A/N: Welcome, one and all, to my first Minecraft fanfiction! In this story, I will be sharing some ongoing adventures of me in Minecraftia! All names will be changed and stories will be over-dramatized for your enjoyment.

CHAPTER ONE: A Tale of Success

I had been ripped from my family and chosen to take part in the Survival Games (again). Now, as I stood in my starting spot, waiting for the countdown to end and my survival to be put to the test, thoughts ran through my head, namely about how goddamn cheap that last round was.

Stupid guy. He thinks he's so tough because he has an iron axe.

The countdown ended! Almost caught off guard, I sprinted forward towards the cournicopia, with my destiny awaiting. However, when I opened the chests, the cheeky little bastards in the game with me had stolen everything. I was going into battle with nothing. Running from death, I scaled a hill, pausing to catch my breath at the top. Seeing water far below, I hurled myself from the peak, landing with a splash. Not wanting to think about how I should've probably died from a 100-plus foot fall whether or not there was water at the bottom, I swam to the shore. Unfortunately, a guy with a wooden sword and armor landed behind me. Luckily, he didn't notice the defenseless guy in the sunglasses right behind him. I breathed a sigh of relief as I quietly snuck away and into a nearby cave.

I spent about 15 minutes in the cave, not wanting to come out due to an intense fear of being disemboweled by some overpowered jerk in chainmail leggings. I counted my bruises, dried off my clothes, and found out the meaning of existence in this solitary time, which goes to show how long that feels like in Minecraft. When I was certain I was alone, I crept out and looked around. Nearby was a small hill. I climbed it, and saw a ledge further down the arena. I leapt with all my might, and landed gracefully on the ledge. And when I say gracefully, I mean with a sickening CRUNCH.

Well, my ankle's broken.

I collapsed, not wanting to put any pressure on my ruined ankle. I sighed, seeing nobody around and not a single chest on the ledge. There also wasn't a way off of it that didn't invole dying. With my ankle swelling up and my stomach growling, I passed out into a nearby bush.

When I came to, I saw a message informing me that there was 60 seconds left until the arena deathmatch. This got an immediate reaction from me: panic. Desperate for a weapon, I started trying for fashion one from twigs and leaves. It didn't turn out well, so I abandoned it.

15 SECONDS LEFT UNTIL DEATHMATCH.

I knew I was doomed. I had no defenses and my health wasn't regenerating.

5 SECONDS LEFT UNTIL DEATHMATCH.

I shut my eyes and prepared for the end as I felt myself being teleported to the deathmatch arena. I opened my eyes. Around me were several well-armored other competitors. However, I noticed a cache of chests in a tower above the area. Knowing it was my only chance, I dodged through the fighting tributes and climbed the vines to the top of the tower. I grabbed the contents of the chests, finding food, armor, and a stone sword. Down below, I saw that it was down to me and another tribute. Despite my chest-grabbing, he could still easily take me in a fight, seeing as I was injured and all. As he started to climb the vines, I formulated a plan. I placed TNT in his path. He went back down, not taking damage.

Well, there I go.

He made it to the top, using an iron axe to knock me off. Luckily for me, I landed in a pool of water in the deathmatch arena. He stared me down, and proceeded to be an absolute dumbass, jumping off the tower and landing in front of me, out of the water. It was all over. I hit him twice with the sword, taking him out and winning the most glorious Survival Games ever. I hadn't even gotten a weapon until the deathmatch, and I had won the whole shebang. I went back to my dirt house that night feeling plenty accomplished with myself. Unfortunately, griefers blew up said house that night. Well. You can't win 'em all.

A/N: So, how did you like the first edition of Majestic Tales? I'm thinking of running a storyline later on, but in the beginning this fic will just be vignettes based off my true Minecraft experiences. In case you were wondering, yes, this game did happen, and I did win it. :D See ya next time for some more adventures!
-PunkTheRocker

A/N: Welcome back to the second installment of Majestic Adventures! This time, we get to see the beginning of a story arc I'm starting that will take up the next couple chapters.