Just your standard hunger games role play blog. Apply as yourself or a tribute you created and see if you have what it takes to outwit twenty-three others and survive.
“From the treaty of the treason: In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and female between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public “Reaping.” These Tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol. And then transferred to a public arena where they will Fight to the Death until a lone victor remains.Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games.”
The 20th annual Hunger Games have come around and yet again the Capitol is out to round up all the young tributes from each of the twelve districts of Panem. Are you someone who’s given too muh to tessarae; maybe you’re a feisty career just look for your opportunity to bring honour to your district? Whatever your reason make sure you’re present at your reaping, we’d hate to have a Peacekeeper knock down your door.
We’re a new para RP with a lot of amazing ideas, we’re just waiting for you: the tributes! Don’t be scared, we don’t bite..much! If you think you can take up the challenge make sure to read the rules and reserve your spot here!
Have you ever wanted to experience being a tribute?
If you apply to the Game of Districts, you can find out. It’s a lot of fun and believe it or not you may make some of your best friends here on Tumblr from playing these Games!
First, you create a character and then you are given tasks that need to be completed by a certain date (usually a fair amount of time-like one or two days) and you submit them to the blog and if they’re good enough-you can emerge victorious!
They’re fun and creative and all you need to do right now is fill out the information below and submit it to the blog!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District Preference (Top 3):
Faceclaim/Photo URL:
Short Bio (At least one paragraph):
Token:
How do you plan on winning the Games?:
I hope you apply quickly because its first come first serve and these Games are going to be fun!
Have you ever wondered how long you’d last in the Hunger Games? Do you think you have a better strategy than Katniss did? Think you have what it takes to outlast twenty-three others in a brutal fight to the death? Well then, dear tributes, do I have the game for you.
Welcome to Panem’s Real Games, a Hunger Games role play where you apply as a tribute you create and submit tasks in an attempt to stay one step ahead oh your competition and ultimately come out as a victor. Whether you’re skilled like Katniss, charming like Finnick, smart like Beetee, or cunning like Johanna what will you do to win the 63rd annual Hunger Games?
With that dear tributes we have passed the halfway mark. With districts four, six, seven, and eleven full the spots are steadily disappearing. With only seven male tribute spots and four three two female spots left hurry now to claim your’s before it’s taken!
Apply now to this brand new submission based Hunger Games role play where you create your own tribute and attempt to outlast twenty-three others in a frantic, fast paced, and addicting au game. So with that being said I look forward to seeing you applications soon tributes!Â
First off congratulations are in order to Krister, victor of HFE's first quell. Both you and Nolan fought an incredible battle. Please submit a victor's interview sometime in the near future!Â
Moving on to more pressing issues some of you may be wondering why I haven't opened up applications for the next Hungry For Entertainment. Well dear tributes that is because as of now HFE is on hiatus. Before some (most likely none) of you get in a panic this isn't permanent.Â
I, GM Justin, have started a new hunger games role play blog which runs a little differently than HFE. I had the idea a while ago and instead of trying to incorporate it into HFE I decided to try for a fresh start on a new blog and thus Panem's Real Games were born.Â
If any of you would like to apply for the game or would like to recommend, promo, really anything to get it out there that would be incredible as I am still in need of tributes. Go check it out here.
Thank you all, you've all been so incredible to me and these six games have been such a great experience for me. Through the highs and lows most of you have stuck through with me and I really appreciate that. Signing out for the last time in probably a while.
This was it, two tributes were all that remained. Soon enough Ethan would be welcoming a second victor into his district or District Six would welcome their first victor. Crowds all around Panem held their breath as a timer appeared over the street where the final battle would take place. Two identical houses housing two very different tributes. Twenty minutes was all they were given to sort out their injuries and plan ahead for the last few moments of one of their lives.
Simultaneously two sponsor packages floated down for the two boys each landing in an open window before all entrances to the house locked for the twenty minutes. Krister pulled out of his a taser, a blowgun with empty darts, a bottle of water, and a separate bottle. He read the label with great interest, tucking it away with a smile on his face. Nolan also found four items in his package, among them a needle and thread and a magnifying glass. He fiddled with his gifts and then both tributes raced down to the garage to find a car locked but running inside each garage.
Krister first attending to his wounds, opened his medical kit and found a bottle of benzoyl peroxide. He grit his death and poured the liquid on his wounds before wrapping them in gauze. He wrapped more gauze around his elbow and used it to protect his arm while smashing in the window of the car. His elbow slammed into the glass, jarring a bit but smashing the glass nonetheless. He picked up some glass and pushed it through layers of gauze wrapped around his hands creating makeshift claws.
