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Topic	Give me a fictional character. I'll enter them into a Hunger Games sim
PK_Spam 12/19/19 5:30:19 PM #70:	Galactus speared whatever it was that was hiding, and the hissing stopped. Pulling out his weapon, he found a snake, mouth agape, eyes still staring at him despite the spear through its spine. Its skulls was at least the size of an apple, and its fangs were dropping a muscous venom. He had been told about these. Muttations. Animals designed by the game makers to give the contestants yet another thing to worry about. Something that size would seriously harm him even without its venom. He shuttered to think what would happen had it bitten him. But suddenly, more hissing, this time from another direction. Galactus speared the spot he thought he heard it coming from, but came up empty. Suddenly two more, this time form his left. Staying here would be a foolhardy decision, he made a beeline for the lake. He tripped over another wire. And then another. Whoever had been here had made a concerted effort to make sure anyone running would go over as many as possible, and the more bells he sounded, the more snakes seemed to start hissing at him from below the snow. Galactus bounded around a large tree, but a snake jumped out from the snow in front of him. He dodged it just in time, and reactively speared it straight through the mouth, but before he could pull it out and reclaim his weapon, another two came veering his way. This wasnt good, he had to abandon his weapon, and continued over his path. The snow and ice did nothing to deter them, they seemed to benefit from it, in fact. The snakes that werent burrowing through the foot of snow were on top, sliding on the ice faster than he could run. He bounded forward, the lake was within his sights now, frozen over, to his dismay but being out there, on open land would be better than being in the frozen tangled woods, where the snakes all seemed to live. In a last ditch effort, a coiled mass of snakes came at him from a tree branch, and Galactus was knocked to his feet. He balled his fist and hammered down a blow, crushing their slender bodies, before scrambling to his feet and finally getting to the frozen clearing of water. He didnt let himself walk too far into the frozen surface once he realized that the snakes refused to leave their wooded haven. Were they programmed to behave that way, or was there some other reason? Nevertheless, they gathered en masse, forming a slithering border along the lakes edge, slowly, very slowly, coming closer, more a wall of scales than a collection of reptiles. There was no getting off the lake now, just like there was no hope of getting back to the forest. He was fully visible from all angels now. The snakes, apprehensive to journey onto the snow packed surface of the lake were the least of his long term worries. The ice cracked beneath his feet. Shit! He began running again. Venture too far away from the forest, and he risked the ice cracking beneath his feet even sooner. Get too close to the border of snakes, and they couldve leaped forward and killed him with their venom. The Hunger Games were more than a battle. It was a survival show. The ice a few feet ahead crumbled away, and Galactus had to stop in his tracks and turn around, but before he could head in the opposite direction, he saw that he was already stranded, the ice behind him had already shattered, leaving eerie blue, frigid water sending waves over the ices surface. And just as quickly as that had happened, the very ice beneath his feet gave out. Galactus was sent into a shock the minute he felt the cold seep into his skin. Something below the surface was picking at his feet, sliding his boots off his feet, nipping at him. Any attempts he made at grabbing hold of the unbroken ice ahead lead to it instantly breaking off, sending him plummeting deeper into the frozen waters. And it was there, just as he finally managed to gasp for breath, he saw it. The one following him. The small birdlike figure, Punpun Onodera. He stared at Galactus, rope in hand, clearly aware of the power he held at this moment. Please, Galactus screamed between chocked gasps. Help! Help! He had wanted to say so much more. He had wanted to lie and say that he had food hidden in a cache somewhere, and weapons. But his panicking body could only mutter those two words as he was forced to take hurried breaths. The things beneath the surface continued picking at his toes, momentarily dropping him down before releasing him, as if part of a cruel game, but in the too brief moments Galactus managed to get where he saw above the surface, he watched Punpun slowly casually, walk towards him. Was he going to be saved? Just as Galactus went to gasp for breath again, his fingers numb beyond anything he had felt before, Galactus got a good look at Punpuns eyes. The boy didnt care. Just watched, emotionless, as Galactus took his last breath. 17 Contestants Remain --- https://imgur.com/hCHZS1f On 12/18 Donald Trump got impeached for abuse of power. Vote against the people who tried to protect him in upcoming elections. <cite>PK_Spam posted [p:931812280] in Give me a ... [t:78241701]...