They are the crafters, the designers, stuck in 3-H, in the "H as in the Hermit" class. Discriminated and bullied by all those above them just because they're bad at sports. Everybody ignores, underestimates, and laughs at them. They are easy targets, the weaklings, the jokes of this damned school that's ruled over by Stanley "Stan" Twitt. Until four people get sick of it all. Minecraft Championship never saw this coming. - A dramatic retelling of the MCC9 Blue Bats' legendary victory in fanfiction form. (Crossposted on ao3)