Nolan was much more interested in something entirely different. Instead of collecting any specific car part she took her package of balloons and held them to the exhaust pipe of the car collecting the carbon monoxide inside the balloons. Then both tributes busied themselves inside their respective houses until the timer ran out. As soon as the twenty minutes was up a horn rang out and a deadly silence took its place as the windows and doors of both houses flew open.
At first there was no movement. Both houses were strangely devoid of movement as both tributes waited for the other to make the first move. Nolan grew impatient of this waiting game and opened one of the windows on the second floor of his house. He took out his glider and stepped outside, enjoying the slight breeze in the air. With a smile on his face Nolan took a leap that had become quite familiar to him as he jumped from the second story and glided over to Krister’s house, choosing to forgo landing in front and instead swooping around to the back. The boy looked around for what entrances there were but only saw the back door and decided to slip inside.
With bated breath and silent footsteps Nolan padded through the house on high alert. Something was wrong though, there was no sign of Krister anywhere. Nolan began to worry as he searched the entire first floor but could not find the boy from Three. The stairway to the second floor beckoned to him and cautiously he began to ascend the steps. Each step he hesitated as he waited for traps that were apparently not there. He finally reached the landing to the second floor and stopped to listen for Krister. Still he heard nothing and opened the door to the first room upstairs. He let the door swing open incase Krister was waiting to ambush him. This wasn’t the case however as the room appeared to be empty.
Nolan took a step inside to look around the room when a quiet sound set him on edge. He wasn’t sure what it was but he knew it came from behind him somewhere. He turned around as the second dart fired from the blowgun into his shoulder. Instinctively he reached up and dug the small dart from his arm before turning and running from the room at top speed. He heard some crashing from behind him and took off down the stairs. He made it out the front door as Krister hit the top of the stairs.
Krister shot a dart at the boy but he missed as Nolan dashed out the front door. Krister cursed but knew he couldn’t let Nolan get away now. He chased after the boy and saw him disappear inside the house across the street. Even though he’d sworn to himself earlier that he wasn’t going to go into Nolan’s house under any circumstances, he needed to if he was going to finish this battle. He grabbed his supplies and chased after the boy from Six.
Like Nolan before him he was cautious entering into enemy territory and stopped inside the door to look around. He heard movement from upstairs and took off towards the stairs to end this fight. As he was running up the stairs he tripped over one of the lines Nolan had set which set off the camera’s flash, stunning Krister and sending him toppling back down the stairs. Krister rubbed his newly sprained wrist and continued carefully back up the stairs paying attention to where the trip lines had been placed.
On the second floor he found himself in a similar position that Nolan had been in minutes earlier. He was faced with numerous closed doors and no hints as to which room Nolan had disappeared into. Opening the first door he found his feet stuck to spider silk Nolan had left on the floor. He spotted the packs of gunpowder and magnifying glass a moment too late, able to douse one pack with water before the others blew up littering his body with wooden shrapnel. Luckily his eyes had escaped the majority of the blast but he was bleeding fairly badly. He pulled himself out of the wreckage and continued onwards to the next door.
A little more cautiously this time he opened the door and ducked behind the wall. He breathed a sigh of relief as a dart was shot from inside and landed in the middle of the wall behind him. The exertion was beginning to take its toll and he was panting, yet with each inhale he felt more and more light headed. Bracing one hand against the wall to steady himself he made his way towards the final door where he knew Nolan must be hiding. In preparation he lit his makeshift molotov cocktail he created using an empty light bulb filled with alcohol and gauze before opening the final door.
Inside Nolan was waiting with a wall of semi deflated balloons behind him. Nolan had on his gasmask and jumped through the wall of balloon as Krister took a step towards him. In response Krister threw the cocktail after Nolan without realizing he’d filled the room with carbon monoxide. The highly flammable gas immediately created a giant explosion in the room blasting Krister out of the door and slamming into the hallway behind him.
Nolan had taken his flyer and jumped out of the open window hoping Krister would follow behind him and fall through to his death. He was not however expecting the fiery blast that followed him instead and tore through the fabric of his flyer. Instead of sailing safely out of harms way he was sent plummeting towards the ground. The resulting crash was loud enough for Krister to hear back inside the house. His head was groggy, he was bleeding badly, and now half his body was covered in burns. Struggling to get up, Krister managed to slide himself up using the wall as a support and made his way back to the staircase.
