Story HG Story, Community Characters

Well, its been almost a month since my last HG Story, (https://www.brawl.com/threads/54243/) and I've been itching to do another. I really love writing these stories, using characters from the community to create an intense, blocky game.

The requirements will be the same as last time. Simply fill out the form in a comment below, and the first five players to comment will be in the game! I will select who gets to be the winner randomly, so you all have an equal chance.

IGN:
Favorite Kit:
Strategy: (Hunting/Trapping/Towering/ect.)
Why you want a story: (I'm always curious why)

Extra details:
Its going to be a NoSoup game, because that is a lot easier to write than Soup.
Anyone who has already been in a story cannot apply again. Sorry. :/
Kits may or may not be exactly like they are in-game. It will still obviously be the right kit, but how it works might be a little different, to make it fit better.

Thanks for reading!

FINISHED STORY:

HG Story: Third Time's the Charm!


Featherpaw looked down into the arena pit, frowning. She wanted an iron sword, but she didn’t want to get into a big brawl to obtain one. She preferred to take on one opponent at a time, maybe two if she had to, but certainly not six or seven. She turned away, and walked up the stairs to the enormous portal at the back of the lobby. Walking through the purple glow, she stepped out into an entirely different world.

It was a savanna, dried grass baked in the sun, and wild animals roaming the plains, and Featherpaw almost shouted with joy. This will do very well!

She spotted a tree with low lying branches, and quickly climbed to the top. Poking her head from the topmost branches, she peered around at the plains. And then she saw it. Just off to the side, on the edge of her vision, giant trees rose up out of a fog, covered with vines. This time she did shout, almost squealing with pleasure. Yes! This is perfect!

Suddenly, another player walked out of the air, coming to explore as well. Featherpaw ducked back into the branches of the tree, and carefully started to observe as more and more people began to spawn in.

...

Stormneo took an enormous step into the portal, confidently walking into the new world. He had a plan, and he was going to win this game, no sweat!
He gazed around at the savanna, noting the nearby trees and animals. With only a minute or two left before the game began, he had to be ready. So he scouted out his plan, finding a tree that was nearby, but that probably wouldn’t be swarmed by players who needed wood, then memorizing his path from there to a nearby cave for stone materials. With a few seconds left to start, he got into position.

He felt the familiar strange feeling as the world seemed to shift around him, the game calling everyone to the spawning point, and then dashed off to the tree. Another player obviously had the same plan as he did, running away from the crowd and toward the same tree. They arrived at the same moment, and both started punching the trunk of the tree. At the last moment, before the wood broke, Stormneo lunged to the side and shoved the other dude out of the way, knocking him onto the ground. Even though they couldn’t hurt each other during invincibility, he could still push him around! He gathered up both of the wood blocks and stuffed them into his pack, while the other player picked himself up off of the ground, gave him a dirty look, and then ran off to search for some more wood, rushing against the clock.

Stormneo felt a rush of success. This game was in the bag!

...

Bunnybird felt just like a bunny, burrowed deep underground, safe from all who might want to kill her. But of course, she thought, scooping a handful redstone out from her satchel, I would be a very technologically advanced bunny!

Rather than just sitting and waiting for someone to dig her out, this little Bunny started on her defenses. Traps, traps, and more traps!

...

As soon as the game started, Featherpaw dashed out to the animals, desperate to gather their morphs before the other players killed them for food. Stopping at a cow, a big bull with horns, she pressed her hand to its side and concentrated. She felt its DNA flow into her, and then she released it, running off to find the next animal, leaving the cow grazing peacefully. She gathered the fattest pig she could find, a big woolly sheep, and a chicken as well. The hardest decision was what horse to use, with all their different pelts and speeds and strengths. Finally she selected one that was faster, rather than the one that could jump three blocks high.

And then, hoping that the creature was there, she sprinted to the jungle she had seen in the distance.

...

Turmac sat on his perch in the sky, feet dangling over the edge of his tower, and gazed at the expanse of grass before him. Only up here, he thought, can you really appreciate just how big and strange this world is. He could see multiple fights happening in the distance, winners and losers, strategies that worked, and those that failed miserably. He learned a lot, sitting up here.