</cite> <quote>Galactus speared whatever it was that was hiding, and the hissing stopped. Pulling out his weapon, he found a snake, mouth agape, eyes still staring at him despite the spear through its spine. Its skulls was at least the size of an apple, and its fangs were dropping a muscous venom. He had been told about these. Muttations. Animals designed by the game makers to give the contestants yet another thing to worry about. Something that size would seriously harm him even without its venom. He shuttered to think what would happen had it bitten him. But suddenly, more hissing, this time from another direction. Galactus speared the spot he thought he heard it coming from, but came up empty. Suddenly two more, this time form his left. Staying here would be a foolhardy decision, he made a beeline for the lake. He tripped over another wire. And then another. Whoever had been here had made a concerted effort to make sure anyone running would go over as many as possible, and the more bells he sounded, the more snakes seemed to start hissing at him from below the snow. Galactus bounded around a large tree, but a snake jumped out from the snow in front of him. He dodged it just in time, and reactively speared it straight through the mouth, but before he could pull it out and reclaim his weapon, another two came veering his way. This wasnt good, he had to abandon his weapon, and continued over his path. The snow and ice did nothing to deter them, they seemed to benefit from it, in fact. The snakes that werent burrowing through the foot of snow were on top, sliding on the ice faster than he could run. He bounded forward, the lake was within his sights now, frozen over, to his dismay but being out there, on open land would be better than being in the frozen tangled woods, where the snakes all seemed to live. In a last ditch effort, a coiled mass of snakes came at him from a tree branch, and Galactus was knocked to his feet. He balled his fist and hammered down a blow, crushing their slender bodies, before scrambling to his feet and finally getting to the frozen clearing of water. He didnt let himself walk too far into the frozen surface once he realized that the snakes refused to leave their wooded haven. Were they programmed to behave that way, or was there some other reason? Nevertheless, they gathered en masse, forming a slithering border along the lakes edge, slowly, very slowly, coming closer, more a wall of scales than a collection of reptiles. There was no getting off the lake now, just like there was no hope of getting back to the forest. He was fully visible from all angels now. The snakes, apprehensive to journey onto the snow packed surface of the lake were the least of his long term worries. The ice cracked beneath his feet. Shit! He began running again. Venture too far away from the forest, and he risked the ice cracking beneath his feet even sooner. Get too close to the border of snakes, and they couldve leaped forward and killed him with their venom. The Hunger Games were more than a battle. It was a survival show. The ice a few feet ahead crumbled away, and Galactus had to stop in his tracks and turn around, but before he could head in the opposite direction, he saw that he was already stranded, the ice behind him had already shattered, leaving eerie blue, frigid water sending waves over the ices surface. And just as quickly as that had happened, the very ice beneath his feet gave out. Galactus was sent into a shock the minute he felt the cold seep into his skin. Something below the surface was picking at his feet, sliding his boots off his feet, nipping at him. Any attempts he made at grabbing hold of the unbroken ice ahead lead to it instantly breaking off, sending him plummeting deeper into the frozen waters. And it was there, just as he finally managed to gasp for breath, he saw it. The one following him. The small birdlike figure, Punpun Onodera. He stared at Galactus, rope in hand, clearly aware of the power he held at this moment. Please, Galactus screamed between chocked gasps. Help! Help! He had wanted to say so much more. He had wanted to lie and say that he had food hidden in a cache somewhere, and weapons. But his panicking body could only mutter those two words as he was forced to take hurried breaths. The things beneath the surface continued picking at his toes, momentarily dropping him down before releasing him, as if part of a cruel game, but in the too brief moments Galactus managed to get where he saw above the surface, he watched Punpun slowly casually, walk towards him. Was he going to be saved? Just as Galactus went to gasp for breath again, his fingers numb beyond anything he had felt before, Galactus got a good look at Punpuns eyes. The boy didnt care. Just watched, emotionless, as Galactus took his last breath. 17 Contestants Remain --- https://imgur.com/hCHZS1f On 12/18 Donald Trump got impeached for abuse of power. Vote against the people who tried to protect him in upcoming elections.</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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