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

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Jen0125 posted...

I'm not your bro breh

I'm not your breh, fam.
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SunWuKung420 posted...

I didn't need a blow job to know she was the one.

Thats what you think.
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Yeah "they" got "engaged" after 8 months

Pffft hahaha
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Jen0125 posted...

Yeah "they" got "engaged" after 8 months

Pffft hahaha

And you had to "live" with a "guy" for 1 year before you could say "I love you".

Pffffttt hahahah
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SunWuKung420 posted...

PK_Spam posted...

No you don't

BHAHAHAHAH!

Come on bro. Tired joke.

I get married on Sept 3rd. LABOR FUCKING DAY WEEKEND! It's going to be awesome.

You should delay it a week and a half and get married on my birthday. Also, you fly me out and make me the guest of honor and let me live in your basement for free.
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OK, I'm done. This is a hunger games topic.
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KogaSteelfang posted...

You should delay it a week and a half and get married on my birthday. Also, you fly me out and make me the guest of honor and let me live in your basement for free.

That's my new mancave. Sorry.
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Would a Jen/Sunny fanfic help alleviate the tension you two have? It would help you two vicariously release all this sexual energy you have.
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KogaSteelfang posted...

SunWuKung420 posted...

PK_Spam posted...

No you don't

BHAHAHAHAH!

Come on bro. Tired joke.

I get married on Sept 3rd. LABOR FUCKING DAY WEEKEND! It's going to be awesome.

You should delay it a week and a half and get married on my birthday. Also, you fly me out and make me the guest of honor and let me live in your basement for free.

That took a turn
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PK_Spam posted...

Would a Jen/Sunny fanfic help alleviate the tension you two have? It would help you two vicariously release all this sexual energy you have.

That's your own tension. Write what you must. If Jen's unrequited love for me is an inspiration, so be it.
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I hope he incorporates this conversation into the story.
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I think koga was trying to twist it into an eventual threeway relationship with Sunny and his mannequin gf
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Yucky
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PK_Spam posted...

I think koga was trying to twist it into an eventual threeway relationship with Sunny and his mannequin gf

Gross dude. You have some weird fantasies.
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I just want free room and board, with a bud upstairs who'll make sure I'm still alive every couple of weeks or so.
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Day 1

Barack Obama was walking through a large warehouse that was mostly empty. There were a few dusty shelves covered in miscellaneous items that looked like they would be of no use to him. He decided that he would continue to the exit opposite of the way he entered and look for an area that could provide better cover from potential threats. As he walked through a wide open area toward the door he heard tapping coming from the ceiling and the overhead light began to sway sending his shadows shooting across the room erratically. He looked up just in time to see a large cat pouncing from the ceiling rafters, its claws out as it dove straight for him. He didn’t have time to get out of the way of the nimble cat. Siren landed on the back of his neck and let out a menacing hiss as it dug in its claws and started to rip into Obama. Obama swatted at his back trying to free himself from the claws but Siren was agile and easily dodged him while sinking his claws into his lower back.

Archmage had been sneaking along the outside of the warehouse when he heard the struggle going on within. He looked through a cracked window and saw the man struggling to free himself from the vicious cat. Archmage decided that he would use their distraction to his advantage. Although he was unarmed he was confident that he could overpower his opponent if he was able to get the jump on him. Archmage climbed through the broken glass window. Obama’s back was to him as he still struggled with the cat. Archmage took off running toward him ready to pummel him with his fists.

Hearing the loud footsteps approaching Siren’s ears perked up and immediately noticed Archmage charging toward them. Siren jumped off of Obama and scurried under a nearby shelf. Although he had was distracted and scratched up Obama could also hear Archmage’s loud approach. He turned to face Archmage and hopped back to get decent footing and raised his fists, ready to take on his challenger. Archmage had lost the element of surprise but he had too much momentum going forward and continued to charge at Obama. He swung out with his right fist towards Obama’s face and missed as Obama skillfully dodged backward. Obama then moved in and laid a few quick jabs into Archmage. Archmage stumbled back trying to gain composure, he used too much of his energy running headstrong into this fight. As he took a moment to catch his breath Obama rolled up his sleeves and put his fists up in front of his face. Archmage put his fists up as well but he was feeling much less confident than his opponent looked. In a moment Obama moved in launching punch after punch as Archmage tried his best to dodge as well as he could. Obama got in a few solid punches but when he moved in close Archmage took the opportunity that presented itself and quickly kneed his opponent in the crotch. Obama reeled back in pain and Archmage threw his fist into his face hard. As Obama fell to the ground Archmage jumped on top of him using this opportunity to keep him down.

