AN: You do not need to have watched Hunger games to understand this. It was just inspired by Hunger games and a bit similar.
"HellioooOOoo hermits! Welcome to… The Hermit trials. Your Hermitcraft Hunger games, practically. I am Dusk. My full gamertag is LulaDusk0474." The new hermit grinned.
"Rule number 863 of Hermitcraft states that Newmits aren't allowed to make up the rules." Ethos stated. A Newmit is a (slightly rude) word for a new hermit who is a noob, and struggling to get the hang of the game.
"I ain't a newmit, newmit. You're the only newmit here! SoooOOoo, anyway, I acknowledge that If y'all want a chance of surviving, I'm sure it's crossed your mind now but y'need to leave. Leave this whole place!" she cheered.
A clamour of cheers greeted this pristine proclamation.
"Buuuut…. Only one person will have a chance of escaping this place."
A garguantuan of groans accompanied this arduously-anticapating revelation.
"Now, the Hermit trials consists of ten rounds. The first round is one where all of the hermits must fight each other to the death! You will be in duos. Now, quickly team up!" she grinned.
There was a major scuffle and fights as everyone chose their pair.
"Mumbo?" Iskall begged, grabbing his legs.
"Sorry, Iskall, Grian's… um… my friend." Mumbo sighed, running to find him.
"Mumbo!" Grian waved.
Within half an hour, duos were made.
"Now…. You can hide, run, anything. The whole area, oh, and by area I mean the five biomes around here; the jungle, the desert, the mesa and the zombified village. It has been closed off. This whole place is an arena! With many mods to change the way the world works, this place is AWESOMMMME! We got Minotaurs, DEADLY creatures stronger then one hundred iron golems. Then they are diamond golems! And netherite golems! And fire golems! And GIANT phantoms that shoot out roast chicken and fire from their massive mouths. There are WAYYY more, that's just a few!" LulaDusk0474 squealed.
"Gee, that's creepy." False raised an eyebrow.
"Yah, yah, anywayziez, yadda yadda ya blahblahblah, let the Hermit Trials BEGINNNN!" she screamed.
The first few second was madness. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as swords stabbed, items spurting around all around them. People were already being eliminated…!
It had only just started.
Grian cut through dirt with his hands and blocked off the hole.
Grian and Mumbo panted.
"Well, we're safe for the meantime." Mumbo grinned.
"We still need food. Also, did you see, on the other side of the madness were shulker boxes. They could be packed to the brim with awesome survival stuff. Let's dig underground and go overground."
Mumbo and Grian dug more and more. They tunneled upwards. Through the hole, Mumbo and Grian stuck their hands out and grabbed all twenty shulker boxes.
"Aw man, this feels so selfish." Mumbo chuckled.
"So what? This is PvP!" Grian grinned.
"I'm just imagining Lula's face right now."
"LOL"
Mumbo put ten of them back.
Inside, on the first slot was a piece of paper. It said:
Hello fellow Hermit! Welcome to the Hermit Trials. You will need to survive as long as possible. In the Hermit Trials, the currency you will all be using is nether stars and slimeballs. One hundred slime balls is a nether star. You can make alliances with these, and trade for both of your benefits. Scamming is allowed. One roast chicken should cost ten slimeballs, maybe. A cake, ohhh the deliciousness, might cost one nether star or so. Anywayz, the different shulker boxes have different amounts of money in it.
The first shulker box contained six slimeballs.
"LAME! That's like, two slices of bread. If we're gonna survive, we neeeeed more!"
The next shulker box contained twenty slimeballs.
"Ooh la la!" he grinned.
The other shulker boxes had:
3
1
6
4
5
8
1
4
"We have fifty eight! That's perfect! We could get a week's worth of food and supplies with it!"
"Also we have two diamond swords! And an iron pickaxe!"
Suddenly, a figure burst through the hole. TWO figures.
"Hey, losers!" ZombieCleo whipped out her iron sword.
"WAI-WAI-WAIT! You. Have. AN IRON SWORD!" Mumbo burst out laughing.
"You won't be laughing when your throat is slit with it." she hissed vituperatively.
Keralis jumped onto them, his wooden sword inches near Mumbo's face.
"Hello." They smirked.
"Uh… Grian? I don't think they're here for a friendly visit."
"Well, obviously. Hah, hah, please sit. We have ten shulker boxes, I'm sure we can trade. You seemed to only get one."
"Trade?"
They handed them the piece of paper.
"We have eleven slimeballs." They stated simultaneously.
"Nice." Grian smirked pompously.
"How about this diamond pickaxe? For an iron one and six slimeballs."
"What should we do?" Cleo snapped at Keralis.
"Nah. Let's not. That's more than HALF of our money!"
They resumed fighting.
"What if I make it… You get this diamond pickaxe if you swap with your iron one, giving us six slimeballs and not killing us?"
