This one is very long so be ready. @RealParasitz, @CharlieWK, @DutchMTC, @Ironnose
As the golden rays of the sun painted the horizons of MunchyMc survival, a symphony of possibilities unfolded. A new day, pregnant with promises of new beginnings, ushered in a whirlwind of adventures, forging bonds of camaraderie, igniting fierce conflicts, and weaving intricate tapestries of chaos.
Amidst the bustling landscapes, players scattered like sparks, each embarking on their unique endeavours. Some delved deep into treacherous mines in search of elusive gold, while others honed their skills in the art of mcmmo, tirelessly striving for mastery. The rhythmic thuds of hammers echoed as builders erected their architectural marvels, dotting the vibrant terrain. And yes, even amidst the harmonious pursuits, the occasional scoundrel reveled in their power, reducing the unfortunate pesusalla to mere playthings in their relentless quest for dominance. Yet, amidst the tapestry of activities, a spirit of goodwill pervaded, exemplified by kind souls extending helping hands to those lost in the labyrinthine realms.
The chat, a bustling marketplace of ideas and emotions, danced with animated conversations, filling the digital air with joy and tranquility. It was a reflection of the harmonious tapestry that the community strived to weave—a sanctuary where mirth and peace thrived.
However, the tranquil equilibrium teetered precariously as an unexpected announcement splashed across the screens.
[Broadcast]: Hosting waterdrop for 1 spring crate key! /tpa Alkemystix to join! Please put away all your items because you will die!
[Broadcast]: Hosting waterdrop for 1 spring crate key! /tpa Alkemystix to join! Please put away all your items because you will die!
[Broadcast]: Hosting waterdrop for 1 spring crate key! /tpa Alkemystix to join! Please put away all your items because you will die!
With those fateful words, chaos incarnate awakened from its slumber. Like moths to a flame, players from diverse corners of the server converged upon the call—Kit mains, prison mains, woolwars mains, and even event enthusiasts. The lure of rewards intertwined with the thrill of danger, and their hearts pulsed with an insatiable thirst for bloodshed.
Alkemystix, the audacious host of this twisted spectacle, understood the nature of his creation. Instantaneously, a torrential downpour of teleportation requests flooded his interface, each one a plea to partake in the dark carnival that awaited. With an exhilarating surge of power, he accepted every request, one after another, whisking the eager combatants away to a celestial tower that pierced the heavens—a soaring testament to Norwegian grandeur.
The tower, adorned with opulent embellishments, stood as a testament to Alkemystix’s artistic prowess, a sanctuary poised to witness the forthcoming chaos. As the players materialised on its lofty platform, their eyes sparkled with anticipation, their hearts drumming with adrenaline. The stage was set, and the script remained unwritten, as the denizens of MunchyMc survival prepared to unleash their battle cries and clash in a symphony of fierce competition.
In the vast sea of players, a handful of remarkable individuals emerged, their names whispered in hushed reverence among the community. Legends in their own right, they had carved their names into the annals of MunchyMc survival, leaving behind a trail of victories and shattered dreams.
Among these luminaries stood Parasitz, a paragon of resilience and unmatched skill in events such as PvP and waterdrop. His name reverberated through the server, a testament to his indomitable spirit and unwavering determination.
CharlieWK, a mischievous jester, floated effortlessly through events as if they were mere trifles. With an air of nonchalance, he turned challenges into lighthearted walks, leaving both opponents and spectators in awe of his effortless prowess.
Pingu_God, an enigmatic genius, possessed a mind that danced on the edge of madness and brilliance. His revolutionary strategies and unconventional approaches had propelled him to conquer nearly insurmountable feats, captivating the imaginations of all who witnessed his audacious exploits.
Ironnose, a name that resonated across the realms of MunchyMC, stood as a living legend. Bestowed with the title of MunchyOTY, his presence alone commanded respect, his exploits etching themselves into the very fabric of the server’s history.
And then, there was DutchMTC, a deity of the waterdrop realm. Her mastery of the game transcended mortal comprehension, her skills dwelling in a realm beyond the ordinary. To witness her in action was to witness a force of nature, both awe-inspiring and undeniably dangerous.
