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Even this year, the MC Championship would be like any other, games-wise. Although, the attendance list had changed a bit. Plans, breaks, cancellations. Though people old and new were invited to participate in one of the biggest mini-games event to this day. Said games hadn't started yet, and everyone had some time to wander and chat before they had to get competitive.
Down at the Hall of Winners, some clusters of players were starring down at past champion teams while they wandered and talked.
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"Man, it's exciting to be back again." A galaxy-colored woman said.
"I'm glad you could make it, Lauren! So many people had to cancel, and I don't know why. At least my bestie is here!" Smajor replied.
Lauren laughed at the remark.
"How long until we have to head to the mini-games?" One Ldshadowlady asked.
"Oh, we've got a ton of redstone set up in the command center that'll just teleport us to the places we need to be when we need to. My team quadruple-checked it to make sure everything would go smoothly." The Scottish host said.
"I had to deal with some of that stuff back when my server was running. Wasn't very good at it, though, so I just stuck to the architecture." Grian added.
"At least we can all get back to our teammates when the time comes. I have no idea what happened to Stress or Ren or anyone." A lost Iskall85 remarked.
"Hey, Iskall, can you get in a good word for me in Hermitcraft?" Smallishbeans whisper-asked the Swede.
"I'll see what I can do." Iskall chuckled.
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"But is there a cult-making contest?" One tall Irishman asked.
"No." An exhausted Brit replied.
"Ah, let the man have fun, Will. Kev's less familiar with these games than I am." Said the more dressed up Irishman to Wilber.
"I'm just waiting to finally take a victory here. I'm the only one on this server right who deserves it."
As the three men walked along (more of one man and two lads), they came across another small gathering, mostly of newcomers, looking at past team's victories. One of these men caught Wilbur's eye, he was only about a degree of connection off from him, since they both frequently encountered one Mr. Jschlatt. Although, Wilbur's interactions with the goat-horned man were a bit more adversarial than the young Slimecicle.
"You must some of the newcomers here. Do you think you'll make it to last place or second to last place?" Wilber taunted four others.
"Eh, we're just sizing up our past competition. You seem a bit overconfident in someone's failure just because they're new." Said the young man named Skip.
"Pleased to meet your friends, Soot. We hail by the name of Skipcicle Failmoji." Slime said. "That is so dumb." The dead-inside man continued to whisper under his breath.
"I don't think that's our name." Said Jaymoji.
"That's not the point of a team." Skip started.
"It's the power of friendship~." Failboat jokingly interjected.
"Exactly." Skip ended.
"You shouldn't be minding Will too much in the first place. I dunno why, but he's been acting a bit too high on his horse lately." RT whispered to the four young men.
"These lads and I are planning on walking around a bit more to try and meet up with our other teammate before it's time to show off. Would you newbies like to come with?" Wilber asked them.
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As the now seven total of them sauntered about, although they couldn't find their teammate, their group and another (much more colorful and kid-friendly) crossed paths not even a minute before the games were to start.
"Oh my goodness! Is that Grian over there?? Someone tell him I said his building skills are killer!" Wilber exclaimed.
"Why can't you tell him?? You seemed pretty confident in telling us that you were gonna beat us." Slimecicle said after poking Will in the shoulder.
"Oh, don't you start with me, slimestick." Will said as he took a threatening and tall stance.
"Why, you-"
The two would've started brawling if it weren't for Skip and RT (seemingly the most mature of either team) restraining Will, while Slimecicle's hoodie was caught by the tip of one of Failboat's golden scythes, and Kevin and Jay stood to the side wondering why mom and dad were fighting.
"Hey, the fighting mini-games haven't started yet, new guys!" The teal-colored host said.
The fight had now been broken up, but Will and Slime were left still mad at each other, but Will was also embarrassed.
"Speaking of the games, and I know I'm new, but shouldn't they have actually started at this point?" Asked Jay.
But that wasn't the only thing that wasn't working right. Points were given out randomly, messages would flash on people's eyes, and now people were teleporting, just not where they needed. In this chaos, Scott asked for anyone with server redstone experience to help out at the command center, along with a suggestion that they should buddy up with people so they wouldn't get lost. But whatever they needed to do in there, it had to be done quickly.