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Rebooted Fandom Games!!!

Hey everyone who's still following this blog!  With the ok from us, some cool kids made a new Fandom Games.  It's almost the same as ours; the main difference is that each category gets one district.  (That's a really bad explanation, I'm sorry.)  What are you waiting for?  Nothing, y/y?

You should go check it out!

-Former Mod (and I guess somewhat of a current mod) Audrey

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New Followers

Yo guys. Why are new people following? It’s done. Nill. We had a good run and the memories from the Fandom Games are great, but this blog is dead. It’s just here for the sentimental feelings. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, though! -Former Admin Audrey

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Well... It was a good run.

Well, hello everyone!

This is, what I think, the last mod, Cyra.

This blog is dead. None of the mods have done anything, and some one sabotaged the games, deleted all of our important mod posts, and then mods started dropping away, and here we are.

I have no interest in continueing this blog, so, the games are over.

Thank you for all the support,

Cyra

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Eighth Death!

Our next tribute to die was Kyle, from District 9 (a.k.a. Samurai Jack, not the alien movie). She got taken by Insta-Death! And also loss of tickets. Another overkill!

Since she didn't answer anything to her death prompt, I'm not really sure what to say.

I guess she got mad?

Either way, we're now down to 18 tributes!

May the odds be ever in your favor.

-Bia

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Week Four | 9.2

Prompter: Cae

Tribute: Kyle (9.2)

Tribute Status: 0/2 Tickets | “Hungry” | No Possessions | Area 7

Last Update: Sunday 7/1 @ 14:30 EST

Day One (Mon/Tue): Another landslide. That does not sound very appealing… ever. Those things can kill you. You move away from what looks to be the most high risk areas. You try for cover. Further up the mountain sounds like a plan, and you head in that direction. The darkness from the night makes your vision limited, so it is probably best to bed down for the night. Anyway that you can. But, with the dropping temperature. Like, dropping faster temperature, moving might be better. The wind starts to pick up, coming from the right of you. Coming from the side where the volcano lies. You can hear the wind howl through the trees and it sends chills down your spine. Like a wolf calling to it’s pack. Pretty much, nothing good. You wrap your arms around your body, trying to retain your body heat, but it fails to work. Your teeth chatter incessantly, tremors racking your body frequently. You pull your hands away from your body, grimacing as you notice that not only have you lost all feeling in your hands, but they are as pale as a ghost, the tips as blue as the daytime sky. You shove them back into your armpits. the warmest place on your body right now, shivering again as the cold of your fingers touches one of the few warm places on your body. You stumble, looking down to see a rock or something, but it is only your own feet. You might as well be drunk with your ability to control your movements at this point. You think there is a name for what you have, but your mind is so scrambled and slow right now you can barely think. Almost as if you studied all night for a math test just to sit down and forget basic addition. Your breath is labored and your pulse is weak. Very weak. You try and gage the time since you lost feeling in your fingers. Two hours ago. Your heart rate is erratic. To fast. To slow. Just all over the place. It comes to the point where your brain just can’t walk anymore. You are freezing to death. Literally. It has been hours since the first time it crossed your mind that night time, no shirt, and the mountains did not add up to Kyle surviving the night. Honestly. At this point, your brain is so muddled that the tree ahead of you looks appealing and you settle down against the trunk. Your breath is shallow and just moving the few feet to the tree makes you stumble and fall. You are too weak to even move all the way to the tree and just lay where you fell. Within thirty minutes, death takes hold of your soul and you breath your last breath, shallow and gasping. Well, at least you went out with a bang… not really. More like dried ice. But still. At least you are not suffering anymore. You still have the life beyond or becoming Johnny Weeping Willow, whatever you prefer.

[Congrats… sorta. You are dead. Not only did you die from the loss of a ticket, but you also died from being chosen for instant death. So. Could be worse. Anyways. This is kinda your last shout out to the world, so say whatever you want. Make up laugh. Make us cry. Strip naked and run across the area. Your choice. Anyways. The odds were not in your favor, so… grab some popcorn and watch from heaven or something. I hear they have good cable.]

Response: [None given]

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Week Four | 9.1

Prompter: Bia

Tribute: Mad Jack (9.1)

Tribute Status: 2/2 Tickets | “Well Fed” | Mangoes [3] | Area 3

Last Update: Sunday 7/1 @ 14:30 EST

Day One (Mon/Tue): As you wander deeper into the forest looking for shelter, the temperature starts to drop drastically, and amidst the your very short line of sight you start to see your breath condensing in front of you. In a strike of luck, you suddenly reach a small clearing where the sun shines, providing a welcoming warmth. You look around you and notice the trees and bushes around you are bursting into several fruits, many of them unknown. You notice some fallen fruits by a tree nearby you. This seems to be a good enough shelter spot. But something on the way the forest suddenly becomes quiet sets you off. Do you stay around and investigate the cause for the sudden silence; push forward and find another spot, risking the lowering temperatures; or stay in the clearing and make camp anyway?

