Poll of the Day > The 2nd New PotD Hunger Games. Official topic

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Archmage007 posted...

@Jen0125 Is that an actual Ernie dog pic, or just a random dog pic that you posted?

that's my erndog! innit he precious?
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Archmage007 posted...

Chainsawed to death, what a terrible way to die.

Hey, Pirate, is it possible for canidates in the Hunger Games to self sponsor something to themselves? Like maybe before the Games begin, a candidate could arrange a time delayed sponsoring of a bag containing a gun, ammo, food rations, and medical supplies to themselves and time it to arrive ten minutes after the Games begin or something. If it is possible, I would like to include that in my attributes/extra info for next round.

I'm not sure how I could make that work, the sponsored items are all determined by the simulation. I might be able to make something unique happen depending on the circumstances like balor and his Rolex. Talk to me sometime closer to the next game and I'll see if I can come up with something for you.
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Stupid Pirate Guy posted...

Jen was still sitting on the ground with her back against the giant inoperable mech that her poor dog was crushed beneath. She had been crying for hours and now just sat in silence growing more and more angry as time went on. She had several cuts and scrapes from running away earlier in the day but she was hardly letting them bother her. Eventually a whistling tune called out as a box dropped in front of her. She opened it up and found a first aid kit inside. This gesture filled her with rage, knowing that no amount of medical supplies could ever bring her dog back. She yelled out and threw the kit away in a fit of rage.

:( my storyline has got me so sad

i was hoping since ernie had gotten the mech body that maybe he was the winner but alas
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SunWuKung420 posted...

Seriously, I love it. Well played writer, well played.

My death is completely wrong. Even if the first bolt got me, I would have already been in a corner before the 2nd bolt was loaded. Most likely with my wounded shoulder in the corner, so I could swing with my unharmed arm when Sadsack came in. Pfft..RNG knows nothing of my skills. Besides, placing the couch in direct line of any entry is stupid and I'd never do that.

Other that, good stuff.

Glad you like it for the most part. As far as your death goes at least you fared better than the last game.
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Archmage007 posted...

I like how you use stuff posters have said (like the no towel comment) in the story. Looking forward to rest of story.

KogaSteelfang posted...

Thanks for writing these. They break up the the monotony I feel. I really look forward to each new update.

Thanks guys. The fact that people are enjoying my writing gives me more motivation to keep doing it.
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Jen0125 posted...

Stupid Pirate Guy posted...

Jen was still sitting on the ground with her back against the giant inoperable mech that her poor dog was crushed beneath. She had been crying for hours and now just sat in silence growing more and more angry as time went on. She had several cuts and scrapes from running away earlier in the day but she was hardly letting them bother her. Eventually a whistling tune called out as a box dropped in front of her. She opened it up and found a first aid kit inside. This gesture filled her with rage, knowing that no amount of medical supplies could ever bring her dog back. She yelled out and threw the kit away in a fit of rage.

:( my storyline has got me so sad

i was hoping since ernie had gotten the mech body that maybe he was the winner but alas

surry. I had to figure out a unique way for Ernie to bash in Bobby's skull and when it came to you having to kill him him being controlled seemed the only way to make it plausible. I put a lot of doom and gloom in these but then again it is a tournament of death.
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Jen0125 posted...

i was hoping since ernie had gotten the mech body that maybe he was the winner but alas

The underdogs are always the winners in these things though. And Ernie was... well... He was a different type of underdog.
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These are really entertaining, I'm looking forward to reading the next one!

Koga, thanks for not killing me when you had the chance to.

>=)
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Mario_VS_DK posted...

Jen0125 posted...

i was hoping since ernie had gotten the mech body that maybe he was the winner but alas

The underdogs are always the winners in these things though. And Ernie was... well... He was a different type of underdog.

Not necessarily. All though he was a pretty random character the winner of my last game The Scarlet Pimpernel had won the most fights overall.
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Sadsack strikes! Ib4 I die in a lame way.
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Stupid Pirate Guy posted...

He ran over and saw a metal box, he opened it up and to his excitement he found a gold Rolex watch inside. The hands weren’t moving and he had no idea of the actual time so he decided not to wind it, but nevertheless the watch was absolutely gorgeous. He put it on without hesitation, smiling widely as he took it as a gift from his adoring fans.

yaaaaaaaaas. imma look so good when i win the games.
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Day 2

Robo had woken up at the breaking of dawn. He and Koga had traded off sleeping in shifts for most of the night, but at some point they both seemed to drift off. Luckily they weren’t attacked as they had remained outside and were relatively defenseless. As Robo looked down on the sleeping Koga he contemplated winning the games. He was feeling ineffectual and weak, he had run from the cornucopia denying himself access to any gear, and spent the entire first day sitting around feeling sorry for himself. He knew that if he were to have any hope of making it to the end he would need to start taking some risks. A darkness grew inside of him as he looked down at Koga. He didn’t feel good about it, but he needed to start making plays for power. After several moments of regretful contemplation Robo reached out and powerfully grabbed the neck of the sleeping Koga, trying to strangle the life out of him.

Koga’s eyes burst open but he was unable to breath in and gain composure as Robo crushed his throat. Koga thrashed out and struggled as much as he could, but he had been taken completely off guard. Robo shook Koga violently hoping to end it as soon as possible. Koga weakly pushed his hands against Robo but it was no use. After several moments his vision had blurred to black. As he felt Koga go limp Robo softened his grip and began to breath heavily. Just as he was about to remove his hands from Koga’s throat and leave he felt Koga’s neck begin to move like he was able to take in air. He tightened his grip, but this time he found Koga’s neck to be solid as he tried to squeeze his throat shut. Robo gritted his teeth as he struggled to end Koga’s life when suddenly Koga’s eyes shot open. They were not the same eyes as he had had before. They were yellow and seemed to glow. In the same moment Koga grabbed both of Robo’s arms and gripped them tightly in his hands. Robo tried to let go and run away but Koga’s grip was too strong. Koga opened his mouth and yelled out as his grip broke Robo’s right forearm. As Robo cried out in pain Koga tossed him away. Robo scrambled to his feet and ran away as fast as he could as Koga struggled to get up. Koga collapsed to his knees and began coughing up blood. His mind was swimming and he was full of delirious thoughts as memories of a life he had never lived came flooding to him. He managed to stand up and began to run away from the scene with no destination in mind as he struggled to regain his grip on reality.