And the biggest lesson he had learned? Don’t pick a risky strategy. So here he was, trapping with his friend. He glanced over at the bulky player that he had chosen as his teammate, muscles rippling over his huge arms. Their plan was a simple one: summon the victim up, then pick him up and toss him over the edge of the tower. Little danger, less hassle. After all, it had worked just fine everywhere else.

Lost in thought, he forgot to watch out for danger. Down below, a player swaggered up to the tower, looking confidently up at the players far above. The grass around him was frosted over, and his hair was white as snow.

Oblivious to it all, the Hulk turned to Turmac, and held up two stone swords that he had just finished crafting. “Which one do you want?” The sentence came out as a series of grunts, but Turmac understood. He reached out to the left one, but right before he grabbed it, something whizzed past between their hands, knocking the blade out of their fingers, sending it tumbling down the side of the tower. The Hulk looked at his empty hand for a moment, confused, but Turmac instantly spun around to look over the edge of the tower.

Down below, a player stood, tossing a small white ball from hand to hand. Then, he leaned back, and with startling accuracy, flung the snowball up at the tower, and smacked the Hulk directly in the jaw. Caught by surprise, he stumbled backwards a step, Turmac watched in horror as his teammate windmilled on the edge of the tower, gigantic arms pinwheeling as he tried to keep his balance. But over he went, falling down after his sword.

Peering over after him, Turmac saw him plummet toward the pool of water they they had build next to. He sighed in relief. It’ll be close, but the big guy should make it. And then he could simply fight off the frosty fellow.

But before he could hit the water, the Frosty pulled out another snowball, seemingly out of nowhere, and tossed it at the sparkling pool. When it touched the water, it exploded into ice, spreading over the water like a virus, creating a frosted, and very solid, platform of ice.
Turmac covered his eyes.

...

Uranium slowly climbed up the side of the mountain, leaping from ledge to ledge, working his way to the top. Halfway up, he stopped to catch his breath, sitting heavily on a stone outcropping. Holding a hand over his eyes, he looked out at the forest, spotting a tower looming above the trees. As he watched, a player fell from the tower, arms and legs flailing as he disappeared behind the trees.

Just another day in the Hardcore Games.

Just then, movement caught his eye. Down at the foot of the mountain, a player leapt forward in gigantic leaps, covering huge distances with every bounce. He reached the cliffside within moments, and, after a moment's hesitation, leapt up the stone, jumping from ledge to ledge like a mountain goat. Uranium watched him for a moment, then turned and resumed his own progress up the mountain. Even though he was sure he could outfight the other player easily, it would be better to have a flat surface to have a battle.

Huffing and puffing, he pulled himself over another outcropping, and found himself on a large plateau. Dry dirt with dryer grass covered the large ledge, and it ended abruptly in a cliff.

Turning around, he waited for his opponent.

...

Stormneo almost flew up the mountainside, his spirits rising faster than he did. This is easy! Bunching his legs beneath him, he pushed off from one stone, did a flip, and landed perfectly on another. Agility was the way to go!

One more jump, and he touched down on the top of the mountain, feet landing perfectly on the edge. He nearly fell off when he realized he wasn’t alone.

In front of him stood a largish player, calm, waiting for him. He held a stone sword in one hand, and the other one was at his side. They stared for a moment.

And then Stormneo grinned. We’re on a cliff! This poor sucker doesn’t stand a chance. He held out his sword, point first, and called out. “Ready to lose?”

The other player sighed. “I’ve heard that before.” He smiled too, then. “Let’s see if you can follow through with it.”

With a speed that didn’t seem possible for such a heavyset player, he stepped forward, swinging his sword in a powerful sweep. But Stormneo was faster, jumping lightly over the player, clearing the stone blade by a couple feet. He landed on the other side, and spun around, sword extended, hoping to get in a quick blow.

But his sword clanged against another. The other player had twisted the blade in his grip and held it behind his back, blocking the attack. Surprised, Stormneo lost the moment. The other player spun on his heel, turning to face him again, and used the momentum to slice again. Stormneo quickly brought his own sword up, and grunted at the force behind his opponents attack. Realizing he probably couldn’t beat him in a straight 1v1, he leapt backwards, then turned and ran toward the cliff.

