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As he looked over the bodies he noticed some familiar faces amongst them as well. Green who he had attempted to save so many days ago lay bloated amongst the dead. He also saw Tardis, still with the knife stuck in his head that he had thrown at him. He also saw the lifeless face of MrMelodramatic, the one who had shot him and nearly caused his own death. This would have been his fate as well if he hadn’t managed to heal himself. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what these bodies were being used for, and before he could start to think of what to do next five short old men seemed to appear out of nowhere and began a demonic sounding chant as they circled around the mass of dead bodies.

Larry led the gorilla baby back to where they had camped for the night and made sure that it ate a decent meal of the food that he was able to find. He was happy to see that the poor young thing was adjusting well enough considering that its entire tribe had been wiped out. As Larry watched it eat he came to the realization that the infant didn’t have a proper name that he knew of. Larry thought for a minute and decided. “I will call you Gohan,” he said smiling at the young gorilla that was eating happily. “Gohan,” Larry repeated and the young gorilla laughed. Larry suddenly felt much better about his situation, things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed. He would help little Gohan to find more of his kind and he would rebuild his once proud tribe. As Gohan finished eating he let out a large yawn. He laid down on his side and began to fall asleep. Larry hadn’t eaten anything yet but he was absolutely exhausted, he laid down next to his adopted gorilla son and fell asleep.

Smoke had been hiding out nearby eavesdropping on the whole thing. “Gohan?” he thought. “What a fucking idiot. Dude definitely couldn’t hack it out here.” He waited for several minutes and crept up to make sure that Larry was actually asleep. “Aww they look so cute snuggling together,” Smoke thought facetiously. He prepared his ax ready to drop it down on Larry’s skull when he was suddenly struck with a much more sinister idea. He took the pouch of poison off of his back and poured a few drops onto their pile of food. The deep blue color of the poison slightly discolored the fruit, but he figured what the hell. After making sure that he had put a decent amount of poison into Larry’s fruit stash Smoke crept away and got a spot where he would have a view of the show.

Chills ran up Mead’s spine as the elderly shaman continued to chant around the pit of death. They seemed to be completely unaware of Mead’s intrusion, either that or they simply didn’t care. Mead felt like his legs were unable to move as he stared helplessly into the pit as the chanting continued. Suddenly the flesh of the countless bodies inside started to bubble and boil down into a visceral paste. He felt sick as he watched the human remains being reduced to a soup as the mash of blood and remains began to spin inside of the pit. As he stood frozen a loud demonic growling echoed through the chamber, it shook Mead to his soul. It sounded just like the voice that called out to the tributes to find the nonexistent cornucopia. This entity had planned to use them to cause this bloodshed that seemed to be fueling it. As the pit of remains began to spin faster and faster a funnel began to form in the center of it. Whatever the source of this power was seemed to be coming quick. Mead snapped himself from his state of catatonia and turned his attention to the shaman that were holding up their hands and continuing to chant into the spinning bloody vortex.
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