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

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As RFC and Koga walked they also noticed the fire flickering in the partially constructed building. They decided to sneak up as close as they could to investigate. They saw Larry, Jen and Balor all huddled around the open fire, each one of them looked either injured or exhausted. They decided to take a diplomatic approach and they walked up and casually asked if they could join them. Larry was annoyed by their intrusion. He managed to turn Balor’s sudden appearance to his advantage, but these guys had to go. He was about to tell them to beat it when he caught a glimpse of the large pneumatic hammer in RFC’s hand. Jen welcomed the two newcomers to join them by the fire and warm up and Larry’s hopes of getting laid sank completely. The group stayed together through the night and continued to put wood on the fire so it wouldn’t die down. They agreed that between the five of them that they could make a very tight alliance that would be able to take down the rest of their competitors, despite the fact that most of the group was either unarmed or injured in some way.

Shark had been walking through the tunnels for some time when he came to a ladder. If his calculations were correct this ladder should lead up into the main plaza building for this entire complex. That seemed to be the best place to look for food and supplies. He climbed up and pushed open the metal hatch. As he exited the tunnel he stood up and found himself face to face with Barack Obama. It was almost as though Obama had been waiting for him hear. Shark immediately felt hostile but Obama quickly calmed him down with a warm offering of food. Shark tore into the package and ate the old candy bar in two large bites. As he chewed Obama explained that he knew about the tunnel system below and that he heard Shark approaching. As Obama talked they heard a loud shot go off behind them as someone had gotten the drop on them both.

Tardis stood at the entry to the main plazas maintenance room holding his nail gun out in front of him. He watched as the shot from his gun fell limp with its tiny trajectory and bounced off the floor past his targets feet. Before he could make another move Obama rushed him and slammed his gun wielding hand into the wall. Obama spoke calmly to Tardis urging him to drop the gun and he wouldn’t get hurt. Tardis begrudgingly complied and dropped the nail gun to the floor. With that action Obama let go of his arm and offered him some food as well. He invited Shark and Tardis to join him upstairs as he had much more food to offer. As Shark and Tardis tore into the packages of stale old food Obama explained to them that he had a great vision and that they could be a part of it. The two listened as Obama explained his plan to take them to the end of the hunger games. Shark and Tardis smiled as they created an alliance with the charismatic Barack Obama.
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Sadsack finally woke up from his long sleep. The nub where his hand had once been was now coated in metal. He smiled as he looked at his appendage imagining smashing someones head in with it. As he sat up he itched his burnt skin with his good hand. His body was covered in blisters from laying exposed on the hot asphalt all day. He scratched every area of his body that he could reach rigorously as he ripped the blisters open causing pus to leak from all over. After several minutes of scratching until his skin was raw he finally rose to his feet. He looked at the wall of the blown out building from which the molten steel he had used to cauterize his wound was pouring from. He hopped carefully between the steaming rivers of metal as he crept into the building. As he entered he almost immediately burst out laughing as he saw two skeletons covered in cooled steel. Whoever these suckers were they definitely died in a lot of pain based on how their remains were contorted and melted into the floor. He laughed even harder when he realized that one of the bodies didn’t even have most of its skull anymore. “I missed a real fun time in here,” he thought to himself. He started to climb up shelves and random machinery to avoid touching the deadly floor.

He eventually climbed all the way up to the ravaged catwalk system. This area was covered in dried blood. The catwalk swayed as he scrambled to a surface that would support his weight. He held onto the railing with his one good hand as he turned a corner. He had to scoot past a large crate that was blocking most of the path. He used this opportunity to rub his blister covered back against the old wood to scratch those itches that he couldn’t reach before. As he squirmed through the tight squeeze he fell to the floor of the catwalk and caught a glimpse of an object that was stuck under the crate. He looked in curiosity at the round object with a blinking yellow light. It took him a moment to realize that he was looking at an armed grenade someone must have stashed it here before that fight. He reached out for it, confident that he could grab it and disarm it. His arm got stuck as he tried to squeeze through to reach the grenade. He pulled his arm out and the used his metal covered arm to prop of the crate and give him leverage. He managed to force the crate up ever so slightly and shimmied back and forth as he moved his hand closer and closer to his prize. He nearly had the grenade in hand when one of the support beams broke loose from the damaged catwalks because of all the moving that he was doing. He was unable to stop the crate from slipping off of the slick surface of his metal covered nub. The crate fell down hard, its heavy weight setting off the grenade which released an explosion of pressure that obliterated his outstretched arm and shattered the crate to pieces of shrapnel that burst through his body. His bagged face was blown to shreds and what remained of him was tossed below into the pools of molten steel. With not much left of him other than a lower half of a torso with a severed hand sticking out of his panties Sadsack’s body burst into flames between the skeletal remains which he had mocked before.