"Fine. Deal. You are a tricky one, as always." Cleo sighed, slapping the slime into Grian's outstretched hands. Cleo indifferently tossed them the iron pick, and they did the same with the diamond one.
"Good deal." Mumbo grinned, waving goodbye.
"Wait." Cleo sighed uneasily.
"What?"
"These games are twisted. Stay safe." She smiled.
"Guys, let's team up." Keralis grinned.
They gasped. "Yes. Okay. The more of us, the better."
"Teaming is allowed." Lula's voice whispered. Lula is the host, otherwise known as LulaDusk0474.
"OMIGOSH WHAT THE—"
"She's on spectator mode. She's somewhere above us… or below us, I suppose." Cleo scratched her head thoughtfully.
"CREEEEEEEPY." Mumbo shuddered uneasily.
"Hang on, if we're teamed up, then our money individually doesn't matter. Let's all share our supplies." Grian nodded.
They all split their money.
Just when they gave Keralis three slimeballs, he suddenly cackled menacingly.
"HAH! FOOLS! WE THOUGHT WE'D TEAM UP!?" He chuckled dryly.
"What? No, Keralis! What are you doing?"
"Wait, what? We're actually, sincerely TEAMING WITH THEM? I THOUGH Y-Y-YOU WERE TRICKING THEM, CLEO!"
"No! I was serious. Keralis, you idiot!"
"Well, I don't wanna team with you losers!" he spat.
"Fine. Then we're on separate sides." Cleo hissed.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-WHAT?! OH!" he stuttered uneasily. "I- I didn't, w-what I meant was, I-I- don't want to- um, I—"
A stab through the neck from Cleo's diamond pickaxe was all it took to kill him. The three slimeballs and a slice of cake came from his inventory.
"Phew." Mumbo sighed. "Cleo, do you mind—"
"Yeah, sure, let's share it." she grinned, cutting slices of cake for all of them.
After their fight, their health had really gone down.
"Hang on, everyone, give me your slimeballs! I need a stack! If I'm right…" Grian realised suddenly
"NNNNNNNNNNNNo. Nonono. NiuuuuUUuu." Cleo growled. "Don't tell me you're—"
"No, no, sincerely I swear I'm on your side, it's just, I think if we have a one hundred slimeballs, it might turn into a nether star, since they are equivalent!"
They all gave their slimeballs to Grian.
He put them together. Suddenly, it transformed into a nether star.
"That's great! But we can't turn it back!" Cleo sighed.
The moment she has said that, it turned back into slimeballs.
"WOW THAT IS AWESOME. It does whatever we think of!" Grian beamed.
"Hello, guys! Duh!" Cleo rolled her eyes.
"What? In Minecraft, there's magic." Mumbo pointed out.
"No, if you mean magic, you mean LULA. It's OBVIOUS. She's spectating, she's probably listening now. She has heard, and she's doing it for us." Cleo pointed out.
"You are quite clever little humans, aren't you." A little voice hissed smugly. Lula. Probably.
"Yeah, we are, now leave us alone!" Cleo stabbed air with her diamond pickaxe.
"You can't kill a spectator, Cleo." Mumbo sighed.
"Sigh." Grian sighed.
"Cry" Cleo cried agitatedly.
They dug out into the open.
Nobody was there.
Everyone must have fled.
"Where should we go first, guys?" Cleo asked. "There's the desert, jungle, mesa, zombified village. Oh, and the zombie village is five hundred times larger than a normal village, that's why it's considered a biome."
"Um, let's go to the zombified village first."
"WHAT!?"
"There'll be less people there! Because nobody would go there."
"Good point, but I'm not willing to take the risk. I'm not much of a fan of Zombies." Grian shuddered.
ZombieCleo raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, fine. Zombie village it is."
"We could restore the village!" Cleo gasped.
"In the shulker boxes, we've got five lingering healing potions. But villages have, like, thirty villagers. We can't save them all."
"No, we can! Lingering potions stay for a while and it's effect is stretched really far. If we get all the zombie villagers in one place, we'd only need two! Maybe three. And as a bonus, we'd still have a few lingering healing potions left!"
"Good point! Then let's go to the village!" Mumbo grinned.
The headed to the village. With potions in hand, they stood at the top of a roof.
"It's working. Wait till they all come towards us."
"Hang on, look! There are Iron golems there! How come they haven't killed the zom—"
The question didn't need to be answered, for the golem was near.
It was not an iron golem.
It was a zombie golem.
It jumped up, onto the roof.
"Me Lenny. Lenny like eat small people. Lenny like eat small people pie." The zombie golem grunted in a deep voice.
"Take poppy. I still nice." He smiled. Green slime came from his mouth as he opened it.
It wasn't an ordinary poppy. It was a green poppy.
Cleo hesitantly reached a hand and took it.
The moment she took the poppy, her face turned green. Her entire skin turned green. She had turned into some sort of ZOMBIFIED PLAYER!
"Uh… guys? My controls aren't working!" Cleo gasped.