He could feel his body slowly shutting down as the monoxide combined with his injuries became too much to handle. His legs gave out from underneath him and he toppled down the staircase to land as a crumpled heap at the bottom. With a groan of pain he struggled to not give in to his injuries. He could tell his time was short and he was going to die soon. He took a breath and waited.
Back outside the camera zoomed in on the mangled wreck that was Nolan’s glider. A cannon hadn’t been heard yet but with no real view of Nolan was possible right now. A scream of pain came from inside the torn fabric and tubing as a hand shot out from underneath. Crawling out from underneath, Nolan held his clearly broken leg close to his body as he gnashed his teeth in pain. He’d heard the commotion from inside and knew Krister had to be close to dying now too. Grabbing a piece of the now broken glider he propped himself up on it like a crutch and limped over to the house he had just been flung from. He flung the door open and saw Krister who had propped himself up near the stairs with eyes half open.
Nolan dropped the crutch, with his sword in one hand and glove in the other he made his way purposefully over to where Krister was laying. Krister made a half hearted attempt at the boys life as he jabbed with his trident at Nolan’s chest. Nolan wasn’t expecting any fight from the nearly dead boy but laughed as the trident bounced off the armor he had on under his tribute shirt. Catching the prongs in his claws he ripped the weapon from Krister’s hand while slashing down with the sword. The sword cleaved through the flesh and Krister screamed as half his arm fell useless to the floor beneath him. Cradling the stump to his chest he took out his lacrosse stick as Nolan wound up for the finishing blow.
Sword connected with lacrosse stick and for a moment Nolan stood frozen before Krister broke the connection. He swing the butt end of the stick into Nolan’s chest before the boy could recover and watched as the metal armor served to amplify the current Krister had created by adding tungsten wire from light bulbs and a taser to his weapon. Nolan’s body gave a final spasm before dropping to the floor and Krister hauled himself towards the stunned boy. Foregoing the stick for a weapon he was more familiar with, Krister grabbed his surgical drill and drilled one final hole between Nolan’s eyes.
A cannon sounded and Krister knew that it was over, he’d finally won the games. He slumped over the body of his dead competitor and let his eyes close as exhaustion set in. “Dreamers are, in essence, nonbelievers.” He muttered as he faded out of consciousness. A team of peacekeepers swooped in and grabbed the victorious boy, loading him on a hovercraft before flying back to the Capitol.
Nolan and Krister I believe congratulations are in order. You are the last two standing after quite an exciting quell. Standing before you is one last test before you can go home, each other.Â
Welcome to Millionaire Estates tributes. Each of you have been put inside a house across the street from each other. The doors are locked and windows bolted shut for exactly 20 minutes giving you some time to prepare and tend to any wounds you may have received. There is no furniture in the houses so don't try anything with that.
Good luck tributes and may the odds be ever in your favor!
Circe stood on the bridge with her hair whipping all around her. She could hardly hear over the sound of the breeze racing past her but could make out the shape of 41st victor Ethan standing opposite her. She gripped her blowgun tightly and loaded one of her clowns teeth into it, waiting for Ethan to make the first move. His hand moved to his boomerangs and Circe decided to act. She ducked down avoiding the initial throw of the boomerang and shot a tooth at Ethan having it sink into his neck.
The boy put a hand to the bloody wound but didn’t think much of it, bending down to pick up the boomerang where it came to a halt near his feet. As Circe loaded another tooth Ethan took the opportunity to charge her. He took out the fire extinguisher and blasted it at her face blinding the girl. Circe clawed at her face trying to get the foam off and was taken by surprise when she felt a lasso tighten around her midsection.
Circe struggled to break free of the hold Ethan had on her and dropped some of her supplies in the process. Ethan spotted the oxygen tank and saw it as the perfect chance to end the fight. Taking aim he fired a boomerang at it and ran in the opposite direction. The resulting explosion blasted Circe clear off the bridge and sent her plummeting to the ground below. A cannon sounded for the final Capitol tribute.