Alongside these titans, a chorus of other esteemed players gathered, their names etched into the tapestry of MunchyMc survival. skepiwi, Candlea, Tarteris, Moumik, Vicvi, pesusalla, Evillrat, and countless others, all drawn to the allure of this momentous event. It was a gathering of the server’s most seasoned regulars, each eager to test their mettle in the crucible of impending doom.
As the players braced themselves for the imminent trials, a final clarion call reverberated through the digital realm, emanating from Alkemystix himself.
[Broadcast]: Hosting waterdrop for 1 spring crate key! /tpa Alkemystix to join! Please put away all your items because you will die! LAST CALL
The words hung in the air, their weight palpable. Adrenaline coursed through the veins of every participant, their hearts pounding in anticipation. The final countdown had begun, marking the precipice of a breathtaking journey that would test their skills, push their limits, and ignite the flames of competition that burned within their souls. In this decisive moment, the players prepared to embark on a dance with destiny, their fates entwined as they sought to seize victory from the jaws of impending chaos.
As the requests for teleportation ceased, signaling the commencement of the game, a hushed anticipation fell upon the players. Alkemystix, like a celestial being, hovered above the throng, exuding an air of authority that brought order to the chaotic scene.
[Broadcast]: Rules: The use of any perks, including fly, pets, disguises, and similar advantages, is strictly forbidden. Block glitching and reteleporting into the game after death are also prohibited. Any unfair advantage will result in immediate disqualification.
[Broadcast]: H2P: Jump in water and survive or noob.
With these instructions ringing in their ears, the players began to assemble in a vast congregation near the gate that led to the towering jumping platform. A spectacle unfolded before their eyes—a mesmerizing display of unity and determination. Co-hosts soared through the air, diligently maintaining order amidst the pulsating energy, while Alkemystix, the mastermind behind it all, made final preparations for the grand spectacle.
Beyond the gate, a magnificent sight awaited them—a colossal circular arena adorned with a central void, reminiscent of a mouthwatering donut. Nestled within the depths of this hole, encapsulated by a cube-like structure, lay a shimmering pool of water—an oasis of safety, beckoning the players to take the plunge.
[Broadcast]: Round 1, Jump!
The words reverberated throughout the server, echoing in the hearts of the participants. A collective surge of adrenaline coursed through their veins as they readied themselves for the first trial. Like brave warriors preparing to face their ultimate test, they positioned themselves at the precipice of destiny, their eyes fixed on the target that awaited them below.
The gate swung open wide, unleashing a surge of anticipation as the crowd surged forward, plunging into the unknown depths. Some leaped without hesitation, embracing the thrill of immediate action. Others, including seasoned veterans and wide-eyed novices, approached the edge with caution, taking their time to assess their options. Amidst the chaos, unfortunate souls found themselves shoved off prematurely, meeting an untimely demise.
The body of water, at this stage, remained devoid of any obstacles. It served as a simple test, befitting the opening round. However, as time progressed, the challenges would amplify in complexity and intensity. The final few to take the leap included pesusalla, a hesitant participant who stood trembling at the edge, awaiting a respite from her apprehension before braving the jump. Unbeknownst to her, Pingu_God loomed behind, seizing the opportune moment to play the role of mischief-maker, propelling her into an untimely and undeserved demise.
“pesusalla fell off the stairs!” The system message blared across the chat, swiftly followed by a cascade of similar notifications, signifying the multitude of players who failed to make the cut. Despite the apparent simplicity of the jump, a significant number of participants stumbled and faltered. Whether it was the overwhelming rush of simultaneous leaps or simply a lack of skill, the reasons varied.
The survivors regrouped near a water elevator, which whisked them back up to the waiting room. The once bustling space had considerably thinned out, although a sizeable contingent still lingered, awaiting their next chance at triumph.