Robo was in shock, he had no idea what the deal was with Koga, but he was sure that he had killed him when he suddenly woke back up and had unbelievable strength. He took sharp corners holding his mangled arm with his good hand. He continued to run for several minutes until he was positive that he was no longer being pursued. Badly injured and out of breath he spied a storm drain coming out of a rise in the concrete. Feeling that he had no other choice he crawled on his belly and backed his way down into the storm drain, into the safety of the dark sewer below.

Obama had walked outside and was stretching in the morning sunlight when he heard someone approaching him rapidly. He turned and saw Koga hunched over running aimlessly with blood pouring from his mouth. Obama tried to stop him to see if he needed any help but Koga just looked at him, unsure of what was real or not and continued to shamble off. Obama tried to grab Koga’s shoulder as he passed offering to help him, but Koga turned around fast and threw the hand away. Obama watched as Koga mindlessly turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
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Noodles stopped to relax for the first time since the games had started, he had been so wrapped up in stealing medical supplies to treat his injuries that he never fully looked through the bag of items that he had collected during the bloodbath. He opened the backpack up and found a couple rations of food and some water which he consumed immediately. After his small meal he turned back to the pack and found some rope and at the bottom he found a small hand held saw. He examined the tool and pulled its trigger watching as the tiny blade began reciprocating up and down at a furious pace. Definitely not as powerful as a chainsaw, but it could definitely do some damage if he were to sneak up on somebody and attack their vitals close on. He closed up his backpack keeping the saw in hand and decided that he would start exploring some of the nearby buildings.

After his encounter with LOLzies the night before wwinter was feeling even worse then he had before. He was ashamed of himself for submitting himself to just give up so easily. LOLzies showed him mercy and he decided that he would not waste that opportunity, from here on out he would fight regardless of how hopeless the situation may be. He pulled himself up off the floor at looked at the furiously rotating saw blades attached to the conveyor system of the saw mill. He had grown accustomed to their loud whirling throughout the night. Although the blades were deadly the time he had spent encapsulated in their noise made him feel safe. He decided that he would remain at the saw mill but explore around some more to see if there was anything in the building that he could use as a weapon.

RC had wandered into the quarry and had worked her way most of the way down. To her dismay there wasn’t much of interest here. She was holding onto hope that she may find something interesting at the bottom but circling the long terraced ledges was taking some time and she often had no shade from the sun. Holding her riot shield over her head she tried whistling a tune to herself to prevent her from going crazy. She hadn’t come across another person since the games started and she was beginning to question whether that was a good thing or not.

Mario was looking for the perfect place to hide his proximity mine. He wanted to make sure it would be well hidden, but also close enough to an area where someone would definitely activate it. After a while of exploring outside he found a couple of rusty old trash cans against the wall of a tight alley. This seemed like as good a place as any. He pressed the button on the mine, it began blinking indicating that it was activated and he placed it between the trashcans. He quickly ran out of the alley as the bomb timed down to set itself. He looked back and was pleased by his choice. The trashcans hid the mine from visibility from both sides and that alley was tight enough that anyone walking down it would surely set it off. As he stood for a moment feeling satisfied he heard yet another whistling tune call out from above. He looked up to see a large package descending toward him. He grabbed the box and ripped it open finding a large ax with a pick on the back much like a firefighter would use to break down doors. He waved to the invisible audience, knowing that he was doing them proud based on the gifts they kept sending him.

Tardis decided that he would remain up in the forested area of the arena. Something about being surrounded by trees seemed much safer than trying to navigate the concrete maze that the other tributes were dispersed throughout. He tried shooting down some birds with his nail gun with no luck. After several hours he found a bush with red berries near the perimeter fence. He was skeptical to eat them but he was also starving. He squeezed one open and licked the juice, it tasted sweet. After waiting about an hour he decided that eating these berries wouldn’t kill him and he began to devour every berry he could find on the bush.
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Shark was still inside of the old crumbling office building searching for supplies. After some time he found a metal pipe. “Better than nothing,” he thought. He held the pipe firmly in hand and started looking for someone to bash with it, hoping that he would come across The Hound so that he could return the favor from the day before.

Wwinter had explored the lower levels of the sawmill and had no luck finding a weapon so he decided to explore the upper corridors and catwalks that overlooked the machinery. There was almost nothing up there but he did come across a rusty old tool box. He opened it up and found a hammer that looked like it could fall apart at any moment. Lacking any better options he grabbed the hammer and attached it to his belt as he continued to look around. As he searched around he noticed the shadow of a figure entering the building through the large open door below. He couldn’t tell who it was and he decided to stay low and out of sight until he had the perfect moment to strike. The intruder was looking around at the deadly saw blades and was completely unaware of wwinter hiding above. Wwinter saw some chains attached to pulley system nearby. It would be risky but he was done playing it safe. When the figure had gotten to the middle of the room wwinter pulled his hammer from his belt, grabbed hold of the chains and jumped as he flew to the floor below.

