pointing out my area, killing the Joe guy. I pack up what I need and run for my life, knowing that there will be people here in minutes. We were supplied with the information that the arena is only three square miles. Most of us are scattered someplace around mid, as our teleportation devices are there.
The arena broadcasts monument updates. Highest progression goes first, in normal CTM Games fashion. I expect someone to be at the red wool already, but no. We’re all either bad, or too good for each other. I’m first. It shows my white wool, all of it, at my monument. That means no one, no one has gotten any wool placed. This could potentially become a shutout.
I doubt it will, though. I have this feeling in my stomach, no, in my chest, sort of a light feeling that I’m going to die. I don’t love any of my family. I have nothing to come back to. I don’t care at all. They’re going to die in the time I’m away, anyways. But what I don’t know, is that’s all wrong.
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The CTM genre is a genre of survival maps in which you must find and complete a monument, usually with wool, which provides a custom challenge more than normal Minecraft provides. Everyone knows what the Hunger Games is. So, this is a clash between the two. Let's get into the first chapter.
I stand up from my chair and walk up to the stage. “Any last words? Hahahahahaha!” says Vechs as I arrive.
“None at all,” I say, acting brave though I’m scared. It’s kind of true. All of my family hates me though I provide most of what we have these days, you know, food, water, shelter.
“I’ll be glad to see all of my wonderful tributes dead in a few weeks. You’ve got three days in the Black Desert to prepare. I’ll see all 24 of you live, on TV, probably dying,” Vechs says, addressing all of us. He whispers to his stage masters something. Then, the annual Chipmunk Vechs Dootstep CTM Games theme plays, and we’re all transported via a precious resource called a command block to a place called the Outer Inferno.
The sixty seconds is up. The Zistonian Battlecry plays, “Ahhhh ree dah dah dee dee deeh dahhhhhh!” I sprint for the closest chest. “Dawnbringer, Paladin’s Blade and Stone Tools.” I break open the chest and take the contents. No food. All the sudden, I see someone coming for me. I throw the stone sword as the Dawnbringer is better. It stabs him in the throat like a spear, splitting the jugular. He lets out a final cry sound and falls.
“Tribute Dominic Nobleman has fallen,” the arena says in a robotic voice. I see my starting point, which has a button behind it that teleports you to the monument. My monument, nobody else’s’ however, because we all have different ones. People begin to swarm me and I use my knockback sign to hit them. The first guy is thrown about seven feet, then, as he hits the ground he bursts into flames. I decide to take what I have and run now, rather than later, so I can survive for a while.
The others finally begin to realize the power of the battlesign. Of course, as in every CTM game, teams are formed, broken, and people die in the first few minutes. And in the first few minutes, traps are set and set off, as in the fire trap around the corner of the ruined office building. I set it off but kill others rather than myself, as I knew it was there.
”The arena would like to remind you that there is only one chest of wool for everyone to share. Get there first.”
And I see a wool dungeon. Nobody has really gotten this far, so I sprint. In less than five seconds a guy jumps out of the bushes swinging a machete. My Dawnbringer meets his face, and he collapses.
Time passes. The dungeon was fake. It’s now about midnight. A group of two, brothers, it looks, walk up to me. The come from behind me and spring my trap, killing the younger one. He yelps in pain as he slowly dies, thrown into my fire.
“No! No! No! Why? Why, Vechs, why? You! We were going to team with you! But you killed him! You killed him! And I’m gonna kill you now!” the older brother yells at me. He looks stronger, so I punch him in the face and again, sprint off. Now, I’m getting hungry. I left my food cooking at the fire, which the younger, chubbier, brother fell on and extinguished. I’ve got to last through the first night at least, then I can complete my monument.
It has a long, clear, glass scope on it. I should be able to snipe someone from at least half a mile away. I finally find a stream, and fill my cylinder bottle with water. Upon taking a drink, someone comes up behind me with a stone knife. I quickly screw on the cap and 360 on him. I take out my battlesign and knock him down, cutting his abdomen area, and setting him on fire. “I have to leave you; your screaming will attract the others, and worse, the zombies!” I yell, running away. Sadly for the person, he knew to stop, drop, and roll. A pack of wild zombies, something I could use some time, gets to him before he can scramble to his feet. As I make a quick look back, I see the first bite, ripping his Achilles Tendon out.
