HG Story

Hey! I don't know how many of you remember me, back from the days of McPvP, ages and ages ago, or even what I used to do.
But recently I've been really nostalgic about the stories and writings and ideas we would make in the HG suggestions section. (Maybe its this thought-provoking music I've been listening to all day.) So I decided that the perfect way to see who remembers and do just a little bit of that again, was that I would write another HG story. Just one, for the first five people who comment. Long ago, I tried to write one for 50 people, and it was really overwhelming, so I'm going to stay simple and relive that a little with a shorter story. I hate to leave people out, but I can't handle more than a few, even if I want to write a huge story.
The best part of writing these stories, for me, was the fact that it involved other members of the community, and their favorite kits and tactics and attitudes! So if you want to have a small story written about you in an HG game, simply post this down below, whether you are a veteran from the days of old, or a newbie who is just finding his favorite game!

 

I did kinda say only five people, and I wanna stick with that, cause I have a problem when I let go a little, would just let more and more people join....
Plus I already have a basic plot in my head, and I'm halfway through the story....
I could put you in as a cameo? You'd probably die pretty fast, but you would be mentioned...

Hey Nom! I don't have an answer for your lack of an answer.
Plus I'm confused.

 

You'll put up a fight

 

@jarboyp @Mattyz_ @Gohabsgo @Noobified @TheZombieKat @UraniumPvPer I finished!
Sorry if I got some of the kits a little bit wrong... I couldn't find the wisp description anywhere, so I just put what I remember. Plus, I've got a little liberty with how it works, since I'm writing it!
I hope you enjoy! This was fun! Its definitely one of my better ones.


