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TopicGive me a fictional character. I'll enter them into a Hunger Games sim
PK_Spam
12/19/19 5:28:39 PM
#69:


(Galactus)

The snowfall came quickly, and the battle royale quickly became a rush to gather as many resources as possible.

Leaves, once lush and green, turned brown and brittle within the hour as the inches of heavy snow crowded their branches. Birds that hadnt already hidden themselves away in tree hollows were dropping left and right, encased in shells of ice. Normally, inclimate weather would have no effect on Galactus, but the games had taken away any powers that were deemed game breaking. While he could still battle it out with the rest of the powerhouses, he couldnt magnify his size and devour the entire arena. The gamers were not on his terms.

The snow subsided, but just as quickly as it came and went, frigid rain fell from above, sapping the heat from his skin, and seeping into his clothes. He would need to find adequate shelter, and soon. He couldnt tie himself to a tree and wait out the weather, he would need to find somewhere protected, not just from the rain, but from the others.

The Cornocopia seemed like it wouldve made a great base of operations, but Galactus had felt the surging waves of power coming from a battle that had taken place there. If the winner hadnt already sequestered themselves away, surrounded by all the weapons they could use, someone else most certainly had. Going there now, without a plan or an alliance, would certainly lead to an arrow straight through the eye.

Galactus made sure to carefully travel downhill. The path was rocky, and with the sleet coating everything in ice, any minor mistake could send him tumbling down, and a single stone hitting his head on the way would be the end. It wasnt just the others he had to worry about, the terrain was possibly his biggest adversary. Not to say that he didnt plan on taking advantage of that, should he come across someone else unwilling to take him up on his offer to team up.

Longer than he wouldve liked to admit, he finally reached the base of the mountain he had initially worked so hard to climb up. If this was how the game was going to go, constantly throwing curveballs at its contestants, then his initial plan of finding a single place from which he could survey as much of the arena as possible would be much more difficult than he had anticipated. This was going to be a long, slow game, one he was determined to win.

Between his cosmic powers allowing him to sense the land, and his own viewpoint from atop the mountain, he knew exactly where he was. There was a lake just a kilometer or two from where he was, and if his senses were correct, a cave not much further from that.

He trudged onward through the snow, weary of the fact that he was leaving giant footsteps in his wake. Though his feet were growing numb, he couldnt get distracted, especially not because he heard something in the distance.

One that seemed to be following him.

A quick survey didnt seem to reveal anything. Whoever it was following him was either small, or a master of staying hidden. It wasnt worth it to go looking for a fight now, the heavy snow was tiring to get through, and his opponent was probably counting on his wearing himself out. Even Galactus himself could be taken down if he werent at 100%. That was why he needed to find food and a place to rest.

He took another step forward. His feet felt resistance. Galactus looked down. A trip wire?

Just a few feet away, a bundle of bells, hastily tied to a tree, jostled. Was this someones security signal? Whoever
set it up, was it so they would know to run or so they could know when to attack.

Armed with only a sharpened stick, Galactus was at a significant disadvantage should someone come at him with a sword, or proper spear. And if they had half decent aiming, and were armed with a bow, he would have almost no choice but to retreat. His shuffling through the snow became more intense. He went through another trip wire, and another bell sounded. He made a mental note to watch his step, and looked down, but then another string caught his torso.

More bells.

It was at this moment that he heard something. This wasnt the thing that was following him earlier. It was something else. Something hissing and rattling.

It came closer and closer.

It was from under the snow.

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