Story HG Story, Community Characters

Well, you said you were the "best PvPer" or something like that, so I decided to run with it, and have you totally destroy everyone, using both your abilities and PvP skills. But of course, the underdog has gotta win (plus @_Featherpaw_ posted first so she got to win ), so I did something other than a fight to take you down.

I do feel kinda bad about killing you twice in a row though... Tell you what, give me two kits, you and an opponent, and a situation, and I'll write a cool fight scene where you come out on top.

Huh? Like, going into an HG game and trying to follow the storyline or...

 

Twelve Vikings, huh? Okedokie

Uranium stepped into the portal, and dropped into another world. Literally dropped, as he spawned right above a ravine. He fell right down to the bottom, bumping the sides as he went, and he silently thanked the coders who had given them invincibility for the first few minutes.

There were only a few seconds left to go, so he quickly checked the game stats. 13 players, huh? Good thing I'm not superstitious. With three seconds left, he braced himself against the wall, and pushed off, flinging himself toward the other side of the ravine. Right before he hit, he felt the strange whoosh as he was teleported back above the ravine. His momentum from the jump carried over, and he flew to the edge of the ravine, landing lightly on the grass.

Straightening up, he dashed forward to the treeline. On the way, he looked around for the other twelve players, and was slightly confused when he didn't see any. He skidded to a stop next to a short tree, and pulled a small wooden axe out of his pack. He looked over it for a moment, noting how unusual it was.

It mostly looked like a normal, if wooden, axe, a little worn around the edges. But all up and down the handle, and on the side of the blade, strange designs curled and twisted, with jagged lines branching off. He almost regretted using it to do something so menial as cut down a tree.

He raised the axe, ready to swing it into the side of the tree, when a player stepped out from behind the trunk. Surprised, Uranium took a step backwards. The player was big, beefy almost, and Uranium wondered how he could have ever hidden behind the one block truck.

Taking comfort that invincibility was still active, he resumed cutting down the tree. But he was a bit unnerved at how the other player stared at him as he worked. He quickly broke down a couple logs, and gathered them up. He created a crafting table, then turned away from the player and put it down. He made some sticks, and was in the process of making a wooden pick, when a stone axe crashed down in the middle of his table, scattering the ingredients.

Indignant, he looked up to glare at whoever had done that, and he found himself face to face with three beefy players, wearing sheepskin vests and each carrying a stone axe, except the one that was now buried in his crafting table. Swallowing his shock, he tried to pour as much criticism into his voice as he could. "That was rude. Can't you be a bit of a better sport?"

As he watched, two more players stepped out from behind the trees in front of him, and rustling from behind told him that more had appeared. It was an ambush.

One of the big players spoke up. "You are in the Vikings' game."

Another one from the side opened his mouth. "You are trespassing on our land, in our fight."

The biggest player of all stepped forward. "I hope you are ready to die."

For a moment, everyone stood and stared at each other. And then Uranium spun around and dashed through the reaching arms of the Vikings behind him. He sprinted across the meadow, and behind him, a shouting, cheering, jeering roar started up, and he heard the pounding of many feet on the dirt and grass as they gave chase.

Suddenly, an axe flew by his head, embedding itself in the ground before him. Startled, he swerved to the right, just in time, as another axe whizzed by, right where he had been. Zigging and zagging across the grass, Uranium dodged back and forth as a flurry of deadly blades rained down from above.

Suddenly, he found himself at the edge of the ravine from earlier, and he skidded to a stop, teetering over the edge. Looking down the steep cliffs, he saw ores and caves branching off in every direction. At the bottom of the ravine, a long, deep pool of water glistened in the dim light.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the pack of vikings rapidly approaching. The leader surged forward, and cupped a hand around his mouth. "You can't escape the Vikings! Give up now!"

Taking a deep breath, Uranium jumped.

He landed in the pool, and the cold water closed over his head. He kicked his way to the surface, and swam over to the edge. He climbed out, water dripping from his hair and his clothes, and looked up at the edge. A crowd of Vikings had gathered there, peering down at him. The leader, after a moments hesitation, leaned over and shoved one of the other Vikings over, and with a shout of surprise, he plummeted into the pool. The others quickly followed, splashing down one by one.

As each one surfaced, they had to duck out of the way of the others, and the pool quickly became a chaotic mess of Vikings. Their sheepskin vests became sodden and heavy with water, dragging at them and pulling them down, making it hard to swim. They gasped for breath, and bumped into each other as they doggy-paddled around the pool. Uranium grinned at the sight.

He raised his axe into the air. "I don't need to escape the Vikings."

A notification popped up;
Invincibility has ended.

Holding the wooden handle of the axe with both hands, he pointed it at the pool. "I am Thor, god of the Vikings!"
All down the handle and up the blade, the engravings lit up, flowing over the axe like serpents, and lighting up the dim ravine with an unearthly glow. Astonished, the lead Viking stared at him.

Out of the sky, a bolt of pure electricity arced down from the clouds, and hit Uranium's axe, then rebounded into the pool. The whole ravine was bathed in a bright light, and Uranium felt his senses get overwhelmed with the sound of crackling, the searing light, and the smell of boiling water.

When the lightning disappeared, all that was left in the pool was a bunch of floating sheepskin vests.

Everyone was eliminated! Uranium wins!