Summary of notable events- Well today was really fun! I woke up in my tree and found that the forest got really super warm. Its still really hot. And all foggy and dense. But when I jumped down from my tree, I noticed that there was light in the distance where it wasn't before. So, I got really excited and ran right to it.
But that all turned out to be a trap for the pretty bitches to get me to fight someone. It was some guy I didn't even know even. He tried to run but then the trees moved and made a wall and we were locked in together. And then i found out he was a rude bitch, which made the game even more fun!
I killed him with my new crowbar and then threw him off the island because I was sick of his messy mess face. All concaved and shit, atrocious! So now I'm in a new tree and I got another present and it helped me heal myself. Vienna must be so proud of me! I miss her...
Current location- in a new tree, near the edge of the forest island
Your injuries- Swollen knee, Bruises along left side of back, Bruised temple, Stab wound in side (treated and bandaged), Slice across chest (treated and bandaged), Shallow cut on neck, Right thumb nail missing (treated and bandaged), Bruised nose, Thin cut on cheekbone, Scrapped knuckles
Weapons- Mace, Giant spider leg, Crowbar, Machete
Items- Net, Dory’s ribs
What you have eaten- other half of loaf, remaining liquids
“Well this is simply not acceptable.” I announce, taking a tally of all my injuries. My body thrones with a dull pain. I have a slight shortness of breath from the excursion and I need a god damn nap. But that doesn't tarnish my mood as I skip about the clearing, gathering up all of my items, the dead assholes, and of course his ribs.
I sit for a moment and wait for something to happen. I glance at the walls of trees and yell into the air. “Let me out pretty bitches, its dead!” I shout, gesturing to the edge of the island where I threw his body into the purple ocean.
Then, just as the words left my lips. The wooden tendrils come back to life once more. The trunks of the trees disperse in the forest line. The arms dig back into the heart and I can see into the deep woods once more. “Thank you!” I shout to the pretty bitches with a smile.
But I don't want to go back in there. Its dark and all the trees makes it even hotter. Out here, I feel a slight breeze. Its warm and sticky feeling. But its better than nothing. AS I stand to move, I hear beeping again. I become instantly overjoyed and drop all my items. “Fuck yes! Come to me shiny!” I scream with open arms and snatch the small box out of the air. I open it to find a bottle of clear liquid and some tape! “Wonderful” I smack the lid shut and grab all my shit before running to the edge of the island.
I walk to the forest line at the edge of the island and enter. Moving a few yards away from the cliff. I find a tree and try to pull myself up. When I do, I realize that my arms are barely working. “Well, this is some bullshit! Again!”
It slipped my mind that my arms were forcibly ripped from their sockets, peculiar. I grip my right arm with my left hand close to my side. I grit my teeth and take a deep breath before slamming the side of my shoulder into the bark.
A loud pop rattles in my ear and I gasp for air. Black haze begins to circle around my vision and I grunts in pain. “fuck...” I sigh, my arm in general feels a hell of a lot better, but that hurt like a mother bITch! I turn to the there side and prepare myself for the second impact. Gritting my teeth, I slam into the bark once more.
This time I fall to my knees and clutch the the roots of the trees. I steady my breathing until the pain subsides again. I stand and roll both of my arms around. Making sure they've returned to their correct positions. “Fuck that guy, who even was that even?”
Once in the tree, I set all my items aside and get to work on my wounds. I dose my most significant wounds with the clear liquid labeled ‘antiseptic.’ Those being the stab wound in my side, the slash across my chest, and my missing thumb nail. I use a very tiny amount on the rest of my more shallow wounds to make sure they don't become invaded by some bitches and cause me to have to cut my arm off.
Then I wrap the bandage around my side, a small section of it around my thumb, and do my best to wrap it around my chest without causing a new flood of blood to pour from my body.
After I treat myself, I remove my remaining bread and water and eat that shit. But slowly so it can last a little longer. Thats something they told me at the survival station with the oyster. But she’s dead now, and thats fucked up. I would have invited her over to my coastal home. I know she really did want to come.