Proceed.
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Awwwww yeah! With Obama on my side, I'll be perfectly safe.

And Tardis too, I guess. He can be our personal human shield.
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I don't trust Larry in that situation. He's gonna turn on us in our sleep.
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One is the loneliest number that you'll ever be!

Looks like I'm the only one who isn't with a party.
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Oh hell I haven't been following along at all. Does the Pimpernel get his kill option?

just for the record im down with gangbangs

I went out exactly how I expected. Fucking myself up.
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Oh no are you setting me up for another gang bang
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PK_Spam posted...

Awwwww yeah! With Obama on my side, I'll be perfectly safe.

And Tardis too, I guess. He can be our personal human shield.

I'll keep you safe.
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nurlen posted...

Oh hell I haven't been following along at all. Does the Pimpernel get his kill option?

Nah there's no way to really make that happen since this is all based off of a simulation. I might incorporate champions into a future arena event if it makes sense. Also if I manage to keep doing these long enough I'll have a tournament of champions, but that won't be for a long ass time, if ever.

Just a note, champions are not exempt from being volunteered for another game, so you can do that in a later game if you want him to come back.
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bump
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Hey might not get an update in until tomorrow night, been binge watching Westwood.

Spoiler alert: there are only three updates left for this one, so start placing your bets.
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i hope i win!

it'll be my fourth one!
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Sorry, RC.
Also, 90s' music is pretty much all crap, so this is the only song it could have possibly been:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIDWgqDBNXA
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Stupid Pirate Guy posted...

Hey might not get an update in until tomorrow night, been binge watching Westwood.

Spoiler alert: there are only three updates left for this one, so start placing your bets.

I'm guessing that Larry steals RFC's hammer in the night, and we're awoken by the sound of him killing either RFC or myself. Whichever one if lives will attack him, but either be overpowered by him, or Jen will join in and finish off the other. If she doesn't join in, she'll probably retreat which leaves Balor to be picked off by Larry too. Larry and Jen live.

Shark and Tardis will probably turn on Obama, Obama will manage to kill one, with the other fleeing. Mario_vs_dk will spot one of the guys retreating and follow.

Then next update, If jen stayed with Larry, Balor dies of sickness and they either split up or hunt for tributes together. Mario_vs_dk encounters an angry Obama who is done making alliances. Obama kills him.

Shark or tardis(whichever one survived) will spot Jen and approach. They team up and manage to take out Obama.

Final update, they happen across Larry again, whose angry at Jen for joining another guy. Larry kills Jen's partner, and it's honestly a toss up on which of those 2 I see winning. Probably Larry since it surely wouldn't be Jen again.
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Yeah so I know I said I'd be updating tonight but my wife decided to be a total bitch and my creative mind is fucked for the night. Sorry.
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Dang, was looking forward to it. Thanks for saying there won't be a new part, I'm gonna go to sleep then. I hope things go better for you and her though.
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I died the way I lived, getting beaten with a wrench
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The Feast

A loud message screeched out over an old broadcasting system that hadn’t been used in ages. The message was broadcast throughout the entire arena for all of the tributes to hear. After a harsh shot of feedback the words became clear announcing that tonight was the night of the feast. The cornucopia in the center had been replenished with food, supplies, weapons and even contained some memoirs from the tributes families.