AGAINST ALL ODDS


Jarboyp was ready. He could take anything. He was gonna win this Hardcore Game, no problems!
He gripped the thin string he had chosen as his kit, ready to toss it at whoever might need it. This wasn’t his first time playing as a Lifeline, of course, so he knew how to use it. And the fact that all of his friends wanted to play CTF at the moment kinda miffed him. His kit was useless without a teammate. Worse than useless, ‘cause if he lifelined someone that wanted to kill him, they’d be even harder to defeat.
No biggie, though. He would just have to find a new teammate before the game started.
But first, some practice. He looked around for a target, and focused in on it. He took up a stance, with the rope held over his head. Then he took a deep breath, took aim, aaaaand-
“You look ridiculous.”
The voice startled him, and the string fell to the ground almost a foot away from his target, an unsuspecting tree. Angrily, he turned toward the sound, ready to tell whoever it was to scram, and he gasped.
The player before him was huge. Almost a whole foot taller than him, with thick arms and a barrel chest, Jarboyp realized something. This was the perfect teammate for a kit like him! This brute was obviously very strong, but he couldn’t imagine him moving all that fast, which made his Speed II buff perfect! They could crush everything in their way!
The giant was eyeing the rope where it fell. “Not the best shot, either.”
Jarboyp waved that away. “Nah. I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out of nowhere like that.” He gathered up his line. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to want a teammate, would you?”
“Hm…” The brute squinted and eyed him over. “I wouldn’t usually team with a squirt like you, but since you are literally all support, I suppose it won’t matter how big you are.” He held out his hand to shake. “The name’s Crusher27.”
Eager to have a proper team, Jarboyp brushed off the insult and reached out to shake. “I’m Jarboyp!”
Crusher grunted his acknowledgement.
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Two minutes later, the excitement had worn off. Crusher was nothing but rude, with trash talk toward all the other players. Jarboyp was getting nervous that they might have made a bunch of enemies, so he tried to distance himself from Crusher and his insults.
Finally, the starting bell began to ring, and they leapt into action. Jarboyp punched out some wood and tossed it to Crusher, who quickly crafted a table and a pick, then set to mining. While waiting for the swords, Jarboyp took advantage of the remaining minute of invincibility and gathered a pile of mushrooms for food. This was much better than waiting around.
With ten seconds left to go, Jarboyp waited anxiously while Crusher climbed out of the hole he had dug. “Quick, hand me a sword! I think I saw a player over by the trees, and I don’t want him to catch me undefended!”
Crusher held a sword in each hand. He looked at each of them, as if wondering which one was better, then came to a decision. He leapt at Jarboyp, and swung the swords downward in a killer blow.
With a shout, Jarboyp leapt backwards, and the swords stabbed the dirt instead of him. “Hey! What’s the big idea?”
“Sorry, squirt. I’m gathering kills, and you’re number one on my list!” With a grunt, he yanked the swords out of the ground, then lumbered closer.
Scrambling backwards, Jarboyp looked around desperately for an escape route. He could simply run, of course, but he didn’t want to get chased right into the path of that other player. He was defenceless without a sword.
Crusher crouched down, then leapt forward with a roar.
He seemed to hang in the air above Jarboyp, frozen in a terrifying grimace. And then something white and fast zipped by overhead, and Crusher flew backwards with a grunt. He slammed into a tree, and Jarboyp heard a splintering crack. He watched Crusher for a moment, waiting for him to disappear… but instead, the thick-skinned player shook his head and stood up. He glared around, disoriented, and then spotted Jarboyp. He took one more, shaky step… And then the tree fell down on top of him.
He despawned that time.
Down from the sky, a player sailed, majestically drifting downward. He was covered in pure white leather armor, and he held a single feather.
Ten blocks from the ground, his armor vanished in a puff of smoke, and he tumbled to the dirt. Jarboyp laughed, and reached down to help. “Thanks, Phantom! I’m Jarboyp.”
“I’m Mattyz!” He reached up to take his hand, and Jarboyp pulled him to his feet. “Seems like I got here just in time, huh?” He grinned.
“Yeah!” Jarboyp smiled back. He seemed friendly enough, unlike Crusher. “Just wondering though, why’d you do it? Seemed kinda risky.”
Mattyz shrugged. “Well, he was distracted while totally demolishing you, and I kinda wanted to see if I could take him down. He was big, wasn’t he?”
Jarboyp nodded in agreement. “Now that I think about it, he might have been hacking or something. He certainly seemed the type to do that, and I don’t think normal players get that huge.”
With a grimace, Mattyz shrugged his shoulders. “Just hitting him wrenched my shoulder.” He gave the sore spot a poke. “It should heal up soon though.”
“Or right now!” Jarboyp grinned and held up his Lifeline.
He’d found his new teammate.
