So, this is based off of the popular series The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, only set in Minecraft. Instead of fighting, you mine and explore. Hower, there are other people, and there's still a fighting aspect. People will fight and kill each other. Of course, people can respawn, so the risk isn't as high, but this can drive some people insane. This is set from the point of view of the girl from District 1. P.S. It is not square.
Chapter 1
Reaping day. This was it. I was both excited and scared. Excited because I was a survivalist, and I felt that I could win. Scared because if I participated, I might go insane from it all. That happened to a good amount of tributes. But I knew in my heart, if I wasn't picked, I was going to run up on that stage and volunteer, no matter what the risk.
"Hey, lazybones. Wake up!" My sixteen year old sister, Piper, walked into my room. "It's reaping day, and sure as heck you don't want to miss my moment."
"YOUR moment? Please. Like I'm not going to volunteer." I scoffed.
"Girl, you can mine, but you can't do much with a sword except kill animals. And you need to be good at PvP to win."
Piper had never seen me with a bow. And she hadn't seen me in combat practice since I was ten. And I was fourteen now. I was much better at combat than I'd been before. Besides, she had two more years. Two more years to volunteer. "I don't care what you think; I will get into the Games and I will make all of District 1 proud."
"We'll see." She smirked.
I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, hungry. Fear was creating all sorts of imaginary scenarios of what could happen, but I pushed them to the back of my mind. Mom was sitting at the table, a big smile on her face. "I just know your sister will get into the Games this year!"
"Her? What about me?"
"Don't be silly, you can't swing a sword without stabbing yourself!" Mom's words stung. They'd been true four years ago, but not now. Now I was a skilled fighter, and if she ever saw me using a bow, she'd think diifferently of me.
I grabbed a slice of bread from the fridge, not that hungry anymore. Instead, I headed for the living room, where my dad was. Dad would support me. Through all those years, he'd coached me through combat. He would have taught me with a bow, but after a few lessons it was clear I didn't need lessons.
"Good morning, Alyssa! Are you excited for reaping day?" Dad asked.
I sat on the couch beside him. "Excited and scared. We'e both seen what happens to some of the participants."
"Yes. But if you get in, I know that you'll be able to show every person in every other district what you're made of, and you. Will. Win."
"There's always the plan to charm all the boys with my dazzling good looks. Oh wait, no, that plan was formulated for if I HAD any good looks." I joked.
Okay, telling you about the time I spent at home is getting boring.
TIME SKIP
The four of us stood in the crowd, looking up at the stage. Effie Trinket stood there. "Welcome to the 54th Annual Survival Games!" She said a bunch of stuff that I tuned out of. Then it was time. "As always, ladies first!" She reached into the bowl, and I almost fainted when I heard the results. It wasn't Piper. It wasn't my best friend, Kara.
"Alyssa Jenson."
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-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
A wild chapter teaser appears! Sorry for double posting, but I must have, like, quadruple-posted in UHshe and nobody batted an eye.
I was still for a moment. Alyssa Jenson! That was ME! I'd been picked! I ran for the stage, but I saw Piper going towards it as well. I ran to her and grabbed her hand. "NO!" I yelled. "You will NOT volunteer for me. This is MY year. Not yours. You can volunteer next year. This year, let me go. Okay?" And with that, I headed to the stage, leaving Piper still and speechless.
"What was that we had there? Some sibling rivalry?" Effie asked me.
"My sister tried to volunteer for me. And not to save me from possible insanity, but because she wanted to go instead of me." I gritted my teeth.
"Well, on to the boys!" Effie pulled out a piece of paper and read it. Oh no. Not him!
"Gary Miller."
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-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
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So, this is based off of the popular series The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, only set in Minecraft. Instead of fighting, you mine and explore. Hower, there are other people, and there's still a fighting aspect. People will fight and kill each other. Of course, people can respawn, so the risk isn't as high, but this can drive some people insane. This is set from the point of view of the girl from District 1. P.S. It is not square.
Chapter 1
Reaping day. This was it. I was both excited and scared. Excited because I was a survivalist, and I felt that I could win. Scared because if I participated, I might go insane from it all. That happened to a good amount of tributes. But I knew in my heart, if I wasn't picked, I was going to run up on that stage and volunteer, no matter what the risk.
"Hey, lazybones. Wake up!" My sixteen year old sister, Piper, walked into my room. "It's reaping day, and sure as heck you don't want to miss my moment."
"YOUR moment? Please. Like I'm not going to volunteer." I scoffed.
"Girl, you can mine, but you can't do much with a sword except kill animals. And you need to be good at PvP to win."
Piper had never seen me with a bow. And she hadn't seen me in combat practice since I was ten. And I was fourteen now. I was much better at combat than I'd been before. Besides, she had two more years. Two more years to volunteer. "I don't care what you think; I will get into the Games and I will make all of District 1 proud."
"We'll see." She smirked.
I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, hungry. Fear was creating all sorts of imaginary scenarios of what could happen, but I pushed them to the back of my mind. Mom was sitting at the table, a big smile on her face. "I just know your sister will get into the Games this year!"
"Her? What about me?"
"Don't be silly, you can't swing a sword without stabbing yourself!" Mom's words stung. They'd been true four years ago, but not now. Now I was a skilled fighter, and if she ever saw me using a bow, she'd think diifferently of me.
I grabbed a slice of bread from the fridge, not that hungry anymore. Instead, I headed for the living room, where my dad was. Dad would support me. Through all those years, he'd coached me through combat. He would have taught me with a bow, but after a few lessons it was clear I didn't need lessons.
"Good morning, Alyssa! Are you excited for reaping day?" Dad asked.
I sat on the couch beside him. "Excited and scared. We'e both seen what happens to some of the participants."
"Yes. But if you get in, I know that you'll be able to show every person in every other district what you're made of, and you. Will. Win."
"There's always the plan to charm all the boys with my dazzling good looks. Oh wait, no, that plan was formulated for if I HAD any good looks." I joked.
Okay, telling you about the time I spent at home is getting boring.
TIME SKIP
The four of us stood in the crowd, looking up at the stage. Effie Trinket stood there. "Welcome to the 54th Annual Survival Games!" She said a bunch of stuff that I tuned out of. Then it was time. "As always, ladies first!" She reached into the bowl, and I almost fainted when I heard the results. It wasn't Piper. It wasn't my best friend, Kara.
"Alyssa Jenson."
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
A wild chapter teaser appears! Sorry for double posting, but I must have, like, quadruple-posted in UHshe and nobody batted an eye.
I was still for a moment. Alyssa Jenson! That was ME! I'd been picked! I ran for the stage, but I saw Piper going towards it as well. I ran to her and grabbed her hand. "NO!" I yelled. "You will NOT volunteer for me. This is MY year. Not yours. You can volunteer next year. This year, let me go. Okay?" And with that, I headed to the stage, leaving Piper still and speechless.
"What was that we had there? Some sibling rivalry?" Effie asked me.
"My sister tried to volunteer for me. And not to save me from possible insanity, but because she wanted to go instead of me." I gritted my teeth.
"Well, on to the boys!" Effie pulled out a piece of paper and read it. Oh no. Not him!
"Gary Miller."
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.