Stopping at the edge, he waited for the other player to fall into his trap.

...

Featherpaw walked into the green of the jungle, listening as the sounds of bugs and frogs and animals surrounded her. The jungle was so alive! She felt like jumping and running and swinging through the trees!

But she didn’t. Instead, she found the deepest, most green part of the foliage, crouched down, and waited patiently, using only her eyes to guide her. The animal she was looking for was very, very quiet.

After what felt like an eon of waiting, it finally appeared. Creeping silently out of the wild grass, it stalked across the jungle floor, tail waving gently through the air. Carefully, carefully, Featherpaw reached out a single hand. But the Ocelot spotted the movement, scurried for cover.

She didn’t give up though. Because while this stealthy animal was quiet, it was also very curious. Legs burning from the awkward position, she stayed there, arm out. And slowly, it crept from its hiding place, sniffing the air for any scent of an enemy. When no immediate danger was present, out it came again, and walked over to her, sniffing her hand. Featherpaw grinned.

...

Bunnybird placed one last piston, then closed up the gap behind her. She stepped back and surveyed her work: a seemingly empty corridor. Satisfied, she nodded to herself. No one can get to me now!

Right then, the distinctive sound of a pickaxe on stone rang through the corridor. It was muffled, but still present, which meant that someone was trying to dig over to her! She got into position.

Deeper in the corridor, a block broke, falling into the corridor, and she tensed. A Player crawled through the gap, dropping into the small tunnel. He was covered in iron armor, and in one hand he held an iron pick, while in the other was a glittering diamond sword. He stood up and dusted himself off, then glanced up. He looked down each direction, and instantly spotted Bunny, jumping with shock. And then he noted her lack of armor, and grinned. Confidently, he strode forward, diamond sword raised.

When he was only a couple blocks away, Bunny flipped a switch.

The walls around the player smashed inward, crushing him in a vice grip. The iron armor prevented him from being crushed completely, and, with a grunt, he forced himself to take a step forward, iron screeching against stone. Bunny held her breath as he forced his way closer.

One block away from her, the iron chestplate buckled, and the two walls slammed together. Bunny flipped the switch again, and the walls separated, showing a pile of items and dented armor. Gleefully, she reached out to the diamond sword that lay on the ground.

But when her fingers were inches from it, she suddenly felt a strange lurch, and found herself somewhere else completely, high in the sky, rather than underground.

Panicked at being dragged from the safety of her burrow, she spun around, fists raised, and threw a punch. It landed solidly in the nose of another player, who stumbled backwards, landing on a thin wooden platform. Before she could attack again, he raised an arm and yelled “Wait!”

Breathing heavily, Bunny stopped. Glaring down at him, she leaned toward him. “What’d you do that for? I was perfectly fine where I was!” Thinking of the diamond sword that was still lying deep beneath them, she put her foot on his side. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t just push you off.”

Clutching his bruised face, the player pointed wordlessly down over the edge. Peering over, Bunny saw another player, with a head of white hair, pillaring up the side of the tower.

The first guy stood up from where he lay, still holding his nose. “I need some help.”

...

Uranuim walked calmly over to his high-flying opponent. There was no need to run, as there wasn’t any way he could catch up to this Kanga anyway. If he wanted to run away, he could. But instead, he stood at the edge of the cliff, a hand on his hip and a grin on his face. It was obviously some sort of trap. But with his special qualities, Uranium had no fear of falling off the edge.

When he was still a couple blocks away, he suddenly ran forward, hoping he could catch the Kanga by surprise. But no such luck. As soon as he raised his sword to attack, the other brought his own up to bear, easily blocking the swing. Uranuim suddenly found himself under a flurry of blows, being forced to block them, putting his PvP skills to the test. But he didn’t retaliate, simply blocking. This stream of attacks would tire his opponent quickly.

...

Feeling a boost of confidence, Stormneo pressed forward with his attacks, forcing his opponent to twist and sway to block them all. He felt powerful! He opened his mouth, and a wordless roar came out, seeming to flow from him in a stream of fury.

He paused, for just a moment, then, taking a deep breath, threw everything he had into it. He yelled, each swing of the sword becoming a word in his mouth. “You. Will. Fall. In. The. Face. Of. The. Storm!”