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Gohabsgo mined another step out of the solid stone walls around him, then called back to ZombieKat. “I’ve finished! Ready to put on the finishing touches?”
He heard her footsteps before he saw her, and then she ran around the corner, holding a torch that cast a yellow glow on the tunnel walls. “You’ve finished? Fabulous! That was a lot faster than I expected.”
Goha struck a pose. “I told you I work fast!”
Zombie walked down a couple steps and peered down. “Looks great! Though it could use another step or two.”
“You wanna do that really quick?” Goha tossed the pick toward her… and it fell right through her, clattering down the stairs.
Zombie laughed. “Unless I’m not actually here!” She disappeared, and Goha groaned. That was the fourth time she had played that trick.
He looked despairingly down the stairs, where his pick had fallen into a deep hole they had just dug. “That was my only iron pick!”
“I thought you mined “masses of iron ore,” earlier, to use your very own words.” She called back to him, somewhere down the tunnel. “What happened to that?”
He sighed, frustrated. “It keeps disappearing from the furnaces. I put some in, and then I can’t find the ingots when I check back later!” He kicked the side of the furnace nearest to him, then winced from the pain. “I’m going to report it after the game is over. It’s probably just a glitch, but its really annoying.”
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Jarboyp watched the sky, and Mattyz flew back into view. He landed in front of Jarboyp, a second before the armor disappeared. “There’s another huge pile of items over there. It’s like an entire team just dumped their items and left the game. But it isn’t like there is another team around that defeated them, either. No signs of a battle, and no signs of life.”
Jarboyp scratched his head. “That’s kinda confusing. What could be killing off all these players?” His eyes widened as he remembered Crusher from earlier, and their conversation about him. “Could it be a Hacker?”
“Maybe.” But Mattyz looked doubtful. “But usually those are reported after only a few players killed. And this is a lot more than a few.”
Jarboyp looked around nervously. He wasn’t usually scared by another player- after all, they respawned if they died-, but this was weird. If it was a Hacker, and they hadn’t gotten caught yet, it might be because they couldn’t get caught, and that would ruin the game for sure.
He gazed around, and was suddenly struck by an idea. “Let’s go climb that mountain over there. It’ll give us a better viewpoint than your flying can, since you can’t go too high without the danger of falling. To your death.”
Mattyz stuck his tongue out at him.
Right then, a player jumped out from behind the nearest tree and rushed them, yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs. Surprised, Mattyz actually dropped his sword, and the other player landed right on top of him. They rolled down the rest of the hill, bumping down each block, and landed at the bottom with a thud.
The other player was hacking at Mattyz with his sword, swift, wild blows. Jarboyp ran down to them, string at the ready, and waited for an opportunity. Again, the stone sword flashed through the air, and he snapped out his line and wrapped it around the blade. He yanked, and the sword flew out of the player’s hand and into the grass. Jarboyp picked it up.
Now that neither of them had a sword, Mattyz pulled himself away from the player. They waited, puffing to catch their breath.
Seeing an opportunity, Jarboyp called out, “Mattyz! Catch!” and tossed the sword to him. Then he pulled out his own weapon and ran forward to help. Two against one, and he didn’t have a sword. He expected the player to turn and run, any moment now. Wouldn’t he be surprised when one of them turned out to be a Phantom!
But instead, the player ran forward, fists in the air, and socked Mattyz in the jaw. He stumbled backwards, arm raised to defend against any more punches.
But that didn’t stop his attacker. He simply swung again from the other side, and caught Mattyz in the ribs. The poor guy was covered in cuts and bruises now, and Jarboyp knew he had to do something.
So, Lifeline in his left hand and sword in his right, he charged the player from behind. He slashed, and the player staggered away from Mattyz. Jarboyp positioned himself between him and their attacker, and flung his line backwards, hoping to give Mattyz a buff. He felt the line connect, and power flow through, healing him.
The other player was a little more wary, now that he was injured. He backed up a couple steps, bracing himself against a tree, and watched for an opening.
The string disconnected, power spent, and Jarboyp glanced down at where it fell. In the split second that he looked away, the other player leapt forward, using the tree to push off, and punched Jarboyp square in the nose. He was incredibly fast.
But Mattyz was even faster. Using the last vestiges of speed from the Lifeline, he dashed forward and jabbed at the player, flinging him backwards into the tree. He collapsed to his knees, and gasped.
Looking up at them, he raised a fist in the air. “Uranium… Uranium is green!” And then he toppled over on to his side and despawned.
Jarboyp let go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “Hoo. That was close. We gotta be more careful.”