Unbeknownst to the two men fighting another tribute had wandered into the warehouse and was witnessing their fight. LOLzies watched the two of the with amusement as he held his chainsaw at the ready. He would simply wait for these two to beat each other into exhaustion and he would move in for the easy kills. He slowly walked to where they were fighting doing his best to stay silent so not to alert them to his presence. As he walked closer he heard a sound coming from a shelf above and before he could react Siren had pounced onto him beginning to claw into his back. LOLzies let out a yell in pain as the cat cut into him, Archmage looked up from his scuffle distracted by the noise. Obama used this opportunity to headbutt Archmage squarely in the nose, causing him to fall back and allowing Obama to get back to his feet.
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As Siren dug into LOLzies he threw his back against a heavy shelf causing the cat to jump off of him. As blood poured from the scratches on his face he lunged forward with his foot outstretched. Siren was attempting to scurry away to a safe hiding spot but LOLzies heavy booted foot landed solidly on the cats tail, pinning it in place. Siren hissed and lashed out against LOLzies leg desperately trying to free itself, but he just smiled as he revved the chainsaw on. Blood was pooling from under his boot as he crushed the cats tail. Siren attempted to run but it was firmly trapped as the spinning blade cut straight into its back sending blood and fur flying everywhere.

Undeterred by the events unfolding nearby Obama continued to lay punch after punch into Archmage’s chest and face. Archmage had all but given up at this point as blood poured down his face, he was begging Obama to stop saying he was sorry as he collapsed to his knees. Obama looked down on him with pity, blood was pouring from his knuckles. He looked from the collapsed Archmage to the chainsaw wielding LOLzies as he kicked he kicked the remains of the disemboweled cat across the room. Obama straightened his tie and turned his back on the two as he continued on his original path toward the warehouses exit. As Obama disappeared through the large doors and turned the corner Archmage was still trying to catch his breath from the fight. He was utterly exhausted and beaten, as he attempted to rise to his feet he felt a hand grab his shoulder and forcefully shove him back to the ground. He helplessly looked up as LOLzies walked around to face him. He was covered in blood and cat hair and his face was twisted into a menacing grin. His smile grew wider as he revved the chainsaw once more. All Archmage could do was yell out as the spinning blade was thrust into his chest. He continued to scream out as the blade ground through his ribs and eviscerated his vital organs. The screaming turned to a dull gurgling moan as the chainsaw pierced through his back. LOLzies let out an insane laugh as he looked into Archmage’s lifeless eyes. He revved the motor and ripped the blade through his victims body cutting straight from the point of entry to the base of his neck. Bits of flesh flew through the air and decorated the walls the formerly empty warehouse.

Tardis had continued to stay outside of the buildings trying his best to keep a steady pace without encountering anyone else. His head was throbbing from the punch that he received from The Hound earlier that day and wanted to rest before taking anyone else on. He gripped his nailgun tightly as he ran, ready for anything when to his surprise he happened upon several trees just past the vast expanse of warehouses and factories. The trees were scarce but he thought that it may be possible that they may yield some food. He entered the small forest in hopes of foraging and getting some rest.

Larry found himself inside of a large complex with many winding rooms and corridors. He was disappointed that he left the cornucopia empty handed, but he was confident that he had shaken his pursuer The Hound. As he moved deeper into the complex he came across a dark room with some old furniture scattered about it. He resigned to lay back on a dusty old couch and try to get some sleep.
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RC was exploring the area, trying her best to find a safe place where she could set up a base and be defended. She held the riot shield that she had gathered in front of her just in case something tried to get the jump on her. After hours of walking around the outside she found several piles of rocks and dirt stacked up in high mounts. She decided to climb up one to get a better view of the area. When she reached the top she couldn't see much more than the perimeter fence and several non-distinct buildings, some of which housed smoke stacks that were pouring black smoke into the sky. As she looked behind her she saw an enormous dug out hole at the bottom of the dirt mound. The hole was very deep and seemed to offer shade and potentially a place to hide out. She decided to get a closer look.

