I Don't Usually Dream... BuT wHeN i Do

Respect for Tieflings

There stood five of us on a multilevel field, quite literally like Minecraft planes. This battle was to be every man for himself: Minecraft Hunger Games. We stood on our platforms and awaited the sound.

A gunshot went off and everyone ran. Except, me; I did not run. I mentally blue screened. There I stood upon my platform, zoned out and unaware. When I zoned in, they were surrounding the person two pedestals down from me, murdering him. There was not a sound or scream to be heard.

Immediately, I started to run, though there was no where really to go. The plot was a rectangle. In the center was a large home made completely of a tinted glass. There was no entrance. In the backyard was two structures: the good boys club and the bad boys club. They were quite small, relatable to a tiny house.

I decided to hide in a bush just long enough to check my stats. My strength was poor, but my dexterity and intelligence were high. A special skill of mine was escaping, which I had learned an ability for. When being chased, a speed multiplier was applied. I was quite literally roleplaying the Hunger Games as my Dungeons 'n' Dragons character: a rogue tiefling.

By the time I was done looking through my stats, all of the other members had died but one. The remaining member approached the bush I was in, which I dashed out of in panic. As they chased me around the plot, a particle effect showed in my field of view. My speed buff was a Minecraft potion effect. I easily outran my opponent. They decided to reverse direction in hopes of catching me that way. Though, the house was glass so it was rather inefficient. We played Ring Around the Rosie for what felt like hours. In doing so, I had the time to realize the character they were assigned: Irelia from League of Legends.

This is fine, I thought to myself. Irelia is underpowered right now anyway. I could not have been more wrong.

My speed started to wear down with famine, and eventually she caught up to me. She slashed my cheek with one of her knives. I started to turn to run away again.

You cannot run away from all of life's problems, my brain said. You are going to starve before she does.

I absolutely can run from all of life's problems. That is what I am doing right now.

You might as well turn and fight her. It is your best chance of winning.

I decided to stop being a coward and turn around to fight. I jabbed at her with my long sword, leaving measly damage to her health bar. She slashed at me with knives, chunking me down just slightly faster. I paused life.

"This hurts just as much as real life. I do not enjoy the texture of your knives." I said it as though it was going to stop her from completely massacring me.

She snickered slightly but did not respond. She unpaused our lives.

Again, I decided to run, hopefully repositioning myself. She entered commands, closing the good boy's club.

"What good is that going to do you?" I asked.

There was no response.

At this moment, it had become apparent I was fighting the gamemaker herself in flesh and blood. They had OP privileges and could end me in a heartbeat if they wanted.

Again, I turned to fight. I jabbed my longsword forward, grazing her side. She jabbed me with more knives.

This sad and pathetic fight went on as our health bars slowly ticked down. At the last fraction of the bar, we both had the same idea: run through. The knife was sunk into my stomach as I pushed forward, running her clean through with my longsword.

Neither of us died immediately. Our health bars ticked down as we bled out. When she died, she disappeared. I knew I was also destined to that fate, but before I did, I entered the bad boy's club. On a laptop, I opened Discord to brag to my friends.

"Guys! You will never believe this. I just kicked ass at Hunger Games! Makaria rules all of the land! Well, actually, not really. I'm bleeding out. Bye guys! I'm better than you!" I hit enter and continued walking around the plot. Eventually, I fell over and died, sinking into the grass just as everyone before me.