“I feel great!” Mattyz jogged in place. “I’m loving that Lifeline! I feel like I could run all the way up the mountain!” He laughed.
Jarboyp gathered up his string. “Well, let’s go then!” ……………………………………………………………………………………….
Out by the mountain range, Gohabsgo watched them come closer. Before they could spot him, he ran back, to a semi-obvious staircase dug down into the side of the mountain. He dashed down the steps, counting as he went, then stopped at number seventeen. Instead of running down any farther, he turned and shimmied into a hidden entrance, build into the side of the stone, then blocked it up again behind him.
He dashed into the main room of their fort. It looked more like a cave than a real room, and was filled with furnaces. Multiple tunnels branched off of the sides, going who knows where. “Our next victims approach!” He called out, and his voice echoed off the stone walls.
“Woo hoo!” Zombie ran into the room from one of the tunnels. “We are hot tonight! That’s the third one so far!” She grabbed Goha by his elbow and dragged him into the next room. “You know the drill.”
As he watched, a copy of Zombie peeled itself away from her, then ran up the stairs, to the outside world. He pulled out his axe, and waited, listening for the trappees to get in position.
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Mattyz lifted his hand over his eyes, and peered up the mountain slope. “I think I can see someone up there.”
Jarboyp looked too. “Is it just one player? I don’t even see a sword.”
“Do we have an extra sword?” Mattyz patted his pockets, searching for the item. “I bet we could get them to team with us if we gave them a sword.”
“I don’t have one. Besides, I bet you the rest of my mushrooms that its a trap. A single player, alone in an extreme hills biome, who doesn’t even have a sword?” Jarboyp shrugged. “Seems a bit unlikely to me. I mean, the whole place is practically made of stones. It’s one of the easiest places to get a weapon.”
“Well, let’s both go then. I don’t want to fly ahead and get stuck on cooldown.”
They marched forward, clambering up the side of the mountain, toward the watching player above.
Several blocks away from her, they stopped.
Mattyz called up to her. “This is a trap, right?”
She smiled back, and beckoned them forward. “Do you wanna come with me and find out?”
Jarboyp shrugged. “We could just avoid her until later, when we are more prepared. Seems smarter than charging in blindly.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Mattyz smirked up at her. “Sorry to disappoint!”
They spun on the spot, as if to walk back down the mountain, then froze.
Way down at the foot of the mountain, a battle was waging. It was one against three, but the shining diamond armor on the singular player made Jarboyp think that advantage was certainly not with numbers in this case.
A few intense seconds later, the team was gone, and the victor sat and sorted through his spoils of war.
“Let’s… not go down that way.”
Jarboyp couldn’t help but agree.
Turning back towards the mountain top, they spotted the back of the loner girl disappear around a corner. They scrambled up after her.
“Do you think… that the player down there…. is the cause of all those…. loot piles?” Jarboyp huffed.
“It makes sense…. It’s not like any normal team... could beat that kind of armor…. I’m just wondering... how he got it.” Mattyz huffed after him.
Jarboyp thought for a moment. “Maybe he’s a Gambler... that got lucky?”
Mattyz snorted at the thought. “Do you realize….. just how rare that is? I’m pretty sure it’s more likely... for him to be killed on the spot.”
Jarboyp was thinking up a snappy reply when they got to the top of the mountain. They hefted themselves over the edge, and lay still for a moment, exhausted from the climb. Jarboyp peered over the mountain range, and spotted movement, just on the next peak over. It was that strange girl, and she was disappearing into a small cobblestone crevice.
“There she goes!” He gestured toward the hole in the wall, and they got back up. Glancing over his shoulder, Jarboyp spotted the glint of diamond armor climbing the mountain after them.
They each took a deep breath, and then resumed running. Over rocks and boulders, they rushed up to the hole. Barely even considering if it was a trap, they quickly walked down the stairs.
But after only ten or fifteen blocks down, the stairs stopped, and it dead-ended in a wall of smooth stone.
Confused, Mattyz pulled out his wooden pick and started hammering away at the wall, to see if there was a secret passage. But as soon as he really got some progress, a strange rumbling shook the tunnel. Even more confused, Mattyz looked at his pick as if he might have caused it.
“The trap must have activated!” Jarboyp yelled. “We need to get out!”
But Mattyz just looked at him, puzzled at why the world seemed be crumbling because of his wooden pickaxe.
And then the floor fell out from beneath them.
They started to fall, and this was something that Mattyz understood. He pulled out his feather, grabbed Jarboyp by the hand, and activated his flight.
But the combined weight made it too hard to fly. Instead of going up, they drifted downwards, deeper into the earth.
Jarboyp called up. “How much longer do you have left?” Down below, he spotted a glowing opening in the side. “Can you get us down to that?”