SunWuKung had remained in the small building where he had traded supplies with Jen and Archmage. He was happy to trade for goods, but he was even more happy to see the two of them go because he knew that this building would be the perfect base for him. He could stealthily get in and out and it would be easy for him to defend and fortify. He wasted no time looking for supplies that he could use to barricade the windows and bar the doors.

Mario had been running for as long as he could, aimlessly. He still couldn’t believe that Ernie had somehow been transformed into a killing machine. All that he knew was that he wanted to get as far away from that dog as possible. He ran until he was out of breath. He could see several large metal storage containers nearby and decided to find one to rest in. As he caught his breath in the shade he took a drink from his canteen when he heard the whistling tune of a sponsored item come from outside. He looked outside and found a box. He pulled it inside, opened it up and to his delight he found what looked to be a proximity mine inside.

Sadsack had been wandering around when he came to an old dilapidated building that was full of rusty tools. As he walked around and scanned the various items something on an old workshop table caught his eyes. He walked over and picked up what looked to be a makeshift crossbow. The crossbow wasn’t rusty like the rest of the tools in the workshop. He noticed several metal bolts on the table as well. He pulled back the fine wire cord into the place and loaded a bolt. He pulled the trigger and the bolt was launched with a furious velocity. With a loud crack it stuck straight into the concrete wall. Satisfied with this find Sadsack loaded as many bolts and small rusty tools that he may be able to launch as possible into his red underpants. This cargo poked at him relentlessly but it was a small price to pay.
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Shark held his blowtorch out in front of himself as he moved slowly through a dark office building. He was sure that he had seen someone come in but he was unable to make out who, all that he knew is that he would get the drop on them. As he slowly walked down a long hallway with doors lining either side he heard crashing coming from inside of one of the rooms as though someone was carelessly searching for supplies. He held out his blowtorch and crept to the door where the sound was coming from. As the figure emerged he pulled down on the trigger and flames leapt out of the blowtorch illuminating the startled Hound. The Hound’s eyes grew wide as the flames flew onto his armored chest. The fire didn’t burn him badly, he had suffered far worse burns in his life, but he was surprised and angry. After his momentary reaction he thrust his body through the fire and straight into Shark, knocking him to the ground. Shark was completely blindsided by the physical power the Hound contained. Shark had always prided himself on his lifting but The Hound put him to shame. The giant man stood over him and stomped on his hand until he released the blowtorch. Once Shark was disarmed The Hound grimaced and pulled Shark off the ground. He held Shark close to his face so he could see his disfiguring burn scars. After receiving a hard punch in the gut Shark was thrown into the room in which The Hound had been just previous leaving.

Shark hit the ground hard and before he could even react The Hound was already on top of him laying punches into his side and wrestling him into submission. Shark was a pretty strong guy but The Hound was on a different level. Shark struggled to fight back but it was no use, The Hound forced him to ground and next thing he knew he felt his pants getting pulled down. Shark began to sweat and look up when The Hound laid a solid fist into the side of his head. Complacently Shark stopped struggling and laid his head on the ground as The Hound grabbed him and pulled his hips off the ground. The Hound laughed as he unbuckled his pants. Shark braced himself as The Hound firmly grabbed his buttocks and spread them as he penetrated Shark raw. He let out a groan, The Hound’s size was proportional to the rest of his body, he couldn’t believe how big he was. As The Hound thrust in Shark let out a gasp. He thrust into Shark again and again as Shark began to get used to the immense size. Shark clenched himself around the meat that was filling him up and let out a moan of ecstasy. Annoyed that Shark was enjoying himself, The Hound grabbed his hair, pulled his head to the side and laid a punch straight into his temple. He began to thrust into Shark violently as Shark bit his lip to prevent himself from yelling out in pleasure as the massive man filled his body over and over. After several minutes The Hound had finished. As The Hound re-buckled his pants Shark laid in the same position with his face on the ground and his bottom up in the air. He was breathing heavily as he had cum along with the mighty Hound. As The Hound stood to his feet he looked down at Shark and left without a word.
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Noodles had been stumbling around trying to find a suitable place to rest and try to patch up his scratch wounds that were inflicted by Siren earlier that day. Although several hours had passed the bleeding had barely slowed. He felt like he was about to pass out when he felt someone grab hold of him and lower him to the ground. Koga had noticed Noodles bleeding, for a moment he thought about using it as an opportunity to attack, but the games were still early and he knew that he would need to make some friends. Koga pulled Noodles into the shade and used the first aid kit that he had gotten from the cornucopia to tend to his wounds.