The rusty chains cut into his hand and did little to slow his descent, but it did give him the element of surprise. Wwinter hit the ground hard as pain shot through his legs and he lunged at the intruder who had just turned his way after hearing the noise of his loud descent. It was Noodles and he was caught completely off guard by the surprise attack. As wwinter tackled him to the ground Noodles pulled the trigger on his reciprocating saw and started desperately swinging at his attacker. The small blade cut into wwinter’s chest and abdomen several times but the blade was too small to do serious damage. Wwinter backed off for a moment to assess his wounds as Noodles got up to his feet holding his saw blade out in front of him. Just having the rusty old hammer wwinter was outmatched as far as weaponry went but he did know this building well after spending the last day here. He began to take lunging swings at Noodles with his hammer trying to push him back. Noodles swung his electric saw at wwinter’s hands in defense but missed contact as he backed away. Wwinter continued to push Noodles back until he backed him into one of the conveyor belts. Noodles turned momentarily to see what he had walked into when wwinter used this opportunity to strike. He threw the hammer hard at Noodles and charged straight for him. Noodles managed to dodge as the hammer flew past his head but wwinter was on him a moment later laying punches into him and pushing him up on the conveyor belt. Noodles held down the trigger to his saw as he desperately tried to defend himself. The saw cut into the side of wwinter’s neck causing blood to stream out but he kept fighting.
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He managed to force Noodles onto the moving conveyor belt. Noodles struggled to get to his feet but the conveyor system was moving too fast. He saw wwinter grab at his neck and he felt victorious when he was suddenly overcome by an overwhelming loud grinding noise. He turned and saw that the belt was leading him straight into a giant wood chipper. With no time to react Noodles’ leg was crushed between the grinding machinery and his body was slowly pulled in with it. He cried out in terror as he felt his lower half being torn and mashed apart. He passed out from the intense pain as the rest of his body was pulled into the machine and ground into pulp. Above the chute leading out of the machine was spitting out a puree of torn up pieces of bones and flesh into a bucket, that began to overflow with the thick red paste. Wwinter slumped to the ground trying to catch his breath. The cut on his neck hurt but it didn’t seem to be fatal. After taking several minutes to compose himself he got up to treat his wound.

Larry had made his way outside and found himself to be in some type of construction zone. He passed by rusty old bulldozers and dumpsters looking for anything that could be useful. He entered a partly constructed building and found a pile of iron rebar poles. He picked one up. It was very heavy but it could at least give him some range if he needed to use it as a weapon.

Sadsack had been taking a nap inside of Sunny’s old home when he was awoken by footsteps outside. He crept over to the exposed window and looked through to see someones feet walk just past him. Sadsack quickly shoved as much of Sunny’s remaining food into his mouth and gathered up his crossbow. Once the guy had gotten far enough away Sadsack leaned through the window and launched a rusty nail from his crossbow at his target. The nail shot out fast but its trajectory was off having not being designed for use in the crossbow. The nail flew into the brick wall nearby and his target took off running into the distance. “Fuck,” Sadsack yelled out as he yanked a bolt from the wall behind him. He then dove through the window scraping his mostly naked body along the asphalt ground and took off in pursuit.

LOLzies was feeling stupid for letting his guard down. He didn’t know where that shot had come from but someone had definitely got the drop on him. He quickly turned the first corner he came to and hid in a garage. He had no idea if the shooter had been above him or behind him or what so he had no idea if they had tracked him or not. He hid in the shadows with his back against the wall as he waited for his attacker to make himself known. After waiting a few moments he heard like what sounded to be bare feet slapping against the asphalt outside as someone was hauling ass. He looked out to see Sadsack run straight past the open garage, wielding a crossbow. “That fucker,” LOLzies thought as he watch Sadsack turn a corner before giving chase himself. LOLzies was prepared to track Sadsack until he was exhausted and then he would cut him up into little pieces, he smiled at the thought. He expected Sadsack to be a good distance ahead of him as he turned the corner Sadsack had just taken. Instead as he turned he found himself face to face with the sack covered man.
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A shot rang out as a bolt flew clean through his abdomen. LOLzies fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood as Sadsack ran up and started to stomp on him and kick at his face. Despite the incredible pain he was in LOLzies managed to rev up his chainsaw and swing it at his attacker. Blood rained down as Sadsack stumbled back. His hand had been sawed clean off and he grabbed the nub where his hand had once been. As the severed hand fell to the ground next LOLzies he struggled to get to his feet. He wanted to finish his opponent off but he was bleeding tremendously from the bolt wound and would surely bleed out if it was left untreated. He took off as fast as he could leaving Sadsack to tend to his own wounds. LOLzies had run as far as he could in his current state, confident that he had done more damage to opponent in that fight. As he tried to catch his breath he was knocked to the ground as Sadsack jumped on his back from behind. Losing a hand had barely even slowed him down. With LOLzies pinned to the ground Sadsack reached into his underwear with his remaining hand and pulled out a rusty screwdriver. He stabbed the screwdriver into LOLzies repeatedly. After several minutes of ruthless stabbing through his ribs, into his neck and through his skull Sadsack had turned LOLzies into human swiss cheese. Sadsack’s nearly nude body was covered with blood from head to toe. As he got to his feet he stomped on LOLzies shattered skull a couple more times for good measure. He slowly walked away from the bloody scene to find some type of treatment to stop the bleeding from his severed hand.

Balor had taken refuge inside of a small storage unit. He had searched through many of the units looking for food put he had no luck. Although his spirits were down looking at his shiny Rolex watch made him feel better. He was definitely the favored contender in this competition if his fans at the capital would award him with such a beautiful gift. As the hours past his stomach began to grumble uncontrollably. He knew that it would disappoint his fans to see him act in such a manner, but he needed to get sustenance from somewhere. Reluctantly he opened the can of bait worms from his pack and began munching down on the slimy dirt covered grubs.