He stopped, and in one smooth movement, leapt over his opponent, putting him between Stormneo and the cliff. Then, bunching his legs for a powerful jump, he launched himself straight forward, intending to kick the other player right over the edge with his powerful legs.

Instead, when his feet met the player's chest, it felt like he had tried to kick the mountain. He heard a horrendous crack, and fell to the ground, legs collapsing beneath him, a searing pain flowing through them.

A shadow fell over him, and he dizzily looked up into the face of this immovable player. The world seemed to swim. Through the fog of pain, Stormneo heard a voice.

“I am the Anchor, that can weather any storm.”

And that's when Stormneo blacked out.

...

Turmac was mortified to find himself asking for help from this complete stranger, but as a weaponless Endermage there wasn’t much he could do to defend against the Frosty that was quickly coming up to kill them both. Hopefully this player he had found underground had something to fight with, diamond, iron, or stone, even. He had been disappointed when she popped up totally armorless, but she probably still had more than him.

“Neither of us will be getting down from here unless we do something about her.” He gestured down toward the steadily climbing player. “Do you have something to fight with? Stone swords? Gravel we can dump on him?”

Still glaring at him, she shook her head. “I would have a diamond sword, but you maged me up here before I could grab it. And I don’t have any sticks left over, though I have mounds of cobblestone.”

Eagerly, Turmac pulled a pile of sticks out of his satchel. “I’ve got plenty! Quick, craft some swords!”

Thinking about that, her face lost its angry curves, and got a little softer, more thoughtful than anything. “I have a better idea.” She pulled a couple pistons and a handful of redstone from her bag. “Gimmie a stick or two.” Working quickly, she set to building something.

He watched her anxiously. “You’d better hurry. He won’t be much longer to get up here.”

She placed another piston, and then some cobblestone. “This won’t take a moment.” Still working on the mechanics, she looked over her shoulder. “Do you know what kit he is, by the way?”

“Um, yeah. Frosty.”

She started, then lay low and gripped the sides of the tower. “Why didn’t you say so? Get down!”

Turmac shook his head. “Don’t worry. He already wasted all of his snowballs trying to knock me off.” He shivered. “Most intense game of dodgeball I’ve ever played.”

She stood up again, then placed another couple blocks. “OK. Its done.” She pointed to farther along the tower. “You stand there and look vulnerable.”

“What!?”

She grinned at him. “We need bait. And since I came up with the idea, I decide who does what.”

A little nervously, he went and stood at the end of the tower, hanging out over empty air. “Like this?”

She gave him a thumbs-up. “Perfect. Now, watch and learn.” She placed a couple more blocks, creating a wall next to the branch of the tower. She placed a couple more blocks, building around it, and disappeared from view.

Right then, up from the side, another head appeared, covered with white hair. The air seemed to get cooler as he pulled himself up onto the tower, and he glared at Turmac through half narrowed eyes, as if furious that he had been forced to climb all the way up the tower to deal with him.

And then he held her hands together, and a snowball formed and grew inbetween them.

Turmac gulped. “You didn’t run out. You just wanted an easier shot.”

...

Featherpaw pushed her way through the jungle, ecstatic at her recent encounter with the Ocelot. Her favorite morph! She almost never got those in a game.

Suddenly, the giant trees opened into a small clearing. On one end, the open mouth of a cave gaped at her. Edging closer, she listened carefully. Deep in the cave, shrill squeals echoed up to her. Ecstatic, she skipped into the cave. If she could get a bat, this would be the most amazing game ever.

Deeper in the cave, the light got dimmer and dimmer, until she could hardly see at all. Reaching into her pack, she found a torch. As she lit it, she listened again, trying to find the source of the squeaks. When the fire finally caught, she raised the burning stick into the air.

In the light of the flickering fire, Featherpaw could see a small struggling bundle, suspended from the ceiling by white strings. It squeaked and fluttered, and with a sinking feeling, she realized it was a bat, stuck in a web. Looking around her, she found the walls covered with webs, strung along in eerie patterns and shapes, pulled tight between rocks, everywhere.

She had walked right into a cave spider nest.

...