RFC had made his way into one of the factory buildings. He was surrounded by conveyer belts and automated machines. He decided to climb up one of the ladders that led to the catwalks above to try to get some sleep. No one would be able to get the drop on him from this vantage point.

Once Balor had made it a decent enough distance from the cornucopia he decided to open up the bag that Obama had tossed to him to see what kind of supplies he had. As he went through the pack he found a collapsible fishing rod, several lures and a can of live worms. He didn’t know how to fish nor was he sure if there even was anywhere to fish in this arena. With a sigh he repacked his bag and kept walking.

Robo Dudebro had continued to keep moving since the bloodbath. He was the only tribute to abstain from trying to get gear and was beginning to regret that decision as he found himself at the western perimeter fence. He knew better than to try to touch it. He was tired and thirsty. He walked to a nearby brick wall and slumped to the ground. After a minute he heard the chime of a sponsored item coming his way. He excitedly stood up and grabbed the item hoping for some water or food. He opened it up and to his dismay found a first aid kit inside. He had not been injured at all so far and he took this gift as a bad omen.

Wwinter was exploring around the arena when he came to a building that had loud mechanical noises emanating from inside it. He went inside and discovered that he had found an enormous saw mill. The large open room was filled with conveyer belts leading to giant rotating blades and grinders. He climbed up some metal stairs and found an office overlooking the machines below. He decided to sit back in a chair and eat some of the food he had scavenged earlier.
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Mead had been waiting outside of one of the larger buildings hoping to draw the attention of a tribute that would dare to mess with him. He was confident by the amount of explosives he had found, he knew that all he needed to do was find the others and the kills would start piling up. He figured that he could draw someone into this building and they would be easy prey. After waiting for several hours he finally saw somebody wander by. It was SmokeMassTree, he was looking down at the ground almost like he was in shock. He had a large monkey wrench slung over his shoulder and hadn’t noticed Mead staring by him nearby. Mead smiled as he put his plan into action. He called out to Smoke and as he looked up Mead flipped him off. Smoke yelled out to go fuck himself as he started heading Mead’s way readying his giant wrench. Mead turned and ran into the building and hid waiting to strike out at Smoke.

Jen had been exploring around the outside areas looking for other tributes most of the day with little luck. She had wished that she had just slashed the throats of Sunny and Archmage when she had the chance earlier, but she felt somewhat sympathetic since they had given her some food. She walked down the winding alleyways without any particular goal in her mind for several hours. As it looked like the afternoon sun was about to set she heard a familiar bark from behind her. She was elated, she knew that her old dog Ernie had been brought to games and she was delighted that he had found her. As she turned around and looked she was shocked to see her old friend controlling an immense mechanized exosuit. She was confused but he was sitting comfortably inside his robotic body panting at her in the familiar way that she could never forget. Her confusion turned to glee as she thought that with her dog in this giant mech suit they would make an unstoppable team. She ran up to Ernie to give him pats and butt rubs when she was suddenly felt something was different about him. The closer she got to him she realized that his eyes looked different. They were no longer the eyes that longed for bacon and back scratches, they seemed to be analyzing her and her movements. She noticed wires attached to him connecting him to the robot suit. She was worried for him but still had hope. As she approached slowly Ernie let out a howl and smashed it’s mechanized hand into the nearby brick wall causing debris and shrapnel to fly everywhere, pelting and cutting Jen all over. The dog that she had known was no more as she turned to run she immediately heard the mech suit power up and give chase.
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She ran down the alleys and turned sharp corners. Ernie’s robotic body wasn’t able to maneuver well through the tight spaces but he demolished all obstacles in his path as he pursued Jen. Tears uncontrollably ran from her eyes as she had fled. She had loved Ernie more than anything in this world and now he had been twisted into some kind of monster by the capital. She continued to run as Ernie grabbed a wooden pallet and through it hard at Jen. It smashed against the wall next to her as shards of broken wood scraped her arms and legs as she continued to run. As she ran to the end of the alley she found herself in an open area with stacks of metal storage units in the near distance. She ran as fast as she could to get to the storage units, knowing that once Ernie was clear of the tight alleys he’ll be able to move much faster. Ernie pulled himself out of the alleyway as Jen entered the winding maze of metal containers. Using his mechanical legs he jumped to the containers and began wildly throwing them out of his way effortlessly as he searched for his former owner. Jen could hear the containers being thrown and destroyed just feet behind her as she continued to take sharp turns through the metal desperate for an escape. As she turned on last corner she once again found herself out in the open as metal containers fell to the earth after being thrown by her dog. She found herself at the base of a giant crane with a ladder leading up to its controls. She grabbed the ladder and started to climb, her muscles were throbbing from running and her heart was pounding out of control but she knew climbing was her only chance.