Nolan stared down the beach as the resurrected victor came forth, blocking the sunlight momentarily. He didn’t recognize the girl the loud-speaker referred to as “Camillia” because she had never appeared in one of his dreams before. The girl standing before him looked about as dead in the eyes as he had heard people refer to him in various stages of his dreams. The figments he had imagined in his dream were always unappreciative and cruel to him, and this strange character his mind had created was just another obstacle that he would soon defeat. The longer this dream lasted, this one in particular, the more exponentially darker it became as he witnessed more and more children just like him being murdered by his own imaginary actions…it’s not like he had a choice though- he wasn’t committing these actions himself of course…It’s a fact that one cannot die in their own dreams so it was just his body’s response to the story of whatever this horrid arena was supposed to signify.
Nolan escaped his thoughts momentarily to see Camillia prepping for the battle so he decided to begin as well. A sponsor package floated down for the boy and he received a simple party balloon. The boy syphoned some poison in the balloon from his darts to inflate it slightly and then acted as if it was mistakenly carried off by the breeze into the surrounding ocean. Camillia laughed and that reaction was just what the boy wanted- another person counting him out. Earlier in the day Nolan had removed his rope basket from his hang glider to use as a normal hook and rope again in order to activate his master plan to defeat the girl who stood before him. Underneath his tribute apparel, he had his hang glider hidden, attached to his back with some spider silk. He had sliced a large hole in his shirt where the wing could easily protrude when he tugged on the string near his abdomen to open it up. The fabric hand-hold fit nicely around his pants as a belt which added to the safety of his ride and the secrecy as he just appeared a little bulky. With his poison dart shooter easily dismantled, he was able to use the pulley string inside to simply open the secret flap and take off from any point at a quicker speed than usual with the addition of the element of surprise.
Nolan stored his claws, sword, darts, hook and rope and camera on his person and prepared to attack while he left the gunpowder hidden in a tree on dry land. For the battle, he decided to unsheathe his claw gloves, spider silk and hook and rope as he eyed his balloon floating out at sea. His first objective was to get Camillia in the water. Making his hook and rope into a lasso, he caught it around the girl’s feet as she was preparing her weapons. Using all his strength, he pulled her a short distance into the water, but made no effort to injure her, which kept her in a brief confusion. Camillia struggled against the lasso, unsure of what Nolan’s plans were but not wanting to be a part of them all the same.
As soon as they reached the lapping waves, the boy let her go as her face grew red with anger. The girl seethed as she checked her pockets to find her gunpowder soaked and unable to use. “Step one completed” Nolan announced. Taking a handful of the wet powder Camillia threw it at Nolan’s face. He raised his arms to block it but wasn’t swift enough as the wet powder landed in one of his eyes temporarily blinding him. Nolan clutched a hand to his stinging eye as she moved on to her second weapon, the key blade. Nolan was prepared for this as well. Although Camillia didn’t know it, Nolan had wrapped the knives of his claws in the sticky spider silk, which when touched transferred some of the stick residue onto the other party. Nolan struck the girl making tiny gashes on her face as she felt the need to wipe off the blood to keep it out of her eyes. He noticed the key blade though strong was made of an alloy weaker than his claws and began to challenge the young girl by swatting at it and purposefully using both hands to bend it until it became misshapen.
She stabbed forwards with the bent blade and its odd shape caught Nolan off guard leaving a long scratch on his shoulder. Camillia stepped back as she took a second to straighten it out with her hands, thus coming in contact with the residue once again. The two tributes fought on and Nolan laughed in a way that angered Camillia- to her, this boy was just wasting her time with his frivolous and non-intensive fighting skills- merely scratching up her body and denting her weapon wasn’t enough to kill her. Nolan tried not to smile as she reached for her final weapon to finish him off- the taser. He knew she would be eager to use it in the water considering its conductive purposes. Nolan eyed the water ahead to see his poison balloon bobbing out of sight and frankly out of mind to the enraged girl. Nolan noticed the charges beginning to run through the taser and pulled the strings on his hangglider. The tips of the large wing erupted from the back of his shirt and sent him into the air just as the girl swung at him with the taser.
The slippery rocks below caused her to lose her footing as she launched herself at the boy who was no longer there. In mid-air she attempted to throw the taser onto the nearby beach to escape the shock but noticed too late that it was stuck to her hand due to a reason she was unaware of until it was too late- the sticky residue made the device cling to her as she fell into the ocean, causing a debilitating shock from the conductive waters. Considering this may not have killed her, Nolan circled the island from above once more as he saw his final play bring down his challenger.