Turmac was frozen in the spot, watching as the Frosty held up his snowball. Closing one eye, he hurled it at him, and Turmac snapped out of it, quickly ducking, the snowball hurtling over his head. But he had no time to gather himself, because as soon as he looked up, he spotted the movement of another white fluffy ball of death zipping toward him. He leaned to the side, and the snowball grazed his leg. But the force was still enough to spin him around, and he barely caught himself before he fell. Another and another, the balls flew at him, and he managed to dodge each one by a hair. It was the worlds most one-sided snowball fight, and somehow, he was staying in the game!

As the Frosty got more and more frustrated, his aim got worse and worse, until Turmac barely had to move to get out of the way, simply swaying to the side when one got too close. Finally, he stopped. Turmac grinned at him.

Huffing and puffing like a locomotive, he stomped forward, holding his hands together again, slowly forming another snowball. Turmac lost the smile when he realized that he intended to hit him at point-blank range.

He stopped, five blocks away, at the edge of the wall that the redstone girl had built. He hefted the snowball, bigger than any of the others so far, and reached back to throw…

And then a piston sounded, the wall pushing outwards and shoving the Frosty ungraciously off the edge of the tower.

The redstone girl strode out from behind the wall. “Tada!” She grinned at him. “Nice dodging, bait.”

Turmac opened his mouth in a smile. “I was pretty amazed that I manage-”

He was interrupted when a snowball flew up from the direction that the Frosty had fallen, smacking him in the side of the head and tipping him right over the edge.

As he fell, facedown, he saw the Frosty make a rude gesture at him, right before he finally hit the ground. He’s not exactly a good sport, is he? He thought.

And then the ground rushed up to meet him.

...

Uranium gazed out over the landscape from his cliffside view. Holding a hand over his eyes, he peered out at the tower he had seen earlier. The shape of it had changed, but the battles seemed to still be raging on it. Even as he watched, a player tumbled off. As she fell, she whipped around in midair, and tossed something up. A second later, another player tumbled off. Peering carefully, he spotted movement on the tower still, but there only seemed to be one player left. Slowly, he smiled. That was his next target. And if anyone was going to be tumbling off of it, it wouldn’t be him.

...

Featherpaw held her breath, and slowly took a couple steps backward. If she could avoid disturbing the webs, maybe the cave spiders wouldn’t even notice she had been here. The struggling of the bat didn’t seem to have attracted any, but there was no point in taking chances.

Carefully, she tiptoed around and through several more, ones that she was amazed she had missed on the way in. After a couple narrow chances, she found herself nearer to the mouth of the cave, enough that light started filtering in from the outside. Cheered, she put out her torch, and kept walking toward the light.

Just in time, she spotted another web, and dodged to the side. Her foot scuffed against the floor, and down from the ceiling fluttered a small, terrified brown bat. It bumped into Featherpaw, and its leathery wings fluttered in her face and caught on her hair. She put her hands in front of her face, and stepped backwards, away from the bat. It tugged itself free, and fluttered away, out of the cave and into the jungle. Featherpaw sighed with relief, and tried to take another step forward, out of the cave.

But something tugged at her foot. Glancing down, she saw that it was wrapped in sticky threads, that clung to her, stretching and pulling.

Deep in a crack in the stone, eight tiny eyes lit up.

...

Up here, in the open air, Bunnybird felt more like a bird than a bunny. Safe in her nest, with all dangers easily seen from her perch in the sky. She wasn’t sure whether she like this or underground better.

Down on the meadow, on the forest border, a player stepped out. He held a simple stone sword, and he walked steadily, if a little bit slow. He walked up to the tower, and gazed upward. Bunny knew that all he could see of her was a silhouette against the sun, so she peered down at him, watching him carefully for a hint of his powers. Nothing was immediately evident, but he did seem more solid than most other players she had seen.

He stopped watching her, and began to tower upward, one dirt block at a time, and she laughed quietly to herself. He would fall right into the same trap that the Frosty had. Of course, she’d made a few improvements.

She practically skipped to her position, and pulled out a wooden sword. It was really just a distraction, something to lure them in, make them think she was going to PvP with a worthless weapon. But Bunny had no intention of making contact.

