- A bow
- A single arrow
- A fishing rod
20 tributes remain.We could keep ourselves fed, but this wasn't going to be enough when it came down to dealing with the brutes who won access to the chests of swords in the centre. We needed an edge, one that was preferaby not metaphorical. We found a ruined house. No luck, but we did find a crafting table. After finding a bunch of iron ingots, we later returned to this table and crafted some swords, and some leather armour.
10 tributes remain.
Unfortunately, it was at this point that my friend's ISP decided to give up on him, and he didn't even have the courtesy to drop his loot. Typical. I was on my own; waiting out the night in a tree, surrounded by spiders, skeletal archers... and creepers. Always the creepers. When the new day dawned, and I recieved a message about the chests being re-filled, I decided to re-trace my steps and visit all of the chests again
3 tributes remain.I see someone. Leather trousers. Gold helm. Under-equipped. I charge, throwing caution to the wind. He spots me, and flees. I chase him to a set of vines going up the cliff face, and take aim with my bow. He sees this and dives off the vines to avoid my arrows. Over my shoulder, my brother cries 'EAT HIS HEART!'
The episode is concluded in a glorious display of gratuitous, pixellated violence.
2 tributes remain. A fight to the death will begin soon.Unfortunately for me, the guy waiting for me in the centre ring was fully clad in iron armour and he had a diamond sword. The fight was over faster than I could say 'Didn't I read this in a book once?', but at least I came a close second.
It's the mods and the communities that make Minecraft great. This mod, however, is something that stands out. It's a lot of fun, and you'd be mad not to give it a go:
http://minecraftpvp.com/hunger-games/
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