“Maybe… I only have a couple seconds left!”
In slow, shuddering descents, he lowered them to the opening, and they tumbled in, right as the flight ended.
“That was much too close.” Jarboyp rolled over and stood up… and found himself face to face with that girl from before. He groaned, and searched for his sword. But it was gone! In all the excitement, he must have dropped it down the pit.
He was relieved to see that Mattyz still clutched his sword in his other hand, and he automatically reached for the twine around his waist, ready to give support.
“Is it just you?” He asked her. “Shouldn’t you have a teammate around here or something?”
She hesitated, then nodded her head. “Yep! Its just me! And I’m totally unarmed! Oh, what will I eeeeever do?” She threw her arms up in the air in mock terror.
From behind Jarboyp, Mattyz leapt forward, sword drawn swinging down in a deadly arc.
She didn’t even flinch as the sword swished right through her. Mattyz stumbled forward when his blade found a total lack of resistance, and nearly did a faceplant. He caught himself, then turned to swing again, this time a little more cautiously. The stone blade simply swished through her, and she laughed at his efforts.
Out of the shadows of the room, another player stepped forward. He held a shiny iron sword in one hand, and a glowing axe in the other, and his head was protected by a iron helmet. The light from the torched shimmered on his sword, giving it an almost ethereal look. Out from behind him, the girl stepped forward, again. The girl Mattyz was attacking disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
“I lied. I’m not the only one down here! I’m ZombieKat, and this is Gogo!”
He frowned. “My name is Goha, not Gogo! I wish you wouldn’t introduce me like that. It totally throws off my first impression.” He waved his sword in the air. “And first impressions are important!”
While those two were talking, Jarboyp discreetly snapped his line forward, and touched Mattyz with it. The string glowed briefly, and Mattyz leapt forward, suddenly filled with energy. He raised his sword, and brought it down on the armored fellow, hoping to get in a surprise attack.
But he never got the chance. As the blade came down towards Goha’s helmet, he spun around and brought his own sword up, parrying the blow to the side, then quickly snapped it around in a counter attack. Even with his speed, Mattyz was barely able to block it. They stood for a second, straining against each other, trying to push the other back.
While they were distracted, Jarboyp attacked the Zombie. She backed up, then quickly reached into a nearby chest and pulled out a sword of her own. Then, with a grin, she split apart into four different copies, each holding their own sword.
Jarboyp remembered from earlier, where they hadn’t been able to hit her, and he knew only one of the copies could be real. But which one? He swung out at the nearest one, and his blade traveled right through her. Then, from his right, another one attacked, and he was forced to back up. He didn’t know if that was the real one, or simply a distraction, so he kept on his toes, watching all around him, prepared for the next attack.
From behind, he heard metal clashing against stone, the sounds of the other two fighting, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the extra energy ran out. He turned to give Mattyz another boost, and found his friend pinned to the ground under Goha’s foot.
He leapt forward to help, and got yanked back and thrown to the floor, by a very solid arm. The cobblestone floor was hot, burning where his bare skin touched it. But when he looked up, he still couldn’t tell which of the copies had hit him.
They were totally outclassed. Phantom was made to be used outdoors, and Lifeline was only useful when you could actually get to your teammate. Jarboyp closed his eyes, and prepared to lose.
And then the whole cave shook with a muffled Boom. Everyone froze, looking toward the ceiling, as dust and rubble rained down. After a moment, another explosions rocked the mountain, and another, and another. Each one was louder, and seemed a lot closer. Finally, the roof caved in, and everyone abandoned the fight, and dove to safety.
A block of TNT fell down into the center of the cavern, and blew a crater in the floor, revealing a pool of lava, that the trapper team had presumably covered up as they set up their trap.
From the hole in the roof, a player jumped down, landing at the edge of the lava pool. He was clad in full diamond armor, and he carried a diamond sword. It all glowed with the purple sheen of enchantments.
“So,” he said, “Who is going to lose next, to the Wyrm?”
For a moment, everyone was silent. Then Mattyz spoke up. “How exactly did you get all that stuff before the feast started? That seems almost like some sort of a Hack, to me.”
Wyrm shrugged. “I went Gambler, and I got lucky. Then, a minifeast spawned practically right next to me!”
Jarboyp gave Mattyz a pointed look.
Wyrm smiled. “It’s almost like I’m got someone writing my story, trying to make me win! Best. Game. Ever!” He pumped his fist, and raised his sword into the air. “Now, I repeat. Who wants to lose first?” he pointed his sword at each of them.
While he was talking, Jarboyp spotted something strange. The explosions were over, but one of the blocks behind Wyrm was still moving… A furnace. It wiggled its way out of the wall of ovens, and tumbled to the ground.