RFC looked toward Jen and Koga to begin to formulate a strategy on how they should go about the feast so that they could benefit their group the most. Before anyone could open their mouths to begin forming a plan Larry rose to his feet, grabbed hold of his rebar pole and took off running for the cornucopia without saying a word to any of his companions. The rest on the group looked at each other, figuring that Larry was in it for himself at this point and began discussing a plan of action. Balor still seemed to be too ill to move as fast as they would like so they agreed that Koga would stay behind with Balor while RFC and Jen went to gather food, supplies and medicine. RFC was ready with his hammer drill if Larry decided to betray them or if any of the other tributes tried to stop them. After a quick exchange of well wishes RFC and Jen headed for the cornucopia leaving Koga and Balor behind.

Larry looked behind him and saw that none of the others had taken off after him. “Good,” he thought. He wanted to be the first to the cornucopia so he could finally get some decent weapons. He never wanted to align himself with any of those guys. He was just trying to get some action when every cockblock in the area decided to crash his party. He’ll get back at them though, he thought. He’ll get to the cornucopia first and take all the spoils for himself. He rounded a sharp corner and the cornucopia came into view, dimly lit by flickering old lights that were shining from the surrounding warehouses. He ran up to the entrance and smiled at the racks of weapons and bags of supplies. He dropped the heavy iron pole that he had been carrying around with him to the ground, ready to grab hold of a much more suitable weapon.

As he approached he heard footsteps go running behind him. He turned quickly and barely caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure when he was ambushed from behind. His attacker threw a dark bag over his head and wrapped their arm around his neck. Larry struggled but he had been caught off guard. He started throwing back his elbows into his attacker, but it wasn’t enough to get them to loosen their grip. As he was pulled by his neck he heard a second attacker approaching fast. Unable to react Larry caught several punches into his midsection. He couldn’t see a thing and it felt like he was being attacked from all sides. Larry eventually fell unconscious from the beating and was dragged away by his mysterious attackers.

Mario was watching through a nearby window as Larry was attacked. He watched as two of the men dragged Larry into a close by alley and disappeared as a third climbed on top of the cornucopia and did his best to stay out of sight. After a few moments the two other men had returned taking up their own hiding places amidst the dark shadows of the open lot. Mario decided his best bet was to stay put and wait things out. He wanted to get food and fresh supplies, but he wasn’t ready for a three on one fight.
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Koga felt himself drifting off to sleep as he stared into the blaze of the fire. He had been feeling especially low on energy the past few days. Whatever those bursts of primal rage that he kept flying in to left him exhausted. He lay with his back against a pile of wood and closed his eyes. He shook himself awake after an unknown amount of time had passed. It could have been merely a few seconds or it could have been a few hours, all he knew was that it was still dark outside and he didn’t feel the slightest bit rested. He looked around and saw that Balor was missing. Koga quickly sprung to his feet anticipating an attack, but after a quick sweep of the area he found himself to be alone. He wasn’t overly concerned with Balor, the guy already looked as good as dead. Koga slumped back down against the stacks of wood and started throwing wood chips into the fire. He would merely explain to the others that Balor took off on his own when they get back from their supply run.

Jen and RFC made it to end of the long lot that held the cornucopia at its far end along a warehouse wall. They could see it shining under the faint flickering light in the distance and they noticed Larry was no where to be seen. Perhaps he had already came and went, or maybe he had gotten lost on his way here. Whatever the case the two of them started to walk through the center of the large lot, trying to keep their wits about them as they approached the cornucopia. As they drew close they heard footsteps running behind them coming from different directions. They both turned to look in a panic when they heard a loud shout come from the cornucopia. They looked up to see Tardis staring down at them aiming his nailgun. He fired off a few rounds causing Jen and RFC to run off in separate directions. RFC was going to run around the side of the cornucopia to get out of Tardis’ range but as he turned the corner he ran straight into Shark who quickly struck him with a heavy pipe. RFC couldn’t get his pneumatic hammer up and ready to attack as Shark relentlessly swung at him. The pipe hit him across the face and he fell to the ground as he felt a second attacker pin him down and disarm him. His face was covered in a black bag and his hands were bound behind him.