Camillia lay half-dead in the water as a mysterious liquid surrounded her and entered her cuts. The static shock from the taser interacted with the balloon in the water and caused it to pop, leaking the contents into the waterway that held the desperate girl. Nolan sailed down to the beach as the girl took her final breath and saw her body along with her weapons disappear into thin air. He picked up his sack of gunpowder and placed it with his other supplies and opened the door leading to his final destination.
Krister looked around his surroundings, rain pelting at his frame.
It was cold, and he was wet. He didn’t like it. He turned and heard a noise, saw something move in the brush, but couldn’t determine what it was.
A silhouette formed in a flash of lightning, and Krister’s eyes widened. It had to be a tribute.
He wasn’t going to allow another moment for perfection slip from his grasp. He needed things to complete his devices—the ones he could make when he got home. He rushed toward the figure, only to find a projectile heading for him. He turned to avoid it, but the figure must have calculated this and it hit Krister in the shoulder.
He groaned and stumbled backward, eyes narrowed on his target. He tore out the stake from his shoulder and rushed against at the figure, weaving right and left as he ran.
As he grew closer to the figure, he noticed there were strings attached to it and it was a puppet—not a tribute.
This wasn’t something he wanted to have. It was imperfect.
He lashed at the puppet with his trident, slicing the string that held it in place. The puppet was able to make one last swoop and its bladed arm cut the boy’s side.
Krister looked up to see who had been behind the puppet that had injured him so, and was met with a glint heading toward him—a lasso of sorts.
It wrapped around his torso, constricting him of his movement. Krister’s eyes narrowed and he flung himself around, cutting his skin on whatever the lasso was made of—crystal? Krister shifted, attempting to get himself out of the bind.
It was proving more difficult than he wanted to admit.
The owner of the lasso leapt down from the branch he stood in, and pulled backward on the lasso.
Krister fell forward, dirt and rock cutting up his face.
Deja, a previous victor, pulled the young boy toward him.
“I don’t remember what I’m doing here, but I have a feeling I need to kill you.”
Krister spat at him, then shifted his hold on his tools, getting his mace.
Deja moved toward the boy, grabbing the stake he had been impaled with earlier. He lifted the stake into the air, and Krister turned onto his back and sprayed the mace into Deja’s face.
Deja shouted and dropped the stake, rubbing at his face.
The lasso went lax against Krister and he pulled free from its grasp. He grabbed his trident and speared the past victor through the chest.
Krister, Circe, and Nolan; you have all been separated into three rooms with a door at the other end. Each room has a different environment inside with Krister's having a forest experiencing heavy rainfall, Circe on a narrow bridge high in the sky, and Nolan on a calm beach. Standing in between each of you and the door is a clone of a previous victor and which number you picked determines who you are fighting. Krister against Deja-vu, Circe against Ethan, and Nolan against Camilia.
I have been disappointed with the overall lack of effort going into tasks this game tributes so to ensure I have a good final battle you have one last challenge before you. Write a good battle against your victor, how you overcome them and escape through the door behind them. It's that simple.
Each victor is stocked with three items they used in their games.
Deja - Weaponized puppet, electromagnet, and a crystal lasso
Ethan - Bladed boomerangs, lasso, fire extinguisher
Camilia - taser, gunpowder, keyblade (minus the magic)
Tributes, please pick a number between 1 and 5. This is first come first serve and 2 has already been picked. When the two remaining tributes make their selection i will announce what this signifies.
Troian decided to follow suit and was getting close when she took a hard fall twisting her ankle. She looked down at the trap she’d fallen into before looking up at the approaching footsteps. There stood Cartney with knives at the ready as she investigated who had fallen into the trap she’d spent the previous day digging. Troian knew she couldn’t run so she lashed out with her lacrosse stick which was easily blocked by Cartney makeshift bow though it broke the weapon. Cartney pulled her arm back to throw a knife but froze suddenly with her mouth wide open. A trickle of blood came out followed by a horrendous scream and a cannon as she crumpled over. There standing behind her was Krister with his drill covered in blood. He took one look at the injured Troian and decided to leave her for now.
Zexion reached the pile of items first claiming the sword and clawed gloves for his own. Once there he started to breakdance in the middle of the tributes, holding out his weapons in the hopes someone would be cut by them. Suddenly something zoomed by Zexion and he stopped his spinning long enough to see Nolan scooping up the camera on his newly modified hang glider complete with a spider silk lined basket woven from rope. Nolan perched on one of the stones again, reaching down to collect his camera before swooping back down at the bloodbath only this time he was not aiming for an item.