With the return of the slower players, the gates of both the elevator and the jumping platform sealed shut once more, effectively confining the participants within. Alkemystix, assuming their role as the orchestrator of the event, commenced preparations for the second round. This time, an obstacle obstructed the path to the water—a wooden plank spanning from side to side, presenting an added challenge to safely navigate into the depths.
[Broadcast]: Round 2, Jump!
Once again, the gateway swung open, and the eager players surged forward, flooding the arena while the waiting room emptied further. Alas, a few unfortunate souls collided with the wooden obstruction, their journey cut short by an untimely demise.
“Moumik hit the ground too hard!” The message mourned the unfortunate fate of Moumik, who failed to progress beyond round two, their journey abruptly truncated.
The surviving players ascended once more to the waiting room, repeating the cycle of anticipation and trepidation. The process unfolded repeatedly, with each subsequent round claiming a dwindling number of contenders.
[Broadcast]: Round 3, Jump!
“Vicvi died!” “EvillRat fell off the stairs!” The updates flickered across the screen, relaying the casualties of round three.
[Broadcast]: Round 4, Jump!
“Tarteris thought they saw water down below!” The mishap befalling Tarteris served as a reminder that appearances could indeed be deceiving.
[Broadcast]: Round 5, Jump!
“Candlea didn’t take the easy way down!” The quip hinted at Candlea’s unfortunate encounter with an unexpected twist during the descent.
[Broadcast]: Round 6, Jump!
[Broadcast]: Round 7, Jump!
[Broadcast]: Round 8, Jump!
[Broadcast]: Round 9, Jump!
As the rounds progressed, the announcements became a chorus of short-lived victories and unexpected defeats, weaving a tapestry of triumph and disappointment for all to witness.
Round 10 loomed before them, the dwindling number of participants standing as a testament to their unwavering dedication. Among the diehard experts who persevered were Parasitz, Ironnose, DutchMTC, CharlieWK, Pingu_God, and a surprising underdog—amy2017. While all eyes fixated on the seasoned champions, amy2017 defied expectations, surviving round after round with unwavering determination. Now, she stood shoulder-to-shoulder with giants, determined to claim victory and rewrite the narrative of age-old legends.
But would fate favour her? Or would the myths themselves prevail?
[Broadcast]: Round 10, Don’t die.
The gate swung open with an eerie creak, revealing the familiar yet slightly altered jumping platform. One by one, the remaining players cautiously approached the edge, peering down at the water concealed by fences—only allowing passage to those with absolute precision. Taking their time, they meticulously aligned themselves for the impending leap. DutchMTC and CharlieWK wasted no time, effortlessly descending within the blink of an eye. It seemed almost effortless for them. Gradually, the others followed suit, each attempting the jump with varying degrees of success.
This stage struck fear into the hearts of many, acting as an insurmountable obstacle for most. amy2017 prepared herself for the jump, focusing on aligning her position with utmost precision. With a brief step backward, she launched herself into the void, her gaze fixed on the small hole below.
“amy2017 missed a step!” The announcement reverberated through the chat, signalling the unfortunate demise of the underdog. Rest in peace, amy2017, valiant contender.
Only 5 remain, each standing at the precipice of greatness.
The atmosphere within the waiting room grew increasingly tense as the five finalists awaited their turn. A palpable sense of rivalry permeated the air, suffocating anyone who dared to step foot in the room. Even Alkemystix, the esteemed host, felt the flutter of butterflies in his stomach as the climactic conclusion drew near.
With meticulous care, Alkemystix crafted round 11, an unforgiving challenge that surpassed its predecessors in difficulty. Wooden fences and stone walls intertwined, shrinking the opening into a minuscule target. The precision required to navigate these treacherous leaps was nothing short of extraordinary, akin to threading a needle in a tempestuous storm.
[Broadcast]: Round 11, die.
The gate opened with agonising slowness, emphasising that the true test had only just begun. The remaining five contestants stepped forward, each staking their claim on a specific spot from which they intended to make their leap. True to form, DutchMTC led the charge, executing the jump with flawless grace. CharlieWK, fueled by his competitive spirit, hastily followed suit, narrowly avoiding collision with the fence by a hair’s breadth. Pingu_God and Parasitz adopted a more deliberate approach, carefully calculating their moves, while Ironnose, in a momentary lapse, misjudged his preparation and leaped prematurely.