In her excitement, the few minutes he took to get to the top seemed to take forever, but finally his head peeked over the edge. She hurriedly wiped the gleeful expression off of her face, replacing it with an expression that looked (she hoped) like a mix of determination and fear. “D-don’t come any closer!” She held out the wooden sword, and made her hand shake, as if in terror.

The player clambered up on the tower branch, and walked forward… right next to the fake piston wall. She lost the scared look, and grinned at him. “Sucker.” Behind her, she flipped a switch with her foot, and the piston wall extended, slamming into the player.

But he remained totally immobile. The pistons screeched and groaned, their pumps straining to push the player. But the mechanics in the piston- capable of pushing almost a ton of stone and rock, failed to even budge him.

Astonished, Bunny felt her mouth drop open, as the pistons started to crack and steam. Suddenly, with a great wrenching sound, the whole wall ripped itself off of the tower, tumbling down to the ground below. Totally speechless, Bunny stared down at the wreckage.

The player grunted. “Everyone seems to think they can push me around.” He looked up, and strode forward, raising his sword.

Bunny was cowering now for real. “What are you?”

He paused, sword in the air. “The perfect counter to a tower.”

He brought the sword down.

...

Featherpaw wrenched her foot from the webs, and stumbled down the cave. Behind her, she hear the pitter-patter of many tiny feet as the spider gave chase. Running as fast as she could in the dim lighting, she rounded a corner, and found herself blinded by the light of the sun, shining into the mouth of the cave. Running blind, she tripped over a rock, and tumbled to the ground. Quickly, she rolled over, and she heard a fleshy smack against stone as the spider landed right where she had been.

Rolling again, she stopped facing up, and her eyes adjusted enough to see a small shape arc through the air, aiming for her face. She raised her arms and grabbed at the air, managing to get a hold of two of the spider’s skinny legs. It squirmed and struggled, gnashing its dripping fangs at her, struggling to get a bite.

Featherpaw focused on the pig, and her transformation started. First, a snout pushed its way out of her face, and two large ears replaced her small ones. She felt herself gaining weight, putting on pound after pound, and a curly tail burst from her tailbone. Her skin turned pink, and still she grew. Finally, her hands and feet morphed into hooves, and the spider slipped free.

It attacked her, biting and scratching, but the transformation was complete, and every attack was absorbed by a thick layer of pink fat. Grunting, Featherpaw struggled to her feet, all four of them. The spider clung to her back, digging in its claws, and it grabbed a layer of fat between its fangs and tried to bite through.

Quickly, before it could pierce her skin with its deadly fangs, Featherpaw threw herself to the side, rolling completely over on her back. She heard a wet squelch as the spider was crushed beneath her weight, and she heaved a deep breath of relief.

And then she thought about what was now all over her back, and nearly barfed. Quickly, she rubbed as much as she could onto the rock, and then reversed the transformation, turning back into a normal, two legged player.

She looked at the smear on the floor, and was relieved that it wasn’t nearly as gross as she thought it would be. Carefully, she picked something out of the mess, wiped it off and stuck it in her satchel. Then, with a final glance behind her, to make sure no more spiders were chasing, she walked out of the cave and back into the jungle.

...

Uranium shook his compass, hoping it was wrong. But the needle pointed right back where it started; into the jungle. He stared at the mess of vines and plants despairingly, then sighed. If the last player was in there, he was going to have to go find them. He pushed his way into the thick foliage, and was instantly lost in the greenery.

Slicing through the underbrush, he forced his way through, pushing and shoving past the tangle of vines. Finally, he burst out into a small clearing, and put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath from the suffocating enclosure of the jungle. Standing up, he pulled out the compass again, and watched the needle drift around, pointing a bit to his right. But then it moved again, circling around to his other side. He looked up at the ferns around him. Whoever it was, the last player was right outside the clearing, circling around him. He tucked the compass away, and raised his sword, ready to block if he needed to.

And that's when the bull crashed out of the underbrush, charging straight for him.

...

Featherpaw rushed toward the player in the clearing, bellowing at the top of her cow lungs. Hopefully this battle would be over quickly. She lowered her head and charged, smashing her heavy horns into his chest.