He didn’t have any armor except for the clothes on his back. Anyways, I can’t think about him right now. He’s probably already infected. He’s probably going to come after me. I decide, finally, to go after the fleecy box nearest to me according to the map. It’s about half a mile away, but I can make it there unharmed.
As I break into the prison like area, a swarm of crawling landfish starts biting at my feet. I see the box though, so I just light the wooden floor on fire and run.
I punch through so much glass, my hand begins to ache. I let out grunts as finally, I break in. I take all of the wool in the chest, as there’s only one. If I get killed, it will go on to the person who did so. If I am burned, the chest will be restocked. I get out of the prison area and run to my monument teleportation device. It takes me there, and I place the White Wool.
Upon leaving, I find that someone is camping out at the supply area. They have glorious golden armor, so I take the chance. I swing my stone axe and make contact with the person’s skull, as he was sleeping at the time. I can tell he’s dead; the axe is heavier than a sledgehammer. I loot him nearly completely and steal the cooked food.
I begin to feel guilty about the lives claimed. My thoughts race back and forth, finally bringing me to the conclusion that I can’t win and go home without killing someone. That would be a cheap victory yet impossible.
It begins to snow. I’m feeling cold, the armor isn’t helping. What I’d give for Flame Venom Scale clothing, damn. I’m about to pass out when I see the fire in the distance. I crawl toward it, seeing it’s unoccupied. I sleep for the night in a little igloo.
There have been few deaths, though this is only day two, everything last night was in a segment of about three hours.
Dead zombies lie everywhere, but it’s too many just to have been natural deaths after years of infection. Some bodies are fresh, while some are old. I even see a little girl, still wearing a worn out, brownish-red teddy bear shirt. It must be terrible to be infected, or to suffer the pain of dying. These zombies feel pain; they’re intelligent enough to have some level of brain function. They don’t speak, but they can think, quickly act, and again, feel pain. They don’t pump blood; they get their life forces from the air, basically, sucking in pollen and other things that would cause normal humans like us to go into a sneezing or coughing fit.
As I exit the igloo near the starter loot area, that’s what I’ll call it, I have my crossbow scope to my eye. I’m ready to make the first kill of the day, and take the loot from it. Speaking of loot, the beautiful, smooth wooden chests are not all looted, though it’s a dangerous task to do so. You could be killed just getting into one.
I see an arrow fly by me, nearly hitting my foot. I can see where it came from, and I take the shot. It’s fatal, I can tell without looking. I don’t want to look. It’s probably another case of the classic in-the-jugular shot that leaves tons of tributes dying in the games every year. It always happens with the person using the crossbow.
I ponder picking up the arrow, but I then realize that it’s not the right size or fit. It’s a bow arrow, meaning I have the only crossbow this year. It seems to go on an alternating cycle, one year with more than one crossbow and a few bows, one year with one crossbow and an amazingly large amount of regular arrows.
The sky has cleared up since last night. It’s a white sky, but not an imminent storm type of sky. It’s sort of the rain-cloud or peaceful sky. Though, these games are anything but peaceful.
The arena broadcasts the message. “Tribute Joe Oakwood has fallen in battle.”
A new twist has come to the games this year. A video shows me, obviously pointing out my area, killing the Joe guy. I pack up what I need and run for my life, knowing that there will be people here in minutes. We were supplied with the information that the arena is only three square miles. Most of us are scattered someplace around mid, as our teleportation devices are there.
The arena broadcasts monument updates. Highest progression goes first, in normal CTM Games fashion. I expect someone to be at the red wool already, but no. We’re all either bad, or too good for each other. I’m first. It shows my white wool, all of it, at my monument. That means no one, no one has gotten any wool placed. This could potentially become a shutout.
I doubt it will, though. I have this feeling in my stomach, no, in my chest, sort of a light feeling that I’m going to die. I don’t love any of my family. I have nothing to come back to. I don’t care at all. They’re going to die in the time I’m away, anyways. But what I don’t know, is that’s all wrong.