Suddenly, Cleo walked towards them. She had turned into a zombie. A normal zombie. Arms outstretched, she reached for them. "I can't control. My player is MOVING BY ITSELF!" she shuddered.
She hadn't died.
She wasn't eliminated.
"Har har! Lenny like eat player. Lenny like kill player." He cackled, swinging a giant arm at the two remaining.
They threw the potion. Cleo turned back, and the zombie golem turned back into an iron golem.
"What happen?" The iron golem scratched his head.
"Wait. Sorry, but there are zombies here. WAIT! DON'T KILL THEM! We're gonna fix 'em all up into good little villagers." Mumbo nodded.
"Me happy. Me no like zombies. Me like villagers."
They gathered all of the zombie villagers together and turned them back. They still had two potions left.
"Hello there. I am Celila. I am in charge of this village. We don't usually have outsiders. What brings you here?" she asked.
They explained how they had been turned into zombies.
Some of the little villagers cried. "So my skin was green! That's terrible!" Stuff like that.
"Thank you, Grian, Mumbo and Cleo, for all of your help. We will never forget this act of kindness. In fact, from now on, this village will do anything for you. We will give you anything and everything we have that you want for free. You are welcome in this village, and we will always help you." Celila beamed.
"Thank you, everyone! It was a pleasure!" they waved.
For the next few days, they stayed in the village. The villagers gave them everything- enchanted netherite armour, enchanted netherite weapons, even slimeballs. OH BOY, they gave them LOADS of slime balls. In fact, they now had thirteen nether stars! That was 1,300 slimeballs. They could live the wealthiest life ever with this.
"Thank you, everyone. You have been a massive help to us. We will never forget you." They beamed.
"Bye!" They all waved.
They had just exited the village when an iron golem greeted them. It wasn't a normal iron golem; it had red eyes.
"Uh, hi. What's your name?" Mumbo asked.
"Unit 01." It stated robotically.
"Uh, we better go now. Goobye."
"You will not go. You will stay. I will make you stay." It growled.
"No thanks. We gotta run."
It flung its MASSIVE arms at them.
"Ouch!" Grian grunted in pain. Since he was too weak to fight, he tossed his iron sword to Mumbo. Mumbo grabbed it. Mumbo fought the beast with dual iron blades, while Cleo fought with a netherite pickaxe.
In the end, they defeated it. When ZombieCleo stabbed it through the head, it died, and a strange orange block came from his head.
They all ate some apples that they had received from a tree. They gobbled them down.
"A… command block!" Grian gasped.
"Yes, we know."
"That's great. We better use it for something good. In the wrong hands, this thing can be terrible."
"Yeah. We won't use it unless one of our lives are at risk." Mumbo concluded.
Grian glanced at the command block in Cleo's hands.
Mumbo eyed the orange block.
Their eyes met for a split second.
They both leapt onto the command block. They both wanted it.
"AGH! GET OFF, YOU MANIACS!" ZombieCleo screamed. She whipped out a infinity bow and a diamond sword. She pointed the sword at Grian's neck with one han and with the other, she held the bow, ready to kill Mumbo.
They gasped.
She ran off.
"Oh no. She probably thinks that we're not on her side anymore." Grian sighed.
"It just put me under some kinda trance. I wasn't myself."
"Same."
"How come Cleo didn't get the urge to take it?"
"Dunno. Cos she has strong willpower?" Mumbo shrugged.
"Let's go find her."
"Yeah."
Cleo weakly walked toward the tree. The single, solitary green shape was distorting as her head buzzed. She has hallucinating. The tree turned into three of them. She could hear distorted voices; sounds. Inaudible screams in her head. For a few moments, a vision flashed in her mind.
The command block.
She needed it.
She didn't know why, she just needed the beautiful block. She weakly clawed through the grass, making her way towards it.
Suddenly, a phantom swooped past and grabbed it in it's beak. Strange. Phantoms don't come out a day. This phantom must have been sent by Lula to retrieve the command block.
Cleo instantly broke out of the spell.
"What got over me?" she pinched herself wearily. The command block had put her in a terrible trance.
Suddenly, Mumbo and Grian had arrived. Patting, breathlessly, they gasped as Cleo whipped out dual blades, and a shield.
"Stay away from me." she growled nonchanlantly. She sounded surprisingly calm.
"We're sorry, I— I don't know what got into m—"
"It's fine. I'm sorry. I know what it's like now. It's.. it's dangerous. Too much power for one person. It's lucky the phantom took it away."
"Uh… are you okay?" Grian waved.
"Yeah. I don't know why a phantom came in the middle of the day and took it."
"Sure." They shrugged.
"Well, where should we go next?"
"The desert."
"Brace yourselves, guys. There'll be a lot of blood-hungry players there. Compared to what the desert will be like, the zombie-infested village was a rainbow happyland."
AN: Omg tysm I had so much fun writing this so far. Thx for reading! New chaps coming soon! Please add an alert to catch them!