It was like she had headbutted a very solid brick wall. Her heavy cow body rebounded off of his chest, and she collapsed to the ground, disoriented. As soon as she had touched him, the transformation ended, and she quickly shrunk down into a player again, the horns dissolving into her head, the tail slooping back up into her back, and her hooves separating into fingers again.

She shook her head, trying to pull herself together, and looked up at the player she had hit. The good thing was, he seemed to have the air knocked out of him too, even if he hadn’t moved an inch. Being charged by a bull would do that to you. He winced as he touched his chest, probably having been bruised from the horns. But he took a deep breath, and glared down at her. “You all think you can just push me over, don’t you? You're the third person to try that on me." He narrowed his eyes. "And you are the third person that is going to lose because of it."

He raised his sword, and swung down. Featherpaw rolled to the side, and the sword plunged into the thick grasses of the jungle, which is probably what saved her. The player struggled to pull his sword out of the ground, and Featherpaw took the opportunity to scramble to her feet and dash into the jungle. She turned, hidden by the leaves, and watched him. He yanked again, and his sword came free, tearing from the grass. Turning to the jungle, he called out. "You can hide, but eventually we will have to fight again! You are the last player between me and victory, and even your biggest, toughest animal morph couldn't budge me!"

Featherpaw reached into her pack and pulled a small item out. Then maybe instead of my biggest animal, I should use my smallest.

She focused on the ocelot.

...

Uranium peered into the shadows of the jungle, straining for a glance of the girl who had attacked him. He was sure she wouldn't give up, not now that it was just them. So he had to be ready for any attack, no matter how large.

The leaves rustled to the right of him, and he spun toward the sound, glaring into the ferns. Something was moving, something small. He took a step toward it, sword raised. And then another patch of leaves rustled, behind him. Turning around, he caught sight of a long, spotted tail as it disappeared into the underbrush.

He crouched, ready to leap at any moment, listening carefully. More leaves rustled, to his left, and he leapt toward it, hacking and slicking into the bushes. But there was nothing there.

Frustrated, he put a hand to his mouth and called out. "You can keep up this game forever, but eventually I'll get you! Or if I don't, the endgame will!"

Suddenly, the bushes behind him shook, and he spun on his heel to look at it. As soon as he turned away, something small and light jumped on his back, and he felt something scratch his neck. Slapping his hand to the spot, he straightened up, and an ocelot jumped over his head and rolled into the grass. Already it was growing, the transformation deactivating once she attacked, and he stared at her, bewildered. "You scratched me? How weak is that?" He snorted. "Sorry to say it, but your tiny cat claws aren't going to take me down."

She stood up, and spat something into her hand. "That wasn't my claws."

Uranium took a step forward, and realized he was feeling a bit dizzy. "You bit me then? How is that any better?" He took another step forward, and nearly fell over.

The girl raised her hand into the air. "I scratched you alright. With the fang of a cave spider." She smiled at him. "I think you know what that means."

His brain seemed to be in a fog. "That means... That means you... you poisoned me!" Furious, he tried to jump forward and smash her with his sword, but instead he toppled to the ground, awkwardly landing, face-first, in the dirt.

Rolling over, he looked up at the sky. The edges of his vision were turning black, and the light started to dim. Right before everything went black, a face, silhouetted against the sun, leaned over him. "You said you beat two others with that trick? Well, I guess third time's the charm."

The last thing he heard before the fog swallowed him was a notification:

SouperUranium has been eliminated! _Featherpaw_ wins!

The End.

 

Heeey is your name Featherpaw because of the Warriors series? I've been re-reading that recently, and love the books

 

Uh well I kinda wanted to give other people a chance to get in, since I am only using a limited amount of Players per story...

I could make you an extra though, mentioned in the story but not a main character, if you want.

 

One more! Anyone else?

 

Haha yep! You weren't technically in the last one, as a main character, so I'll add you to this one for sure!
Oooh Anchor will be interesting to write...

That's all, folks! I'll write the story, and have it up within a couple days, hopefully!

 

@_Featherpaw_ @SouperUranium @Turmac @Stormneo @bunnybird12 @Mattyz_ @XxCobWebxX I finished! Sorry that its a little late. But I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it!
(Sorry for accidentally tagging you on the other post )