Jen had finally decided to move on from the scene of Ernie’s final resting place. She wanted more than anything to get him out from under the mech and give him a proper burial put he was crushed under then immense weight and every time she tried to pull him out her heart sank even lower. Her mind was clouded as she walked aimlessly into a dark building, she just wanted to find somewhere to rest. As she walked she stepped on a board and an exposed rusty nail stuck straight through her boot and into her foot. She fell to the ground crying out in pain and frustration. She cursed the world for putting her into this situation as she crawled to a dark corner and laid down as the pain in her foot throbbed. She regretted tossing away the first aid kit the night before.

The Hound was wandering around looking for someone to fight. He had made sure to take care of his personal needs before getting into a fight with any of these other insignificant tributes. He had himself a good lay and a delicious meal of chicken, all that was left was to do some killing and he was hoping to do some soon. He approached a large building with the sounds of loud machines clattering and banging inside. He readied his broadsword knowing that someone could be hiding around any corner. He was amazed by the technology that he saw inside. Mechanical arms moving on their own as though they were assembling an invisible vehicle, sparks flying from other arms that were meant to weld together pieces of solid steel and enormous crushing compactors that would flatten anything that got near them.
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He marveled for only a moment and continued to look around the room not wanting to get attacked as he stared as these mysterious machines. He eventually came across a metal staircase and began to ascend, thinking it to be the most logical place where a cowardly tribute would hide out.

As The Hound climbed up the metal stairs his heavy steps caused the platforms to lightly shake alerting RFC to his presence. RFC had taken the high ground to avoid being taken off guard, but of course someone would come looking for him while he was trying to rest. As RFC got to his feet he saw The Hound approaching in the distance. Their eyes met and The Hound charged forward with his sword raised high. RFC immediately took off in the opposite direction. The Hound was no doubt much stronger than him, but he was fast and he would do everything he could to outmaneuver his giant attacker. With his hammer drill in hand RFC sprinted across the metal platforms and entered one of the factories control rooms. He slammed the door behind him and bolted it knowing that it would merely slow The Hound down. RFC looked around and saw another exit behind him, but decided that this room would be his best bet for the confrontation. The walls were lined with circuit panels and there were switchboards to control the machines below all around. Within moments he heard The Hound pounding on the door. He had hit it only a few times before he broke through the lock barreling into the room with his shoulder. He sneered at RFC as he towered over him with his sword held high. The Hound took a long sweeping swipe as RFC managed to dodge backwards with his back pressed against the wall. The Hound raised his sword once again high over his head, as he swung it down RFC dove to the side barely missing contact with the blade. The tip of The Hound’s sword cut into a breaker box which spit out sparks as a massive volt of electricity was shot through The Hound’s body. He was thrown back and RFC took off running through the back exit of the control room. As The Hound reached to retrieve his blade the sparking circuits caught fire and sparks began to fly through the rest of the machinery in the room. The Hound resolved to kill his opponent with his bare hands as he took off after RFC.
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hahahahaha perfect.
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RFC watched as fire spread from the control room, hoping that that would be the end of The Hound. But to his dismay the massive man burst through the rooms exit and continued straight for him. RFC held up his drill hammer hoping that it would be enough to stop this mighty man. He held down the trigger and the hammer started to shoot out and in rapidly like a machine piston, but The Hound was not deterred. He swung his fist into RFC’s face knocking him back against the railing of the catwalk. The Hound continued his attack and punched RFC again and again until it felt like he was going to black out. As he slumped to the ground The Hound lifted RFC up ready to throw him down below onto the conveyor belts where the deadly automated machines below continued to mash and burn anything that got in their path. The Hound raised RFC over his head. In a last ditch effort RFC pulled the trigger on the drill hammer once more and thrust it straight into the top of The Hound’s skull. RFC watched as the wedged hammer burst into The Hound’s head rapidly again and again sending blood splattering into the sky. The Hound yelled back as he jumped back and simultaneously tossed RFC into the air. RFC fell and as The Hound reeled back and clutched his scalp he broke the support beam and tumbled below as well. RFC hit the ground hard and felt like he was about to black out but he knew that he would need to keep moving to survive. He got to his feet ready to leave his drill hammer behind when he saw that The Hound had fallen onto the conveyor. Blood was pouring from his head as he made no attempt to free himself. RFC stumbled and caught himself on a nearby shelf and watched as the mighty Hound was dragged under the tremendous compactor. The machine mercilessly smashed the warriors body to a bloody pulp starting with his head as the conveyor belt continued to pull his body through until all that was left of The Hound was a mash of red plate armor caked in blood and entrails.

6 cannon shots can be heard in the distance

Mead
District 12

SmokeMassTree
District 1

SunWuKung
District 8

Noodles
District 6

LOLzies
District 1

The Hound
District 6

Proceed.
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Oodles of Noodles... now with Hound meat for flavor!

I love it.
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Stupid Pirate Guy posted...

RC had wandered into the quarry and had worked her way most of the way down. To her dismay there wasn’t much of interest here. She was holding onto hope that she may find something interesting at the bottom but circling the long terraced ledges was taking some time and she often had no shade from the sun. Holding her riot shield over her head she tried whistling a tune to herself to prevent her from going crazy. She hadn’t come across another person since the games started and she was beginning to question whether that was a good thing or not

That's right, hun. Stay alert and wait out the chaos.
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I love being a main antagonist
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Damn it! I wanted to be the one who kicked Hound's ass!
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*belatedly catches up to this topic*

Made it! I'll have to make sure I sign up for the next one.

*gets popcorn in the meantime*
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Now that was a good death for Noodles. Even more so that I was the one who did it. :D
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The End

From the crumbled remains of the blown up metal works rivers of molten molten steel flowed freely into various areas of the arena. As the viscous metal covered the ground above much of it fell below through grates and storm drains. It poured down through the sewers and hidden tunnels that flowed throughout the underbelly of the battlefield. Further down it worked through cracks in the mortar until it made its way into a long sealed off chamber. Through various holes in its ceiling the chamber was rained down on by the molten steel. The various rods coming up from the floor of the chamber began to release steam and gas at a rapid rate. The rising temperature in the room made the entire chamber unstable as the long dormant fission reactor started to have a core meltdown.