Avalon had been hiding amongst the stone pillars using her small size to her advantage. However she spotted the gleaming metal of the trident and against her better judgement ran for the weapon. She had almost made it when she felt her legs being swept out from under her and before she knew it she was sitting in a basket as she climbed higher and higher into the sky. Up above her was Nolan. Avalon looked over the side of the basket and started quaking from fear. “P.. Please don’t drop me. I swear I won’t try and kill you.” She pleaded with Nolan.
“This is my dream and I say who lives and who doesn’t.” Nolan said with a smirk. “And I think it’s time for you to die.” With that he pulled on the drawstring releasing slipknot keeping Avalon in the basket. She fell out the bottom screaming all the way down as her body smashed into one of the rocky towers signalling the second cannon.
Krister had made his way to the bloodbath at this point the same time as Waverly. Both placed their hands on the golden trident at the same time but only one would come out with it. As the two tugged on the weapon Krister let go sending Waverly tumbling backwards. He took out his lacrosse stick and smashed her hard over the head with it dazing her and causing her to lose her grip on the trident. Krister wasted no time in picking it up and sending it through her chest sounding the third cannon but the bloodbath did not stop there.
Nolan navigated his glider back down to the pile of items and noticed Tarrant had picked up the sack of gunpowder that he had wanted. As he flew down low he tugged on a string that normally would cause the glider to bend to the right however once modified it shot a dart out of the hollow tubing of the glider and straight into Tarrant’s back. Nolan landed the glider and took off running towards Tarrant who was quickly slowing down thanks to the poison coursing through his system. He collapsed on top of the sack but Nolan kicked him in the ribs forcing him to roll over. Nolan picked up the sack then sent his hook into Tarrant forehead killing the Capitol boy instantly.
Returning back to the hang glider Nolan saw the spinning tornado of death that was Zexion. “How about no.” He said as he aimed his camera and took a picture of the breakdance champion. The flash blinded Zexion making him lose his balance and topple over. Nolan ran in and grabbed the sword before ducking back out again.
Krister noticed Arlow picking up the canister of mace and thought the little girl would make an easy target. Arlow started to run at Krister fearing for her life as she held the canister of mace out. Krister took aim with his trident and threw it with all his might straight into her chest. However, something weird happened. Just as the trident should have hit Arlow a hand came out of nowhere and pulled Arlow out of the way. The little girl just vanished dropping the mace on the ground and causing the trident to bounce harmlessly off a boulder. Shaking his head Krister picked up the mace and the trident and continued on his way.
Krister noticed the sewing kit still sitting idly on the ground and collected it. At the same time Troian had bandaged up her ankle using scraps of fabric and limped her way to the bloodbath. She saw the sewing kit Waverly had dropped and wanted to come out of this bloodbath with something. She reached out to grab it but had her hand pierced by a sword. Screaming in pain she was met with a kick to the face by Nolan sending her sprawling. With the blade of the sword he chopped her lacrosse stick cleanly in half before plunging the blade into her stomach and slowly bringing it up into her chest. Troian was losing a lot of blood at this point and her screams were growing weaker. “I tire of you.” Nolan muttered as he stuck the blade into her throat sounding her cannon.
With only three tributes standing at the bloodbath Krister and Nolan came up with an idea. Krister smacked Zexion in the head with the lacrosse stick dazzing him as Nolan disarmed him of the clawed gloves. Now with nothing Nolan and Krister each grabbed one of Zexion’s arms and pulled until both his arms were dislocated. Zexion would have screamed in pain if he wasn’t so $wag, On the count of three both tributes plunged their weapons into Zexion firing the eighth cannon of the bloodbath. Only two tributes remained, panting at the exertion. Nolan grabbed the clawed gloves to add to his collection along with the sword, camera, and gunpowder. Krister took the trident, sewing kit, and canister of mace. At this time Circe revealed herself from her hiding place atop one of the rocks. She hopped down nimbly disappointed all the items had been taken but happy she was still alive. The three tributes walked together to the waiting hovercraft that was to take them to their final destination.
Welp, with almost three extra hours to submit I still only have three submissions with one being from a past victor. I'm not sure what to say tributes. I'm not mad but merely disappointed. Two extensions were asked and while one has already passed with still no task the other knows who they are and have until I wake up tomorrow to get it in.Â
So for those of you who did submit thank you so much for being on time. The two of you (austin you're still dying) will be happy to receive a lot of kills and bb swag.Â