Response: Stalking around silently, I investigate the reason for silence. It may affect my survival…

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Null Day.

Due to some unforeseen circumstances, Day Two of Week Four will be rendered null.

Day Three will resume as though nothing happened. 

-Ender

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Week 4 | 2.1

Prompter: Ender

Tribute: Kristina (2.1)

Tribute Status: 4/4 Tickets | “Starving” | Axe | Area 4

Last Update: 26 June @ 11 PM

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Day One (Mon/Tue):  The blanket is warmer than you thought it would be. And the ground seems pretty soft. And you don’t hear anything bad coming…maybe you should rest. Just close your eyes for a little bit and

You hear scratching, and that wakes you slowly. You try half successfully to blink the sleep out of your eyes, and try to see what the sound is being made by. A small rat is nearby, scraping at a nearby tree. You swing at it with the axe you never let go of groggily, having just woken up, and you think you hit it, based on the noise it just made. You stand up, ignoring the irritated creaks your body makes, and walk over. Yup, you hit it. But now you need to eat it. And you have nothing to make fire with. You feel a breeze and it cools you down. Not a lot, but enough that you think it’s going to start getting colder. You could move, you think, to a less windy place, or just stick it out here and make something to keep you warm. This place leads to a volcano one way, and to a river in a direction you know is north. Do you want to explore here for fire-starters or move on to a different, warmer, potentially holding fire-starters place?

Response: I chose to move to a new place. It looks like I’ll be spending my time looking for fire starters than actually making the fire and getting warmth. I need to look for a place that will conceal the fire as well. I’ll go with the river so I can at least get some water!

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Week 4 | 3.2

Prompter: Ender

Tribute: Paige (3.2)

Tribute Status: 4/4 Tickets | “Hungry” | Utility Belt, Hunting Knife [1] | Area 3

Last Update: 26 June @ 6 PM

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Day One (Mon/Tues): You let yourself sleep, under the shade of some trees. Before you know it, the sun is rising and wakes you up. But you think about food. You didn’t get any last night, and you seriously want it now. The forest seems to have a bunch of small animals, and you think you can catch them with the hunting knife you have. But the forest has a flip side-if you decide to stay here, you could get hurt by things you don’t know about. Who knows what lurks in the forest? You were lucky enough to make it through the night. You can move on to the Cornucopia, the base of a volcano, or a waterfall forest area. Do you want to move on, or look around here?

Response: I'm going to look around the area I'm in. My best chances of finding food mean hunting game that's dependant on the water source. If I can secure something to eat I'll consider moving from my location.

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Seventh death!

Things are really going fast now and getting faster as we reach our seventh death of the games!

This time it was Techy, the second tribute from District 1. She leaves tribute Jade alone to defend the MLP fandom.

We are down to 19 tributes alive.

May the odds be ever in your favor!

-Ender

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Week 4 | 1.2

Prompter: Ender

Tribute: Techy (1.2)

Tribute Status: Deceased [Insta-Death]

Last Update: 25 June @ 11 PM

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Day 1: The tribute runs away, and you focus on the blood dripping from the blade of their machete. You feel wounded. You feel pain from cuts and bruises and slashes the machete carved into your skin, and it hurts, it hurts more than anything you’ve ever felt before. You stagger upwards to your feet, and it’s incredibly painful to stand, but you think you can fix this somehow. Your legs are wet, you vaguely register, and it seems to be coming from the giant slash on your thigh that the other tribute inflicted upon you. Upon seeing the blood, you are jolted back to stark reality and realize that you will bleed out before you get help. It’s kind of funny, you think. You had expected to die with starvation as the most likely cause, and instead you die with a full stomach. So you stagger forward, anywhere, slipping on blood, almost sobbing. You don’t want to die a dramatic death, really, but suddenly you just can’t hold up your body anymore. You slip on a puddle of blood that seems to be growing and seems to be coming from you, all of it from you. Your knees give out, and you collapse onto your arms, which also give out in a dramatic fashion. Your eyes close, and you can hear the sounds of forest and life and green things coated with blood under your fingertips, and the pain seems to be getting further and further away. The cannon booms and you hear it, and think that’s weird, because you aren’t actually dead. But then you breathe a small sigh, "Fuck me," and then you are. [DEATH OF TRIBUTE]

Response: The air is cold, now. The animals in the forest can feel it, the something different in the air. It seems almost dead. A curious rabbit noses its way out of its hole, wondering about the change, and hops over to the still thing in the grass. Its paws are stained red and it sniffs, daintily, at the wet body in the forest. The cannon echos, and its ears begin to move, twitching, hearing, and it freezes for a second  before returning to its hole. It can't hear the hum of the hovercraft there. It doesn't see the metallic claw come pick the body up, limbs splayed and twisted, still dripping, weeping blood. It's silent as it disappears into the craft, and disappears without a trace.