“Ok then. Nobody wants to speak up, I’ll choose!” Wyrm started chanting. “Eenie, meenie, miney... mo!” The sword was pointing at Jarboyp, but he didn’t notice. His gaze was fixed on the furnace, which at that moment was working its way over to the overpowered player, trying to be sneaky.
Wyrm took one step in his direction, around the lava pool, and it was one step too close to the furnace. It leapt up, somehow (did furnaces have legs?) and nudged Wyrm. He teetered on the edge for a moment, arms pinwheeling, and then fell into the lava with a plop.
The block shifted and bulged, morphing into a player. He was clad in all iron armor, and he was laughing fit to bust. “Ha! Did you see that?! ‘Best game ever!’, NOT! Bahahahaha!” He stuck his tongue out at the lava. “You just got trolled! Noobified for the win!”
“Hey!” Goha stepped forward. “You’re the one who has been stealing all my iron!”
“You’ve got that right, buster! That was almost as fun as dumping that dude in the lava! I let you do all the work, and I got all the armor!” He wiped tears of mirth away from his eyes. “That was a masterful troll.”
Goha growled, and raised his sword. From opposite sides of the room, he and Zombie attacked, their blades ringing off of his armor, filling the cave with ringing clangs.
Mattyz and Jarboyp took this opportunity to dash down one of the branching tunnels. They ran down the mazelike corridors, hoping to find a way out.
Suddenly, a voice, ambiguous and monotone, rang through Jarboyp’s head.
“The Feast has begun!”
Mattyz and Jarboyp glanced at each other. “If we can get to that, we might have a chance!” Mattyz exclaimed. “We gotta find a way out of here!”
From behind them, a chuckle echoed down the stone walls. They began running again, away from the sound.
As they ran past branching corridors, Jarboyp searched for an opening. And then he found what he was looking for. Down one of the tunnels, a bright light, sunlight, shone. “Over here!” he called out to Mattyz, then dashed towards the light.
They ran out into the open air, and the bright sun blinded them for a moment. When their vision cleared, the hope they had just felt plummeted. They were standing on a cliff. He peered over the edge, hoping to see a path down, or even water at the bottom that they could jump into, but there was nothing.
He spotted a river, but it was much too far to jump. “You could go to the feast, and leave me here to distract Noobified. You could still win.”
Mattyz shook his head. “Nah. Let’s find another way down.”
But as they turned back to the tunnel entrance, Noobified stepped out. “Well, well, well. Trapped, are we?” He laughed. “I beat the other two, though they put up a good fight. But it’s simply too hard to defeat someone with armor, when all you have is an iron sword. And a helmet.” He glanced at their weapons. “And you don’t even have that! Stone swords!” He grinned. “The benefits of looking like a furnace.”
Just like before, Jarboyp snapped his Lifeline forward, and gave Mattyz a boost of energy, and, just like before, Mattyz leap forward. But this time, the stone sword simply skittered off of the iron chestplate. With a grunt, he swung again, but the blow barely fazed Noobified.
The armored player laughed, then hefted his sword like a baseball bat, and gave Mattyz a two handed smack that sent him flying. He skidded along the edge of the cliff, then rolled off.
“One down, one to go.” Noobified grinned, and walked lazily toward Jarboyp, who backed up, right up to the edge. He peered down, and saw Mattyp flying upwards along the cliff face, and he felt like cheering. But, as if the world were against them, the armor and flight disappeared, fifty blocks from the top. Mattyz grabbed the cliff, just in time, and started to climb. “Hang in there, Jarboyp! I’ll be right there!”
But Jarboyp knew there wasn’t enough time. He turned back to Noobified, who smiled at his fear. “Aw. Are you afraid of falling? Let’s make this quick, then.” He gripped the sword tightly, and sprinted toward Jarboyp, poised to smack him off the cliff after Mattyp.
And then Jarboyp had an idea. It was risky, but it couldn’t make the situation any worse. He snapped his Lifeline forward, toward Noobified, and then dived forward, onto the ground, rolling into a ball.
He felt the connection open, and Noobified was given a burst of speed. His eyes widened, and he tried to stop himself, but his armored boot caught on Jarboyp, lying on the floor, and he tripped.
The iron armor glinted as it flew over Jarboyp, and then it disappeared over the edge of the cliff. Jarboyp stood up, and quickly ran over to look, and he watched as Noobified fell. He cringed when, halfway down, he collided with Mattyz, who lost his grip, and they both fell down, down, down the cliff. At the last moment, Jarboyp stopped looking, and he heard a muffled thump, far below.
Hardly believing he had done it, he jumped up and whooped. “Haha! Who got trolled now?”
Suddenly, surprising Jarboyp enough that he nearly toppled off the edge after them, a voice rang in his head, monotone, but still somehow tinged with excitement.
“Jarboyp is the last remaining player. Jarboyp wins!”

THE END

 

Thanks! You replied first, so you got to be the hero, and I liked the challenge of making a Lifeline win, using their power.