The remaining tributes above were oblivious to the imminent destruction that was about to be wrought from below. They continued to fight, hunt, forage and make alliances, completely unaware that all of the efforts were for naught. There was no warning, just a sudden rumble and then nothing but fire and pressure exploding outward as the nuclear reactor erupted. In moments the entire arena was reduced to ashes. No buildings left standing, no tributes left surviving. The people from the capital and various districts watched helplessly on their TVs as the explosion burst out in a flash and then cut off all of their communications. Unrest broke out throughout the nation. There was no point to the hunger games if there was no winner. As the districts fell into chaos the capital dispatched a team to survey the remains of the arena. The team flew in on their ships as close as they could, but were unable to approach the ground zero for some time. As they waited, preparing themselves to enter the radioactive wastes they were amazed as a single being rose from the ashes of the battlefield and walked toward them.

No one was prepared for the outcome that had arisen. From the mechanized suit Ernie’s DNA had been stored, saved and dispersed through millions of microscopic nanobots. The nanobots were able to withstand the nuclear fallout and reconstructed the once deceased dog to his former self. A new type of creature, both mechanical and organic this new Ernie was immune to the radiation from the explosion. He was healed of all injuries sustained in the games and cured of all preexisting ailments. The microbial nanobots were a part of him and would heal any wound he were to sustain and prevent him from aging. This new form of life created by the nuclear fallout of the hunger games was all but immortal.
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Ernie was brought to the capital and order was restored as the people were shown that they had a true winner of the hunger games. But the unrest remained. The people had been shown by this new life form that there was much more to life than killing. After being named champion of the games many of the capital guards turned on their masters as Ernie had brought them a new hope and determination for the future. The capital guards who remained loyal were quickly dispatched by those who had seen the light. The president who reigned from the highest tower of the capital was taken and thrown from the roof by his once loyal subjects.

A new age had arrived for the nation that would be made great once again. The capital opened its gates and resources to the citizens of all of the districts and everyone was finally allowed the same rights. Disease and poverty were no longer existent as they entered an era of peace and unity led by the inspiration Ernie. Ernie embodied the simple message of peace and goodwill to fellow man. The hunger games were abolished forever.

13 cannon shots were made to honor the remaining tributes who lost their lives in the last Hunger Games.

KogaSteelfang
District 2

Sadsack
District 3

Larry
District 3

MarioDK
District 4

Shark
District 5

Robo Dudebro
District 5

Barack Obama
District 6

wwinter
District 7

RctheWSBC
District 8

Balor
District 9

Jen
District 10

Tardis
District 10

RFC
District 11
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Got tired of writing, eh?
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CountessRolab posted...

Got tired of writing, eh?

It's April Fools. Although I do like that ending.
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KogaSteelfang posted...

It's April Fools. Although I do like that ending.

Are you sure? This actually seems legit.
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In case it wasn't obvious that was an April Fool's what if ending.
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BOIIII I was about to be like "when the fuck did i die?!"
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thank god
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nice joke ending
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Night 2

Jen woke up covered in a cold sweat on the floor of the dark room. She had been tormented by the strangest dreams. Nuclear fallout destroying the arena, Ernie being reborn and the complete overthrowing of the capital. She began to sob quietly as the dream made her realize that she would happily give her own life if it meant that Ernie could live again. As she pressed her face into her hands she felt something scurrying across her back. She shot up and realized that she had been covered in a spiders web while she slept. She shuddered and brushed herself off trying to rid herself of the crawling arachnids. Though the room was dark she could make out the dark figures of many spiders scurrying across the floor to get to safety. In her panic she didn’t even think that she had stood on her foot that she injured earlier by stepping on the nail. As she pressed her weight down on the foot she was relieved to find that the pain had stopped completely and the wound had almost fully healed in the small amount of time that she slept. Wiping the tears from her face she decided to continue exploring the building to search for supplies.

Wwinter decided that it was time for him to leave the sawmill after he had battled Noodles earlier. Noodles’ remains were splattered all over the place and looking at the congealing viscera made him feel ill. He didn’t have a destination in mind but looking up he could see smoke stacks pouring out the pollution that blocked the moonlight from shining through. Guided by the few flickering lights that remained intact outside wwinter hurried towards the large factory assuming he would find something of use inside.

Robo had crawled through the small passages leading from the storm drain and found himself in some kind of underground tunnel system. Fluorescent lights were stringed along the walls and gave him a moment of relief. The pain from his broken arm was unbearable. He still couldn’t believe what had happened with Koga earlier but whatever it was it seemed unnatural. He opened up his first aid kit and did what he could with the meager supplies inside. There were two pills that looked like they were for pain relief which he down promptly and a sling that he could at least use to hold his arm in place and prevent further damage. There was nothing in the kit that he could use to reset his broken bones so he closed the pack up and began to follow the tunnel to the south. He wasn’t sure where the tunnel was leading him but he didn’t want to stay underground for too long because he needed to scavenge for food.
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After circling the long terraced edges of the quarry RC had finally made it to the bottom where she decided to rest and try to catch some sleep. As she looked around she feared that she may have wasted her time coming down here because she had basically trapped herself inside but as she searched she came across some rusty old construction vehicles. She climbed into a large bulldozer and managed to force the heavy door open. She climbed into the large seat and began searching around. She opened compartments inside and found an old stale bag of chips which she immediately ripped open and started devouring. The seats in the hefty vehicle were comfortable enough as she laid out across them and dropped her shield to her side. Her shield fell onto the ancient control panel and just as she was starting to close her eyes the lights inside turned on blinding her for a moment as loud music blasted from the old sound system. The speakers had long ago been blown out causing the music to come out harshly as an old pop song by The Spice Girls screamed into her face. She desperately started pushing buttons and turning knobs on the dash board as the song rang out doing anything in her power to silence it. The buttons were all rusted to the point where she couldn’t even push them and the knobs fell off with a crack as she tried to turn them. She yelled out in frustration and started bashing her shield against the dashboard, praying for silence. After a minute the song ended and she breathed a sigh of relief which only lasted for a moment as The Spice Girls broke into a new jam immediately after. She yelled out and grabbed her shield. She leaped from the rusty vehicle trying her best to distance herself from the persistent pop music.