She had made it about halfway to the top when she felt the ladder being pulled free from its supports. She looked down and saw Ernie pulling the ladder apart trying to make her fall. He was shaking it so much that she had no hope of continuing to climb. As she looked down into the dogs face for a moment she saw the dog that she recognized and had helped raise. As tears flowed from her eyes she pulled the knife from her belt and threw it by the blade. The knife spun through the air and found its target straight into the top of Ernie’s skull. With the source of its power severed the mech stumbled forward and fell, crushing the helpless dog beneath its tremendous weight. Jen cried out in horror as she rushed down the ladder. She crawled up next to the downed mech and looked to see Ernie staring back at her, the dog she knew and loved. She reached her hand out to him sobbing uncontrollably. He licked her hand one last time and closed his eyes. She kept her hand on his face, heart broken and filled with rage. She would have her revenge on the capital and anyone that stood in her way.

5 cannon shots can be heard in the distance

MrMelodramatic
District 9

BobbyButthurt
District 7

Siren
District 11

Archmage007
District 12

Ernie
District 2

Proceed.
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Well, I'm glad that I volunteered Ernie instead of myself for that position.
Poor guy.
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Yeah! Explosives are always fun.

Poor Ernie though.
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Thank you Koga. You are very kind!

I'd like to promise not to betray you, but whatever happens happens.
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lol at the shark and hound

Jen0125 posted...

Then we'll have to get married I think which is weird but at least he's got a robot dick now instead of a dog one

Wut
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LaggnFragnLarry posted...

lol at the shark and hound

You should've at least made it The Mountain.

Damn it, I feel dirty. Like a French whore...

He didn't even give me a towel to clean myself off :(
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This is hilarious XD
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Noooooooo I could never do that to my little ewok ;_; omg I'm so sad



Goodnight, sweet prince ;_;
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Poor ernster.
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PK_Spam posted...

LaggnFragnLarry posted...

lol at the shark and hound

You should've at least made it The Mountain.

Damn it, I feel dirty. Like a French whore...

He didn't even give me a towel to clean myself off :(

Well you insisted that there be banging. And the Hound is hardly going to be a gentleman about it.
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From what I've seen of GoT (mid-season 3) I think he'd be very casual
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PK_Spam posted...

From what I've seen of GoT (mid-season 3) I think he'd be very casual

Well.you tried to burn him.
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#1. I hate seafood

#2. I literally lol'd at the Shark sex scene

#3. I have yet to receive a Rolex from my wealthy Capitol fanboys.

#4. The chainsaw scene totally reminded me of this:
https://youtu.be/-uguq19509M?t=1m53s
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Jen0125 posted...

Goodnight, sweet prince ;_;

lmao
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Gonna write tonight, expect update early morning assuming my kids go to sleep.
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Perfect, I'm at work so I'll be all night. :)
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Totally destroyed that pussy with his chainsaw.
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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.

