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Tardis sat with his back against a tree as he hummed an old tune to himself. He was satisfied from his meal of berries that he had earlier and was content with how he had been doing in the games. He had stayed out of the thick of things for the most part and this small patch of forest was eerily beautiful at night. The occasional firefly would flicker from beyond the perimeter and he could hear the melodious croaking of frogs in the distance. He was happy to find a small piece of paradise in this industrial hell.

Larry tried to start a fire but he lacked the supplies to do so. He found some old cans that looked like they had once contained gasoline and he poured their contents over a pile of wood that was meant for construction purposes but he had no way of sparking the fire. In desperation he began swinging his heavy rebar pole into the ground hoping to catch a spark onto the gas. He swung it over and over not seeing any other options on how to gain warmth. After several hours of swinging with no luck he exhausted himself and passed out.

You wouldn’t know it but Sadsack had a huge smile on his face under the crusty paper sack that covered his head. He loved killing. Ending the lives of Sunny and LOLzies simultaneously felt great, he only wished that he would have been able to use LOLzies chainsaw himself, but alas that foe had removed his hand. Missing a hand didn’t bother him that much as he doubled back, picked it up and shoved it into his bright red underpants. He couldn’t help but snicker when he would look down to see his gnarled up fingers sticking up from his panties. He knew that he would just need to keep up the positivity and the games would be his no problem. He finally reached his destination, the blown out steelworks with the cooling streams of molten metal surrounding the area. Without hesitation he plunged his bleeding stump into the hot steel to cauterize the wound. He pulled his hand out and found his stump had caught on fire. He beat the fire out with his good hand and collapsed on the hard concrete ready to take a well deserved nap.

Koga had been wandering around for the entire day. His throat was killing him as he continued to occasionally cough up blood from Robo’s attempted strangling of him. He still didn’t know what had come over him, though his senses had mostly returned to him he was haunted by memories that he knew weren’t his. Feeling tired he entered a building hoping to get some rest. As he entered he regretted his decision to come to this place almost immediately. The building was filled with loud machinery that was running automatically and was giving him a terrible headache. As he wandered between machines he nearly tripped over the unconscious body of RFC. Koga looked down at RFC unsure if he was alive or not, he tapped him lightly with his foot and RFC’s eyes shot open. Koga could only react by backing up and giving him some space. RFC slowly made his way to his feet. He was aching all over and hit his head hard when he was thrown from above by The Hound. He was dizzy and began to stumble as Koga grabbed hold of him and eased him back to the ground. The two injured men sat with their backs against a wall silently agreeing on a truce as they tried to gain their senses.
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