A fight he didn't want in the slightest, but thank fuck that little bitch had some shit on her. His box is completely broken. But a pair of knives are an okay substitute. Salem Held onto his thigh with one hand, the hunter’s knife in the other. He was down, but he isn't about the let his guard down.
For the first time Salem found himself somewhere new. The walls around him were yellow rather than red. He looked around, noticing a few shops he knew he wasn't able to get into, and a few that look like they're in use.
He holds his thigh tighter as he rushes out of the yellow section and into the large central hallway. To his left, he sees a fountain, on the far side of it is something he needs t get away from. A set of three tributes, recognizing tall three of them. Instead of sticking around so they have a chance to spot him, he quickly turns right and rushes towards a larger section. The food court.
Items ↠ Pack 1 [3 bottles of cold water, one bag of skittles, a pack of ready-to-make s’mores (missing two), and a medical kit (three bandages, one bottle of rubbing alcohol, a needle, and thread)] A spool of silvery wire
Allies ↠ Anatolia Noctabelle, My sister Huntress
Injuries ↠ Arrow wound in shoulder [Healing], bruised face & head, lightly bruised stomach & back, lacerations on neck [fading], knife wound on cheek {healing], Axe wound in thigh [cleaned, stitched & Bandaged] Infection in open wounds {killed by rubbing alcohol]
Notes ↠ The cabin that the Sphinx allowed us to crash in over night almost collapsed on Ana and I. Right after we escaped, we gathered our thoughts and decided to do a bit of hunting. We used the top of the maze walls as a faster rout of transportation and to remain hidden, however the breathing situation was less than bare able so after a while we had to retreat back to the maze floor. But our searchings paid off when we stumbled upon a lone Rowan Archer, of District Eleven. Mallory and I went on the offensive this time, and successfully escaped another battle, together. We built a little camp high up ion the walls. But low enough to breathe.
The Aftermath | | Mallory + Anatolia | | Arena: Day 2
A hovercraft appeared in the trees and lifted Rowan's body out of the Arena. Both Ana and myself were absolutely covered in her blood. I sat for a minute, realizing that we had made it out together, again.
I whipped my hands on my legs as best I could as Ana sat beside me. "We did well sister." I stated between heavy breaths, and picking chunks of flesh out from under my finger nails. It was a shame to see Rowan go, but I couldn't get attached to other tributes, they were what stood in Ana and I's path to victory.
Soo my large gashes began to ache and sting, and even slight burning erupted in the fresh thin ones. I stood quickly and helped Anatolia up as well. Thinking what could be possibly doing that. My body was covered in leaves and needles that I could feel I have not made. The forest has been altered, changed by the GameMakers.
"Ana we have to get out of here." I stated, as I picked up my belongings and began to stagger through the woods. I decided that it would be useless to try and trudge our way out, so with little energy, I clenched my fists. The trees began to wilt and the grass receted into the ground quickly. The leaves shriveled up and popped from the branches. "Are you okay Ana?" I asked behind me.
The echo of two cannons pulls me to consciousness early in the mooring. I sit up and grin to myself as it confirms two more tributes dead. Two less obstacles in my way.
However my celebration is cut short when I feel small tickles across my legs and coming around my arms from my back. I jumped up and threw the blanket across the room, revealing a colony of those things thats were upstairs.
They were angry with me and wanted to cut my visit shirt. "Fuck!" I screamed as I noticed a bunch of little tiny bit marks on my arms. My legs were covered so they weren't bad But the was training on me once more and I had to get out.
I jumped to the other side of the couch to retrieve my quarterstaff and parachute, feeling the little bastards climbing up my leg. I shook them off as I ran for the door, slamming it shut behind me.
As I exited to building, they began to melt away from my body, disappearing again in little cracks. "God damn." I mumbled to myself turning on my toes and moving to the edge of the opening.