Balor was feeling ill. He regretted eating the bait worms earlier but he was so desperate at the time. Now his stomach was churning and he began sweating all over. His spirits were low when suddenly he heard a familiar song playing in the distance. Struck with curiosity he rose to his feet and headed off to find the source of those sweet jams. As he walked he began to recognize the songs and started to dance as he made his way towards it, the power of dance immediately made his nauseousness feel much better. He found himself at the edge of the quarry and looked down to see a lit up truck that was pumping out the beats. He looked at the edges and thought that it would take way too long to get down there by going the long way, he was ready to bust a move now. He skillfully jumped onto the steep slope and slid to the terrace below. Dirt and small rocks flew all over but that was hardly enough to keep him from a party. He continued to slide down the steep slopes as the terraces descended. With each step the music grew louder and the more he wanted to get to the bottom. After just a few short minutes he had descended all the way to the basin of the huge quarry. He spun around as the music echoed through the area completely encapsulating him in pure musical glee.

After a few minutes of dancing he noticed RC come into view, looking frazzled and distressed. He called out to her, “What’s wrong honey? Come dance with me,” as he moonwalked towards her. Driven to a point of extreme rage by the incessant music RC was having none of this. She held her shield over her head and charged toward Balor while letting out an Amazonian war cry. She swung the shield hard at him but he took a wide step and slid out of her path turning to face her as he bobbed his shoulders to the beat of the music. He held up his hands and motioned with his fingers for her to come at him again. She looked him in the eye and charged at him once again, this time swiping her shield across his midsection. The shield slammed into his stomach and he fell to his back.
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He attempted to swing his legs back to catapult himself to his feet but RC had already pinned him to the ground. Abandoning her shield she started to lay punch after punch into the skinny boys face and chest. Balor cried out and tried to cover his face as she beat him down. After a few moments Balor lay flat on his back bloodied and RC stood to her feet gasping with exhaustion. She could have finished him off, but she just wanted to get away from the music. As the song changed once again she turned from the scene and began to run away as fast as she could.

She had barely made it to the incline of the long slope leading out of the quarry when she was struck from behind. She fell forward, barely able to catch herself with her hands. As she turned around she saw Balor standing over her holding her riot shield that she had left behind. His face was bruised and bleeding and he stared down at her menacingly. “You done fucked up bitch,” he sneered as he reached down and grabbed her by the hair with his free hand. He pulled her hair tight and cracked the heavy shield into the side of her face. The hot 90’s groove blared in the background as Balor bashed RC in the head again and again with her own shield. With one last devastating hit her hair was ripped from her head as she fell to the ground, her face was swollen and broken open from the relentless smashing. Balor opened up his hands dropping the clump of hair to the dirt. “Psh. Where was I?” he said as he walked back to the source of the music snapping his fingers and shaking his hips as the lifeless RC lay bleeding in the dirt.

Mario had been wandering around for some time without running into anyone and was feeling rather hungry. He found himself in front of a large building with a glass entryway and decided to enter. Upon entering the large foyer he was greeted by a cheerful Barack Obama who was sitting on an old beat up sofa surrounded by candy bars and sodas that he salvaged from the vending machines. Obama motioned for Mario to join him and it was an offer that was difficult to refuse. Although he felt that he could easily outmatch Obama with his ax he was charmed by the warm offering. He laid his ax down and took a seat next to Obama graciously accepting his offering of food. After several hours of eating and talking together the two men had an awkward moment where their hands touched. They looked at each other and decided that holding hands felt right. It symbolized their goodwill toward one another and the fact that they could still behave like human beings even though they’ve been forced to cope with these extreme circumstances. As he held the strong leaders hand Mario was filled with a great comfort and drifted off to sleep.

As she wandered the dark building Jen heard someones loud footsteps coming around the corner. She was still disturbed by the events of the day before. Then her dreams and waking up covered in spiders didn’t help the matter. She was completely defenseless as Shark turned a corner staring right at her holding a large pipe. She was frazzled and had nothing to protect herself with, she stood frozen prepared to be reunited with Ernie. As she squeezed her eyes shut she heard the pipe fall to the ground. She opened her eyes to see Shark standing in front of her sobbing. Within moments the two embraced in a long hug as they both cried uncontrollably onto each others shoulders.
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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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Robo had walked down the dimly lit tunnel for an unknown amount of time. At this point he was starving and the pain from his broken arm was absolutely miserable. He came to a ladder and decided that here was as good as anywhere to ascend and try to get some necessary supplies. After a struggle to get up the ladder using his one good arm Robo pushed on the metal hatch above him and found himself inside of a large factory. He looked around and saw a combustion chamber which must have been the source for all the pollution in the sky around this arena. He looked around this room for a few moments before deciding that there was nothing of interest and he continued to explore into the next room which was reverberating with the loud noise of machines moving and clamoring together.

Wwinter had finally reached the factory that was pouring out smoke. He was out of breath and when he felt his neck he found that the cut he received from Noodles earlier had reopened. Although the vital arteries hadn’t been cut the continued blood loss coupled with his running across the arena was making him feel faint. He continued onward determined that this building would contain food and first aid supplies. As he entered he found himself surrounded by conveyor belts and robotic arms that were shooting out sparks. The entire building was vibrating with noise. As he scanned the area looking for anything useful his eyes locked with Robo who was standing at the opposite end of the room looking shocked and unprepared to face an opponent. Despite his injuries wwinter wasn’t about to let Robo take advantage of his situation. He kept his eyes locked on his opponent as they both walked between machines and equipment sizing each other up. Wwinter noticed that Robo’s arm was in a sling and he was filled with a sudden confidence. He started running wildly past the conveyor belts and odd shaped machines straight towards his opponent. Undeterred Robo charged as well, prepared to fend off his attacker by any means necessary.