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

I was thinking. Since these entries are clones, and we're choosing them, sometimes even ourselves. Are we(posters) part of the capital, and are volunteering clones of ourselves to see who would fair the best? So far Jen has pretty much wrecked every one anyway. lol

Also, that's the real Ernie.
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Aww, Ernie looks like a cute and adorable little dog. I like cats and dogs. (Though Erniebot was still scary)

Night 2

SmokeMassTree chased Mead into the large building but found him to be nowhere in sight. Heat and steam emanated throughout the building as the tremendous furnace melted down steel ore into streams of liquid hot metal. The heat in the room burned his eyes as he looked around trying to get his bearings straight. The factory was consumed in a red glow from the raging fires and melted down steel. He wandered between iron chutes and containers refusing to turn back from the challenge Mead had presented to him. He continued his search looking around the various machines for several minutes until he heard an object hit the ground nearby. He looked and saw a grenade bouncing in his direction. He dove for cover but an explosion never went off. He got up from the ground and realized that the grenade must had been a dud. He knew that Mead had to be hiding up above somewhere. Smoke ran forward through the factory until he came across a rusty metal staircase leading to the catwalks above.

Mead pulled another one of the grenades from his bag and took a close look at it. He was confused as to why the one he had thrown down at Smoke hadn’t gone off. On the grenades there were no pins to be pulled just a button that he figured would set the device for a timed explosion. He had to have figured wrong and continued to fumble through his bag looking for some type of detonator. With his vision blurred he felt around in the bag until he came across an object that felt different from the rest. He pulled it out and found a piece of metal with a large plunger-like button attached to it. He realized that this must be the detonator and pushed down on the plunger to give it a test. Immediately the grenade that he had tossed below exploded, causing the conveyor hauling nearby containers holding the molten steel to clamor and the catwalk to shake. He looked over the edge to view the damage that he had caused not realizing that Smoke had snuck up behind him in his distraction.

Smoke swung his heavy wrench down onto Mead cracking him hard in the back of his ribs. Mead fell to his knees but managed to keep hold of his sack of explosives and the detonator. Smoke wasted no time. He kicked Mead in the face and then thrust his wrench down hard onto his back. Mead choked and spit up blood as he collapsed to the floor from the heavy blow. The detonator fell from his hand to the darkness below, he barely managed to hold onto the sack as it slipped over the edge of the catwalk and swayed back and forth. He attempted to get up but he couldn’t move his legs. The force of Smoke’s massive wrench had rendered him paralyzed from the waist down. Taking his victory in hand Smoke stepped hard onto Mead’s back and held his wrench overhead. As he swung with all of his might Mead used the last of his strength to toss the sack of explosives toward a passing container of liquid metal. With a loud crack the wrench obliterated Mead’s skull. Smoke lifted the wrench to see a large bloody dent where Mead’s head had once been. He smiled to himself and swung down on the remains of Mead’s head once more as brain and skull fragments splattered in all directions.
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Absorbed in his victory Smoke took little notice that the sack that Mead had tossed in the container that was slowly moving away had caught fire. After several seconds all of the explosives inside went off in a massive blast. The conveyor system was obliterated causing the containers of molten steel to fall the ground below and fill the factory floor. The catwalk was torn apart and Smoke was knocked back hard. He managed to grab hold of a twisted piece of rusty metal and tried to pull himself back up to safety. As he struggled he saw Mead’s body slide off the broken catwalk into the molten steel and burst into flames. Smoke pulled on the metal bar as hard as he could but the catwalk continued to crumble the more he struggled. He was hit by an intense burst of heat as the giant furnace erupted causing the southern wall of the building to collapse. Blood sprayed out of his hands as he was ripped off the metal bar and flung into the inferno below. He felt every atom in his body explode in pain as he fell into the molten hell. In the few short moments he lived he felt his skin bubble and burst and his eyes melt away and disintegrate. He would have screamed out in pain but his tongue had already burned away as he collapsed to the ground quickly being reduced to nothing but a blackened skeleton.

The explosion at the steelworks could be heard throughout the arena. From the blown out wall of the old factory a small stream of the hot metal poured forth and started a large fire in an old tire yard. The air smelled heavy with the smoke from the burning tires and trash. RFC22, Mario and RC could all see the enormous blaze from their individual vantage points, but they all decided that it would be best to stay away because of the tremendous cloud of pollution rising from it. Balor on the other hand decided that he would head towards the fire to try to get some warmth. He found a bandana in his pack and wrapped it around his face as he drew near the flames. The tire fire was massive and warmed up a large surrounding area. Balor decided that he would explore around that perimeter of warmth to see if there were any supplies worth collecting. After several minutes he had reached the southern perimeter gate, he was about to turn around when he noticed something shining nearby reflecting the light of the fire brilliantly. 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.