“Ironnose failed to see the window!” The announcement echoed through the chat, marking a truly unfortunate demise. Perhaps it was a mere mishap, or perchance his computer betrayed him.
As the number dwindled to a mere four, the symphony of diminishing players echoed through the virtual realm. It was a melody that resonated with both the eager spectators, brimming with heightened expectations and exhilaration, and the remaining contestants, their focus honed to razor-sharp precision. Even the hosts, including Alkemystix himself, found themselves grappling with the challenge of devising obstacles worthy of these extraordinary finalists, whose unrivalled prowess left them bereft of conventional ideas. Within the compressed span of time, a flurry of events unfolded, each bearing its own weight and significance.
With an air of anticipation, Alkemystix and the co-hosts embarked on the task of crafting round 12. A pivotal moment of transformation. Gone were the familiar encumbrances of wooden fences and stone walls. In their place, a solitary hole beckoned, its size deceptively normal. However, adjacent to it stood a piston, oscillating back and forth, alternately concealing and revealing the void. This leap demanded a far greater attribute than mere skill—it called for the capricious favour of luck.
Luck, that elusive mistress, eluded even the most consummate of experts. While it could be harnessed to a certain extent, its ultimate sway rested in the hands of fate. The very prospect of this jump sent shivers down the spines of the so-called virtuosos, for it defied the realms of predictability and thrust their destinies into the unpredictable abyss. As the clock relentlessly ticked toward its climax, the contestants teetered on the precipice of their own demise.
[Broadcast]: Round 12, May the odds be forever in your favour.
As the finalists stood on the precipice of uncertainty, their hands moist with anticipation, they inched closer to the edge that marked the boundary between life and impending doom. Even the seasoned DutchMTC, known for her audacious feats, approached the precipice with a newfound trepidation. Each contender aligned themselves meticulously, positioning their virtual avatars with precision, attuning their senses to the precise moment when the universe would grant them the sliver of opportunity.
Amidst the palpable tension, Pingu_God attempted to decipher the intricate calculus of falling speed and the optimal timing required to navigate the treacherous descent. Alas, the capricious nature of unforeseen variables, such as lag, rendered such calculations futile. In the face of the inscrutable, their only recourse was to leap into the void and entrust their fate to the gods.
And so, with bated breath, they took the plunge. CharlieWK, summoning the last vestiges of courage, hurled himself into the abyss, hurtling through the air with an unmistakable sense of foreboding. The atmosphere grew chill, and a shiver coursed down his spine.
“CharlieWK made a fatal misstep!” Death’s icy embrace claimed him, relentless in its pursuit of even the most formidable players. Against this remorseless behemoth, prowess held no sway.
Next in line was DutchMTC, her audacity temporarily quelled by the inescapable grip of mortality. Her faith in invincibility shattered, she too succumbed to the merciless fate that awaited her.
“DutchMTC’s hubris led to her downfall!” The self-proclaimed “God” had fallen, eliciting a flicker of hope in the hearts of the remaining contestants. With the titan of waterdrop vanquished, a glimmer of possibility ignited within their souls. Yet, the final two contenders harboured little concern for DutchMTC’s absence; they recognized that their true opponent now stood before them, a worthy adversary in their own right.
Parasitz and Pingu_God, now positioned on opposite ends, peered down at the rhythmic movement of the piston. Their eyes locked, filled with equal parts determination and apprehension. In unison, they leaped into the abyss, hurtling through space with increasing velocity, closing in on the ever-approaching piston.
“Pingu_God faltered in the face of adversity!” The message flashed across the screen, heralding the decisive moment that crowned a victor.
[Broadcast]: Parasitz emerged triumphant! Congratulations!
Thus, the curtain fell on this game—a realm where skill reigned supreme, where survival belonged solely to the elite. Unless, of course, the whimsical host decided to introduce pistons into the equation, in which case, luck usurped the throne.
The end.