Wwinter hopped over a conveyor belt and met Robo head on. He threw the first punch but Robo was quick to dodge. Without the full use of his arms Robo let out a powerful kick that cracked into wwinter’s side, sending him stumbling into a shelf of tools. Wwinter grabbed the first thing that he could find which was a small wrench and quickly turned and swung it at Robo’s face. Robo was barely able to back his face away in time to dodge and he thrust a knee forward hitting wwinter straight in his abs. Although the knee had knocked the wind out of him wwinter didn’t waste the opportunity of his opponent coming in close and he smacked the wrench into Robo’s face. The two fighters fell to the ground. As they began to prepare to stand back up and face off once again they were both shocked to find that they had landed right on top of the unconscious Koga and RFC.

Koga’s eyes opened immediately when he felt the wwinter and Robo fall down on him. His eyes met Robo’s and he was reminded of how he had tried to kill him just earlier that day. Robo was filled with terror to be so close to Koga yet again, he did not understand the power that he had he just knew that he needed to get away. Robo struggled too his feet crying out in pain as he put pressure on broken arm and took off running to the adjacent room where he had entered from. Koga gritted his teeth, suddenly filled with only one purpose, revenge. He shot up like he had never been injured at all and took off after Robo. Wwinter was still getting up as the two ran from the room. He looked at the dazed RFC next to him but decided that he would finish off Robo first then come back and finish the job on RFC. As the three injured men all made their way to the other room RFC slowly began to come to his senses. His head throbbed as he knelt over and tried to get to his feet. He spied his pneumatic drill hammer just a few feet away under a nearby conveyor belt.
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Robo ran as fast as he could into the room that held the combustion chamber. He was badly injured but he thought if he could make it to the tunnel entrance before anyone saw him he would be able to escape. He looked behind himself and to his dismay he saw Koga sprinting right towards him, a wild look in his eye and drool foaming from his mouth. Robo could barely react before Koga was on him. Koga pulled his good arm to his back and rushed him forward straight into the hot metal surface of the combustion chamber. Robo yelled out in pain as his face was seared by the hot metal. Koga slammed Robo’s face again and again as steam began rise from the burning flesh of his face. Robo was pleading for mercy but Koga had entered a deranged state where his brain was flooded by primal thoughts of murder and power. Koga pulled Robo back one last time and smashed his face straight into the burning iron door with the sickly cracking noise of his skull shattering. He held Robo in place as his body began to smoke and his cries for mercy turned to the delicious sound of sizzling flesh. Koga bent over and bit down hard onto Robo’s cheek and ripped off a piece of cooked flesh.

As he completed this brutal action Koga suddenly snapped back to reality and realized what he had just done. He spit out the chunk of flesh and started to feel ill. He knew that he would need to kill in these games but he was losing himself in these obsessive primal thoughts. As Koga stood in shock reeling from what he had just down he was struck in the back of the head hard. Wwinter stood over Koga with the wrench in hand ready to finish him off. He had been much slower to reach the room but was pleased to see that Koga had taken out Robo for him. Blood oozed from the wound on his neck as he bent over readying himself to bash Koga’s skull in with the wrench. As he raised the wrench high over his head he was suddenly deafened by the metal clanging of an electric drill as RFC plunged the pneumatic hammer into the back of his skull. The hammer plunged into wwinter’s brain stem repeatedly in a matter of seconds. His brains shot through his open mouth and splattered all over Koga’s back. Wwinter fell lifelessly to the ground and RFC stuck the drill into his back and plunged the hammer into his spine repeatedly. Koga was shuddering on the ground holding his hands on his head as a pool of blood poured from wwinter’s body surrounding him. He slowly looked up at RFC, covered from head to toe in blood and holding the pneumatic drill. As Koga waited helplessly for RFC to turn his weapon on him and finish him off RFC looked down at him and dropped his drill to the side. He pulled Koga out of the blood and sat him against a nearby wall. Gracious for the mercy that Koga had shown him in his previous defenseless state he slid down the wall and collapsed next to Koga. The two of them resumed trying to get some rest, surrounded by the dead bodies of their enemies.

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R.I.P me but what a way to go!
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Phew.
Great stories just like always. You're a very talented writer. Thanks for putting the time into these.
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Fuck you too >:(
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I guess I won't be having an open casket funeral...
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RCtheWSBC posted...

Fuck you too >:(

Hey I don't decide who dies.
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Yum, freshly grilled meat! Who could ask for better?

Still great story updates. Please keep up the good work.

Day 3

Mario was woken up by the sunlight breaching through the glass wall of the room he had fallen asleep in. His stomach was a little sore from consuming all of the junk food that Obama had offered to him but it was better than going on starving. He got to his feet and took a deep stretch. He looked over and saw Obama still sleeping comfortably on the couch. Having gotten a belly full of food and a good nights sleep Mario saw no further use in keeping Obama around. He slowly reached down to pick up his ax being careful not to make a sound. He was going to make it quick. He raised the ax over his head ready to plunge it into Obama’s skull. Just as he was about to swing down on him Obama’s eyes shot open. His eyes were dark and heavy, they pierced through Mario’s and it felt like he was looking straight into his soul. Obama hadn’t moved an inch, he just continued to stare into Mario’s eyes daring him to swing his ax. Mario was filled with dread and regret. He started to sweat nervously as he lowered the ax to his side. Obama sat up, never breaking eye contact. As he stood to his feet Mario took off running through the glass entryway to get as far away from Obama as fast as possible. Obama scowled as the coward ran. He took a drink of water, cleared his throat and straightened his tie as he let Mario run off into the distance.