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Week 4 | 1.1

Prompter: Ender

Tribute: Jade (1.1)

Tribute Status: 3/4 Tickets | "Starving" | No possessions | Area 2

Last Update: Monday 25 June  

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Day One: (Mon/Tues): You just want to rest. You somehow make your way into and up a tree, and you let your head rest against the thick trunk. You just want to rest, just for a moment, and then the night is gone. You end up sleeping through all of the night, and the sun rises, a gap in the leaves landing on your eyes. You’re cold and god you’re sore, but you survived, and that’s what matters here. You glance around quickly, make sure no one is there, and drop to the ground. Your ankle sends pain upwards to your knee, and you remember you slid down a cliff. So before you explore, you look at yourself, gauging whether or not you’re hurt. You have bruises and small cuts everywhere, and appear to have a slightly swollen ankle, but otherwise you seem to be fine. Now that that’s over with, you think, food is the priority. Your stomach is more than a little mad at not having sustenance. You decide water, first, and drink some dew off the grass around you. But you need something more substantial, and you think about what lives in tall grass. You have nothing with you, but you think you could build a trap of some sorts to catch small game. Or, you can simply move to a different area. The area you’re in leads to the Cornucopia, the base of a volcano, a big mountain range, or a river to the south. Do you want to stay here and explore, or move on to a different area?

Response: Collecting some sticks and pulling up some of the longer strands of grass and leaves. I make a small wooden cage to use for a trap. Maybe if I'm lucky something will walk into it. Proping it open with a stick I tie the strands of grass together to make a sort of rope. Hiding in a nearby bush I wait for something to walk into my trap.

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Week 4 | 2.2

Prompter: Ender

Tribute: Llama (2.2)

Tribute Status: 3/4 Tickets | "Starving" | No possessions | Area 13

Last Update: Monday, 25 June

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Day One: (Mon/Tue): You try fishing for a while, but without the fire, it’s useless, and you only succeed in getting your clothes wet. Eventually you decide to go to rest under a tree, and you sleep. When you wake up you hear the chatter of some strange animal. You look upwards, into the tree leaves, and a small furry face looks back at you. The thing chatters at you for a bit and scampers away, still talking to some other creature. The waterfall still has fish, and water, and man are you hungry. You could fish, or try to catch one of the lemur-looking thingys. You think about making a fire, also, but you don’t have anything with you. Or, maybe, you could just move on. You can go to a volcano (which has no water), the east coast (which has more water), or a river to the south (even more water). Do you want to move, or look around here (and what, specifically, would you do?)?

Response: It’s too dangerous to stay in one place. I will go south to the river and look for food along the way.

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Week Four | 6.1

Prompter: Cae

Tribute: Bee (6.1)

Tribute Status: 4/4 Tickets | "Well Fed" | Machete, Mangos [7] | Area 3

Last Update: Monday 6/25 @ 11:38 pm PST

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Day One (Mon/Tues): You dash into the log and make your way into the center, safe from prying eyes that might spot you and attack. You never know with the deaths that have occurred in the days since the beginning of the games. Well. Day. This is only day two. Well, it might be. You are not sure if it is past midnight yet, but you can assume that it is. Just as you are about to bite into your first mango, the canon blasts though the area. You crawl to the edge of the log and look up. District One. Tribute Two. AKA, the person you just stole these mangos from. You killed them. It had to be you. Those wound that you gave them with your machete. You stare up at her stoic face before crawling back towards the center of the log. It is not the time and place to feel guilty for the death that you only committed out of self-preservation. You eat a few of the fruit, making the ache in your belly fade before you gently fall asleep, hidden in the log. You are awakened by the sound of chirping birds and decide to make a plan before you emerge from the log. Do you continue to explore here, or pick another area? There is the large mountain to the South, the Cornucopia to the East, or explore and see what is further West?

Response: Go back to the cornucopia, and see whats left.