Koga was awoken by the loud explosion. He didn’t remember falling asleep but he must have been exhausted. As he came to his senses he realized that Noodles had taken off and it seemed that he took Koga’s first aid kit with him. He began to regret being so generous with his supplies as he got to his feet and stretched out. At least Noodles was gracious enough to leave him alive after robbing him. Koga walked along the perimeter of a long building for some time until he came across Robo Dudebro sitting against a wall looking up to the sky. Robo didn’t seem like much of a threat, mostly like he was lost in thought. Koga didn’t feel much like fighting himself and decided that it would still be wise to try to make some friends out here to help survive longer. He cautiously alerted Robo to his presence and before long the two decided to hang out together for the night for safety. They talked about the explosion that they heard and who they thought might have been involved in it.
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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.

Barack Obama had been wandering through a large complex for some time. He entered a large room with a high glass ceiling that seemed to be a sort of foyer or greeting room. He scanned the walls of the large room and saw a couple of vending machines. He walked over and couldn’t tell if there was anything inside since the case was covered in layers of dirt from years of not being used. He shook the machines back and forth, and after giving much effort he was surprised to find various food items come tumbling out. Nothing great, but at least some sustenance to keep him going. He gathered up the packaged snacks, sat in an old ripped up chair and had a small feast of stale pretzels and candy bars.

Larry woke up on the dusty old couch he had found the day before. He had gotten a decent amount of sleep, but now he was hungry. He walked out into the hallway and was immediately hit by an intense and delicious smell. He ran down the hall looking for the source of the smell. He opened a door and was amazed to find a new and clean rotisserie cooker with a fully cooked chicken inside, succulently and slowly turning. His mouth watered as he ran up to the chicken. He found a plate and some utensils to remove the bird from its oven. He decided he would head back to his couch to eat his feast. As he got up to leave the room he practically walked straight into The Hound who gave him a menacing stare and then looked down at his chicken. Larry trembled remembering how he had barely escaped from The Hound during the bloodbath. Without a word The Hound snatched the chicken from Larry’s plate and began to tear into it with his teeth. He smacked his lips together as chicken grease poured from his mouth. Larry took this opportunity to excuse himself and run like hell while The Hound stayed put and enjoyed every last bite of his dinner.

Shark had not even left the room where he had encountered The Hound earlier in the day. Even though it felt good he still felt extremely violated. “He didn’t even give me a towel,” he thought. He had been looking around for anything that he could use to clean himself up with with very little luck. He eventually decided that he had to suck it clean himself off the best he could with his sock. He got up to explore and look for supplies. He had a hard time walking properly as The Hound had not been gentle. Shark left the room and found his blowtorch, he picked it up and to his dismay it no longer worked after being crushed under The Hound’s giant foot.
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Tardis had spent hours trying to scavenge for food in the small forest with no luck. Most of these trees were variations of pine and bore no fruit and the scarce animal life that he did see took off way before he could get close enough to properly hunt it. He touched the side of his face where he had been punched during the bloodbath and it had swollen up considerably. He started to walk down towards the complex of buildings when he heard footsteps coming his way. He hid behind a tree and waited. After a few moments Noodles came into view, his face was bandaged up and he was holding some type of supplies. Tardis gripped his nail gun and jumped out of hiding. Before Noodles could react Tardis had fired off several shots. The loud bursts of compressed air coming from the nail gun startled Noodles causing him to drop his supplies and run away. Tardis was disappointed, he figured his weapon would have had a much greater range, but the nails only flew a few feet missing their target by a large margin. He would have to get much closer to his next victim before pulling the trigger. He walked up to examine the supplies Noodles had dropped and found the remains of a first aid kit. He found a cream inside that could help with his swollen face, but not much else of interest.