Balor had been dancing mindlessly to garbled 90’s music all night. Around the time the sun rose high in the sky the music suddenly cut out as the ancient bulldozers battery finally died. The thick silence surrounded him, taking him out of the stupor he had been in as he danced. He suddenly felt tremendously ill as he fell to his knees and began to vomit. He gagged as bile was forced up from his empty stomach. While collapsed on the ground he saw that a rash had broken out on his hands. He pulled back his sleeves and found that the rash was spreading all over his skin. The gold Rolex glinted in the sunlight as he felt dizzy and nauseous. He got to his feet and began the long walk to the top of the quarry. His stomach churned and ached as he walked past the dust covered body of RC.

Larry woke up covered in a cold sweat. He hadn’t been able to start a fire the night before and was starting to feel weak from his lack of nourishment. As he was getting up to continue his search he heard the whistling tune of a sponsored item calling out to him. He grabbed the package from the sky and found a bottle of water inside. He drank the water up immediately and continued to search further into the construction site.

Jen woke up and found herself alone. She had been with Shark the night before but now he was gone. She felt empty inside as she searched mindlessly through the drawers and shelves throughout the office building but she had no luck. After several hours of scavenging she decided that she it would be in her best interest to move on to somewhere else. She left the building and continued to explore the arena.
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Shark felt bad about abandoning Jen but he had shown her too much of his weakness the night before. He needed to stay strong and not let his emotions get the better of him. He began to descend a staircase that seemed to continue downward for several floors, much lower than the ground level of the arena. He came to a heavy steel door and after much effort he was able to pull it open. The chamber inside was dark and smelled of sewage, but he was intrigued by this find and decided to continue onward. As he stepped inside overhead lights flickered on revealing that he had entered a long tunnel. On a nearby wall was a painted map of the tunnel system and the different areas that it led to. He tried his best to memorize the map as he knew this knowledge would undoubtedly give him an advantage.

Although Tardis greatly enjoyed the aesthetic of the small patch of woods that he had been camping out in he felt that he had been missing out on too much of the action. Having exhausted the small woodland grove of practically all of its resources it only made sense for him to move on and try to take out some of the other tributes. He took his nail gun in hand, unsure of how many shots he had remaining and snuck out of the woods and into an alley leading into the maze of the industrial arena.

RFC and Koga had spent most of the day resting. They were both injured and exhausted and had no interest in fighting with one another after what they had endured the night before. They pulled the mangled remains of wwinter and Robo to a far corner of the room and did their best to barricade the entryway with a shelf, but that was the most activity that either one of them was up for. They continued to lay against the walls and rest, barely speaking to each other the whole time.

Sadsack spent the entire day passed out on the hard asphalt. The sun beat down on the blacktop and his mostly naked body causing him to get covered with burns, but they were not enough of an annoyance to disrupt his slumber.

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

RctheWSBC
District 8

Robo Dudebro
District 5

wwinter
District 7

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Night 3

Mario had spent the entire day running. Something about Obama’s eyes earlier really terrified him. It was like the man dared him to drop the ax on his head and Mario just didn’t have it in him. He was ashamed of himself for turning on the man who had offered him food and shelter, but he knew that his only way to survive was to be the last man standing. He ran and ran until the sun fell beyond the horizon. Only once it was dark did Mario finally stop running. He found an empty garage and almost immediately passed out from exhaustion.

After several hours of resting RFC and Koga agreed that it would be best to move on from this building with its incessant metal banging. Plus the smell of their fallen foes decaying in the corner was beginning to make them feel ill. They moved the shelf out of the way and worked their way towards the factory exit. They were both still feeling rather weak from their previous fights and agreed that they should stay together to have each others back. They started walking south with no proper destination in mind.

As Larry explored the construction site he came across a pack of matches. He was delighted with this find, but also felt stupid that he hadn’t searched harder the day before so as to avoid all of the exhausting failed attempts at lighting the expired gasoline. He found a large metal drum and began stuffing it with as much scrap wood as he could gather. Once the barrel was full he tossed in a couple of lit matches and within a few short minutes he had a roaring fire going.

As Jen crept around the corner of a building she spotted a flickering light in the distance. She was intrigued and thought that if someone had fire then they might have food as well. She knew that she could be walking straight into an ambush but she was willing to risk it. She had nothing else to lose at this point. She hopped over piles of wood and made her way into the partially constructed building where she saw the raging fire with a lone figure warming himself next to it. Jen approached slowly as Larry turned toward her and a large smile crossed his face. He was thrilled to finally make contact with a female out here. He motioned for her to join him by the fire, putting his hands up to show her that he didn’t mean her any harm. She walked over to the fire as Larry started plotting her seduction.

After what seemed like an eternity Balor managed to pull himself out of the massive quarry. He had vomited up bile several times on his journey and he felt increasingly weak. He leaned against a pile of gravel trying to gain his composure when he heard voices talking in the distance. He couldn’t make out who they were, but at this point he would be happy to see anyone. He stumbled towards the sound of the voices and eventually walked into a lit area. He looked up to see Jen and Larry chatting. Balor held up his hand to say hi before falling to the ground in exhaustion. Jen gasped at the sight of the injured Balor and Larry used this as an opportunity to show her what a caring guy he was. He pulled Balor from the ground and sat his back against a wall close enough that he would be kept warm by the blaze. He fanned Balor’s face as he started to come to. Balor looked up and simply smiled in thanks before closing his eyes and going to sleep. Jen obviously seemed concerned for this injured boy but Larry thought he did a pretty good job showing her his sensitive side. He walked back over to Jen and put an arm around her and assured him that Balor would be alright after some rest.
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