Welcome to the first chapter of Our Differences Don't Divide Us! This based around one of my favorite YouTubers, BAJANCANADIAN! And Team Crafted with friends is included. This idea of a story struck me, and I can't wait to see who wants to read it, and who enjoys it! So if you like it, stick around if you'd like! This is either Mitch's PoV, or the area around the girl! I'm not telling her name, you'll have to find out!

Also, recording videos is with a hat cam, chat appears in the player's vision, and the Hunger Games is in an arena controlled by people outside, like the real Hunger Games, but respawn is an option as a pig.

Prologue in Mitch's PoV

These five years of my life changed my perspective on the world. Forever. How the end of Minecraftia came so close, and how many times my heart almost gave up. But I know that will never be the issue. At least for now.

Mitch's PoV

"Hey guys, it's Mitch, or BajanCanadian, and I'm here with the 367th episode of the HUNGER DEANS!" I cry out. Jerome and I were recording again with our fabulous hat cams. "TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT!" Jerome yells, laughing in the process. I turn and do spot him to the left of me and chuckle.

The time immediately dropped to 0, and I raced off the middle. "Oh, biggums, I hit lucky. I got a stone sword with some fine melons!" Jerome says. I hear the familiar blocky sound of people getting hit, the 'blood' effect splattering everywhere. "I got food and a hat." I mutter. Just great. Then I scream when a hand comes banging down on my head and one of my hearts get erased.

"AH, HALP MEH. I'M GETTING FISTED." I yell. I whip out the carrot and juke the best that I could, but the guy had a wood sword. "Run, dood!" Jerome says, and I do. I book it, desperately trying to open chests along the way. Finally, one chests opens and I slam my hand into, grabbing whatever I could in the spit second. "OH! I got lucky! I GOT FREDRICK!" I cry out.

I turn around and whack the guy, but I had doubt. I only had four hearts. "Mitch, don't leave me, win!" Jerome cheers. My throat clogs up when I finally reach 1 heart, and the guy explodes into a burst of loot. "YEAH!" We both yell. I collect his boobplate and lingerie leggings.

"I believed in you the whole time!" Jerome says.

"Really?" I ask.
"No."

"Wow. That's harsh."

We both laugh it off. Immediately, Jerome pops up from behind me. I turn around to greet him, when I notice the guy chasing him. "Jerome, look out, he's got an iron sword!" I warn. I grip the handle of Fredrick and race towards the guy, possibly intimidating him because he flipped around and ran for his life! "GET HIM!" I yell. Jerome almost stomps over me as we both dive for the kill.

I pause to Katniss him, and he blows up into another pile of loot. I stop into the puddle and toss things out of my inventory, trying to get the sword. "Wait, I have to get the sword so you can have Fred." I say. Suddenly, Jerome spots a planted lever in the midst of the items. "Mitch! Did you just place down that?" He asks. I look at him in surprise.

"What?" I ask.

"The lever!"

"Huh? No, I didn't place anything down. We can't."

We both stare at it in the confusion. A sly smile spreads across Jerome's face. "Les pull it!" He calls out in surprise. I look at him cautiously. "Are you sure? Is that a really good idea?" I respond. Jerome just shrugs. "I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen? Maybe it's just a plugin that gives us items." He replies.

I return my gaze to the lever. Yeah. Maybe he's right. I bend down and wrap my hand around handle, before slowly pulling it backwards. Then, a scream rings out in the air.

All the lights cut out. The arena suddenly turned dark. I gasp and lunge backwards, my vision suddenly giving out. Jerome tosses a Night Vision potion 3:00 on us both, and my render distance increases. "Mitch, what did you do?!" He says. "I don't know!" I reply anxiously. I start to panic, the darkness was getting to me.

I hear the familiar whirring sound that usually occurred when the game was over, but there was still 11 tributes remaining. What was going on? The arena shuts down; a brief light transports Jerome and I back to the lobby. Tributes, the spectators, and the admins appeared before me. Worried cries were rising from the crowd. One admin I knew, Joseph, suddenly directed the crowd to the window. I managed to get a glance and couldn't believe my eyes: Outside was pitch dark, just like the building and the arena.

"What happened?!"

"What's going on?!"

"I was just grabbing things from a chest and then the lights cut off!"

"What the hell?!"

Panicked voices rose, and I spotted Jerome at the front of everybody, staring out the window with a feared look. Admin Marian runs up to explain. "All the games suddenly blacked out, and the arena commands shut down! The only thing we could do was get everybody out of their current game!" Her female voice shouts over the crowd. I glance at Jerome with a worried look. "What did we do?!" I hissed to him.

And… that's the beginning of a suspense-filled adventure!

Mitch: WHAT?! Jerome, dis is your fault!

Jerome: I'm sorry, me was curious!

Sky: Is anyone else gonna be in this story besides them?
Me: yeah, you and Team Crafted appear in the next chappie!

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