Wwinter had been inside of the sawmill for several hours. He had been feeling hopeless, time after time he considered throwing himself into the spinning blades of these great archaic machines and just let it be over, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He lied on his back staring at the ceiling for several hours contemplating the hopelessness of his situation when suddenly a figure appeared standing over him. He was surprised to see the blood covered LOLzies standing over him holding a chainsaw. “Well,” he thought. “At least this will save me the trouble.” He continued to lie on the ground and stared up at LOLzies who just looked back down on him. “Well?” wwinter said after what felt like several minutes. “Go on. It’ll be easy for you.”

LOLzies sneered at wwinter. “You’re no fun,” he said. “I’ve already cut up three tributes today and they at least had the spirit to want to fight.” He rested his chainsaw on his shoulder. “I’d cut you up good, but you’d have to come at me first.” Wwinter just continued to lie still on the floor staring up at LOLzies. “Well have it your way. If you want the easy way out you’ll have to look for someone else. I prefer my victims to go out in a blaze of glory.” LOLzies smiled and began walking out of the sawmill. “I’ll see you later if you decide to grow a spine.”
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SunWuKung was feeling really good about his chances of survival. He had plenty of food and water that he would ration from and he had a base of operations that was close to the cornucopia that will allow him to refill and get back to safety when it comes time for the feast. He had spent the night fortifying the room he was holing up in. There was only one door leading in and he blocked that off with a large oak desk. There were two broken windows that were just at ground level outside, he figured he must be inhabiting a basement room which is even better he thought because the other tributes would be more likely to overlook them. He moved a large bookcase in front of one of the windows and laid a heavy steel panel against the other. He even had an old couch in the corner that he could use to get some decent sleep. He knew that as long as he could keep himself from going stir crazy in this room he would have no problem winning the games. He ate a small ration of his food and laid down on the couch dozing off quickly from all the hard work he put into moving the furniture around.

Sadsack had been aimlessly wandering around the arena hoping to come across some of the other tributes. He had been walking in circles around the various building and had no luck finding anyone. The various bolts, nails and tools that he had shoved into his underwear were poking and chafing him as he walked but a discomfort such as that mattered little to him. After many hours he heard a rumbling sound coming from within one of the buildings. He followed the wall of the building trying to locate the source of the noise. As he walked he came to a window that was blocked by a large piece of wood and the sound seemed to be coming from inside. He pressed his bagged ear against the wood and was able to make out the distinct sound of a man snoring. Sadsack reached into his underwear and pulled out a bolt. Blood dripped from the tip of it as he loaded it into his crossbow. He aimed at the wood to where he heard the snoring coming from and launched the bolt. The wood did nothing to halt the bolts velocity as it tore right through hitting its target. The snoring immediately turned to screams of pain.

Sunny had been asleep when he was awoken by a loud snap and suddenly he felt a tremendous pain in his shoulder. He cried out uncontrollably as he touched his wound and found that a hole had been shot right through him. He got up in a panic when he heard another snap followed by another strike of pain into his thigh. He fell to his knees and saw two holes in the large bookshelf he used to barricade off the window. As he looked through the holes he could barely make out a figure outside when he heard another snap. The third bolt flew straight into his forehead causing the back of his skull to explode open as the bolt exited through the other side. Sadsack kicked down the remains of the bookshelf and crawled into Sunny’s former safe haven. The back wall and couch were now soaked in Sunny’s blood and brains. His lifeless body was still on its knees, blood pouring from the gaping remains of his head. Sadsack jumped his back onto the couch splattering blood everywhere from the soaked upholstery as he propped his feet onto Sunny’s back and happily helped himself to his bags of food.

Proceed.
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Stupid Pirate Guy posted...

SunWuKung was feeling really good about his chances of survival. He had plenty of food and water that he would ration from and he had a base of operations that was close to the cornucopia that will allow him to refill and get back to safety when it comes time for the feast. He had spent the night fortifying the room he was holing up in. There was only one door leading in and he blocked that off with a large oak desk. There were two broken windows that were just at ground level outside, he figured he must be inhabiting a basement room which is even better he thought because the other tributes would be more likely to overlook them. He moved a large bookcase in front of one of the windows and laid a heavy steel panel against the other. He even had an old couch in the corner that he could use to get some decent sleep. He knew that as long as he could keep himself from going stir crazy in this room he would have no problem winning the games. He ate a small ration of his food and laid down on the couch dozing off quickly from all the hard work he put into moving the furniture around.

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

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