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6: Cringe Intensifies* [React to Old Fics]

6: Cringe Intensifies* [React to Old Fics]

Today...I decided to venture to the most deepest and darkest places I rarely go to...

And that is my documents folder.

More importantly: my really (and I mean really) old Yogscast stories.

Oh no...

Why am I doing this?! This isn't even for attention anymore! I'm doing this because I actually want to know how good (or bad) I was when I was much younger and started writingt these sort of things.

Anyhow: this is an old story based around the Yogscast Survival Games, and a parody of the Hunger Games Trilogy. These were a series of chapters. It's rather short, so that's a first reaction to it... Our main character is Zoey and revolves around their Minecraft characters. Let's start.

I'm going to put the story in Italics and then put my comments in Bold.

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Minecraft Survival Games

My eyes flickered open as the dim light of sunrise peeked through the window. This had meant (Oh my that poor grammar)morning was about to break, no skeletons wondering around the cold disserted (And this typo! I think I was trying to say deserted. xD)streets at midnight; zombies crawling alleyways. I got out from my bed, not really looking like a bed, (What the hell do you mean not looking like one? Oh my god)and tied my messy red hair in a high ponytail: just like I am used to. Walking around the house, I checked the other rooms to see if anyone was awake. When I about to go, I see my other friends, sisters we are known a lot, still asleep. Minty was curled up in her bed, cold and worried; and Lomadia doing the same. All of us are.

It has been a week of no food since the outskirts of the forest biome had no sign of living animal(s). Meaning that I couldn't sell any goods at Sips Co: a black-market that sold illegal items such as: potions, ores and all valuables those are unlikely to get in just one poor server like ours: Server 12.

Minecraftia had 13 Severs, 12 servers to be exact; since the rebellion 74 years ago, thus creating the Survival Games. I hated the games, even the reaping made me disgust the people who thought that a game to fight to the death is a just a chest game (I wouldn't say it's a game of inventory and about boxes but okay), and we are the chest pieces.(xD) Every year, when a Minecraftia turns the age of 12 (Minecraft Years), they are entered in a raffle. And every year again, you are entered the amount of times you have been, making it a higher chance on getting picked as one the tributes.

And today was the Reaping. Exiting the back of the house, carrying my bow and a pack of arrows, I hear a hiss behind. I look to see Oce (Pronounce: O-see), (Nice to know that I had to let the reader know immediately how to pronounce the cat's name)her eyes glaring at me. She was Minty's cat that she found at the edge of the wired fence that indicated the border of our server. Minty had tamed it using some fish I had caught the day before, knowing that a cat would be handy to get rid of pests and creepers. But of course, I wasn't a cat lover, or it's just that the feline hated me since I did threaten her by nearly drowning. (Zoey or the cat?)With some persuading, I'm right at this minute, staring at a tabby cat.

I kick the door close and headed for the forest. I knew where to go, me and Teep always hunt together at the woods, knowing that nobody would bother us since it was out of boundaries. As I got to the fence, I ducked under and through a gap that was broken down a while back. My heart pace lifted as I started jogging towards the forest. I got at the hunting spot I use and quietly plucked an arrow from my back. I hear a sound of rustling around me, a few metres beside a small stream that flows towards the lake.