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Week Four | 4.1

Prompter: Cae

Tribute: Meganna (4.1)

Tribute Status: 2/4 Tickets | "Hungry" | n/a | Area 10

Last Update: Monday 6/25 @ 10:49 pm PST

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Day One (Mon/Tues):You pace the shoreline, trying to regain some warmth into your body. Your movements are slow and sluggish, as if you have been dosed with a drug. Occasionally your mind will slip into a state of disorientation, but you are able to shake yourself out of the confusing spiral given time. You know it is hypothermia and unless the sun rises soon, you will perish from this. Your core temperature is sinking like a stone and your breathing has become significantly labored before the first signs of dawn approach. The sun slowly begins to rise, and you plead for the warmth that it will bring. At this point, it is your only hope of making it to the next day. Hypothermia is a bitch, and if gets much worse, you are going to be the splitting image of a frozen popsicle. The first rays of sun hit you, and you beyond thankful that it appears to be a clear day. If it were cloudy then you would never last. While you are still a bit discordinated and shivering constantly, you are able to clear your head enough to focus on the task at hand. What do you choose to do? Do you stay where you are, hopefully able to warm yourself up, explore some more, food is becoming a priority, or try and move on?

Response: I look for food. I need sustenance if I want to continue. Plus, the movement will help with the hypothermia.

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Week Four | 5.1

Prompter: Cae

Tribute: Bree (5.1)

Tribute Status: 2/4 Tickets | "Well Fed" | n/a | Area 13

Last Update: Tuesday 6/12 @ 11:31 pm PST

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Day One (Mon/Tues): You stand there. What could possibly go wrong. It is not like a panther has it’s creepy golden eyes staring at you. You shiver, it reminds you of this skinwalker you hunted back in Alabama. Now that was NOT a fun trip, lets just say that. Then again. Skinwalkers are just fuckin creepy. And gross. The last thing that you want to see when you are creeping down a sewer is a pile of human… stuff sitting right by your feet. Just. Don’t eat before you hunt one. You hear a growl from the panther just before it leaps out from the bushes. It’s teeth glisten with dripping saliva, claws extended. No matter how dark it is, it is impossible not to notice the little details as a panther is leaping for your throat. You scream as the panther crashes into your body and you are slammed into the ground. Your previously healing wound is reopened and more are being dealt upon you. The loss of a ticket is inevitable. You are lucky enough to kick the panther back and slip into the water, it being your only chance to deter the animal. You gasp as you hit the surface. The water freezing. But, while you may be freezing your ass off and cut up, at least the panther has decided that you are no longer worth the effort and has turned away. Getting up from the water, you shiver in the cold, your hold hope coming from the fact that you can see the beginnings of the run rising in the East. At least you will be able to dry fast in the coming heat. Dripping wet, the sun rising, you feel a slight cramp in your stomach, but ignore it. What do you do now. Continue exploring the area, or head back to your sorta campsite?

Response: Well, it can’t get much worse now. Better not jinx myself with that. I’d like to keep exploring but I should head back and try to recover… again.

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Week Four | 5.2

Prompter: Cae

Tribute: Megan (5.2)

Tribute Status: 4/4 Tickets | "Well Fed" | Bow and Arrows [10], Small Backpack [Small Half Filled Water Bottle, Plastic Container, Crackers] | Area 3

Last Update: Monday 6/25 @ 9:55 pm PST

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Day One (Mon/Tues): You climb up higher into the tree, removing an arrow just in case things get hairy and you need to defend yourself. You slowly succumb to sleep, and night passes you by and daylight arrives with no encounters with other tributes or… things that go bump in the night. Actually, all in all, it was a pretty good night sleep. Hell, it might have been better than the few really bad times that you fell asleep in the truck while on a stakeout. Though… there you were not, no, you still were, running for your life. Survival. It is all that life is about. When you think about it, this is just one massive hunt. It does make it a bit easier to kill someone if you can picture a demon inside of them or imagine that they are some monster that you are hunting instead of normal people just like you and Bree. Removing yourself from the tree, taking another small sip of water, and checking your arrows, you pick up your bow and look around. It seems to be fairly quite, but not abnormally quite. A bird is chirping, wind blows through the leaves. It is very pretty if you were not, you know, in the middle of a giant death match. Do you want to stay and explore the forest, or leave and head out to a different location. The sun is still rising to your left, so that is East. There might be water to your left. It appears to descend, and where there is lower ground, that is where the water typically is. Though, you could head the opposite way and go South, climbing up the giant mountain before you. Or even back to the cornucopia if you so chose. Where do you go?

Response: I will go to the left. Water right now is my top priority