A/N: Hi! Mooshroom here! Thanks for clicking on my story! I apologize, this chapter is a little slow, as it is introductory. Chapter 2 will be out soon!

I wasn't a bad kid. Just an unruly one. But in Testificate, my family's village, if you so much as moved another person's drink, then you could be sentenced to the Pit of Death. I had done worse, so honestly I wasn't that surprised when the village court decided they were through trying to reform me. I think that was right after I had "borrowed" Villager #47's wooden hoe without permission. The police force had thrown me in a stronghold beneath the well, telling me my trial would be in 3 days. I had yelled, thrown chests, and attacked the floor, but eventually I just decided that it could all just go to the Nether. I didn't care. Notch, I didn't care. I fell in a heap on the floor, trying to ignore the fact that unlike the villagers, I needed a bed to sleep, and no one had bothered to give me one. I eventually drifted into a dreamlike state, awaiting the decision.

I awoke to a blinding ray of sunshine, which meant someone had opened up the entrance. I felt a mixture of anger and relief. I was angry I would have to sit through the noobish trial, but I was glad that at least I was getting out of that Notch-forbidden stronghold.

"Come on, boy!" It was the police chief. He wrapped a lead around my wrists and walked me up the stairs. I didn't bother resisting. I could have taken him, and his deputy, and the half-dozen additional guards that waited at the bottom of the well. But, what good would that have done? I would be in more trouble, and I knew I couldn't take out every villager and player resident of Testificate. Not just because I didn't have the physical strength, but also because although I wouldn't ever admit it, I wouldn't have the heart to harm the few friends I did have. So I allowed myself to be half-dragged into the courthouse. It was a musty old place, with oakwood beams and cobblestone flooring. It smelled like the butcher's back pen, which, is to say, like 15 barn animals were crammed into a space for 5. I took my place, meeting the judge's severe green eyes with my own cool, blue ones. He didn't scare me. He was only Villager #23, a farmer. He banged a stick on the podium to demand order.

"We are here today to witness the trial of Michael Calligan. Mr. Calligan, how do you plead?" I rolled my eyes, taking out a stone sword and slowly carving "Mike Rulz" into the desk.

"Guilty." I announced, without looking up. I heard a few stifled gasps from the jury. It was ridiculous, really. They had known me my whole stay at the village. I'd started my life of crime by stealing an emerald when I was 6. They knew I didn't take these things seriously. The judge sighed.

"Michael," he said, forgetting his formalities, "Are you aware that you have committed a serious offense against Testificate?"

"Yes, sir."

"And are you aware that this is not the first, but only the latest, of a series of ongoing crimes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you understand why I have to charge you as I will?"

"Of course, sir." He leaned back in his chair, closing his Emerald eyes for a moment. When he opened them, I could see all relation and sympathy gone. For the first time, I felt scared.

"Michael, I herby sentence you to...A lifetime in the End." I heard a scream. I whirled around to see my mother sobbing. She clutched my little brother's hand, tears streaming down her face, falling into her frizzy brown hair.

"N-No! P-Please judge! H-Have mercy on my son!" I felt my gut twist. Notch's beard,what had I done?

"Your son has been shown enough mercy." Villager #23's voice was cold. "It's time to take action. He will enter the portal tomorrow. Now sit down!" Mom glared at him. For a split-second, I thought she was going to attack him. Then...

"Denise, please." My father spoke up. You wouldn't think his simply asking would get him anywhere, but he had a sort of quiet power, always surrounding him.

"Think of the children. Think of Mitch." He gestured to my brother who sat silent and confused, watching their faces. "Denise, sit down." My mother sat.

"Oh George!" She sobbed into his shoulder. My heart was being torn into tiny pieces. I wasn't concerned about myself, even though the End was little more than a death sentence. I wanted to help my parents. A row behind them to the left I saw my best friends, Kimmy and #7. Kimmy had a tight grip on her sword. I met her eyes and my heart jumped again at what I saw. Go, her eyes screamed at me, I will fight them. I gulped and shook my head. She didn't need to get hurt because of my noobish-ness. I wasn't going to run. #7 stared blankly ahead, in shock. Despite the fact that Kimmy and I were players, and he was a villager, we'd always been best friends. I'd been an idiot. I was going to destroy everyone's lives.

Abruptly I noticed a ridiculously short villager hurry up to the judge. He whispered something, and #23's expression shifted into something unreadable. He straightened and banged his stick.

"Order!" He met my eyes once again."There is...another option." My heartbeat quickened. Another option? There was a way out of it. I opened my mouth, but my voice faltered. I tried again.

"What is it?" #23 almost smiled. Though I had just been sentenced to the End, I wasn't prepared for the words that came.

"The Survival Games."

A/N: And that's it for chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed, despite the slowness. :) Please review, follow and favorite, and of course keep on being awesome! I am accepting OCs for this story, just add them to your review! I need their name/username, age (approximate is fine), apperance, personality, weapon of choice, backstory (why are they in the Games? Choice? Force?), whether or not you want them to be on Mike's team, and their major allies and enemies. If you want to provide additional information, go on ahead! Thanks again!

-ThatRandomMooshroom