Jen ran as fast as she could away from her attackers. She had no plan as she blindly started turning down alleyways. She ran until she came to a dead end, an alley blocked by a mountain of debris. She turned and took another path. The narrow passages diverged from one another creating a maze, but no matter which path she took she kept finding herself at a dead end. She breathed heavily as she turned to run once again, this time finding herself looking straight into the barrel of Tardis’ nail gun. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she had been rendered helpless. She had endured so much in these games already and now she was trapped and defenseless. Tardis did his best to look tough as he held his gun up to Jen, but a part of him emphasized with her. He felt almost like he knew her as she stood in front of him sulking and breathing heavily. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he felt like some odd part of him was intimately connected to her. He didn’t understand where these thoughts were coming from as he had never met her before, but he couldn’t explain it. For a moment he considered letting her go when he heard the footsteps of his companions approaching from behind. RFC’s unconscious body was slung over Shark’s shoulder. Obama stepped forward and gave Tardis a pat on the back with a big smile. He walked behind Jen and bound her hands with zip ties before covering her face in a black bag.
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Seeing that the cornucopia was finally clear of the ambushers Mario used this opportunity to run in and grab as many supplies as he could before they returned. He opted out on grabbing a new weapon as he felt that his fire ax would suit him well enough. He grabbed a backpack and started to throw in as many rations of food and water as it could hold. He stuffed the bag full and began to make a break for it when the tributes memoirs caught his eye. He grabbed the one with his name on it and ran off. After he was confident that he made it away to a safe distance he started to relax and drank some water. He opened up the envelope with his name on it and inside was a letter with familiar handwriting. It was from his long time girlfriend from home, telling that she baked him a cake and that it would be waiting for him upon his arrival home after winning. Pictures of the beautiful blonde woman wearing a pink dress fell from the envelope. Mario began to tear up as he fondly remembered his home and all of his friends there. He was filled with determination as he shuffled through the pictures finding an especially risque one of his girl in a tiny bikini. He would find a way to win to make it home to the people that made it worth fighting for.

Balor had been shambling along barely holding onto consciousness when he came across the cornucopia. He didn’t see anyone else around so he figured it was safe to approach. Upon entering he immediately tore open a first aid kit. Inside was a hypodermic needle that was filled with a bright blue liquid. The needle simply said “Healing Serum” on it. Figuring that he had little to lose at this point he pierced his arm and injected himself with the serum. He felt a cool burst rushing through his body and into his head as the serum worked through him. He almost immediately felt better, although a little lightheaded. He grabbed a dignified looking walking stick from the rack of weapons and began stocking up on food and water. On his way out he grabbed what he thought to be his memoirs, but his vision was hazy from the serum working through him and he grabbed Koga’s by mistake.

Jen had been awake the whole time as she was being brought somewhere by her captors. Where ever they were bringing her she determined that it was somewhere underground, because she felt them delicately lowering her down to one another and the air in this area was thick and smelled of sewage. After a long while she heard a large metal door close and she was sat on a chair. She was tied down to it so tightly that she was only able to move her head back and forth. She was too scared to make a noise. Finally the dark bag was pulled from over her head and she was blinded by a bright light overhead. In front of her were standing Tardis, Shark and Obama and as she looked to either side of her she saw Larry and RFC both bound to chairs in a similar way as her. Larry was conscious and had been gagged. He was groaning out and struggling but it was no use. RFC was lying unconscious with his head slumped to the side with a large bloody welt on his forehead. Obama threw a bucket of dirty water onto RFC snapping him awake as he looked around scared, shocked and confused. Jen tried her best to hold back tears as she sat helplessly in this small room waiting for her captors to do something.

After several moments Obama clapped his hands together and looked down at Larry, Jen and RFC. “Well since we are all here,” Obama started. “Let’s get to know one another better.” He looked at each of his three tied up captives in the eye one after another. “I want to know how you’ve fared in the games so far. Who you’ve killed? And how you did it?” Larry struggled in his chair trying to with all of his might to shake himself free in some way. “Let’s start with you,” Obama said, pointing to Larry.
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Larry just began to sweat heavily and he groaned as he struggled. “Come on now don’t be shy,” Obama said getting in closer. Larry began to breath hard. “Well if you won’t tell me then let me guess. You were to first to arrive at the cornucopia. You ran in recklessly and were so desperate to get your hands on the supplies that you allowed us to take you without so much as a fight. If I were to wager a guess I would say that you are a coward. You have skirted by in these games avoiding conflict and only taking advantages when they come most obvious to you. Am I wrong?” Obama stared into Larry’s eyes as he accused him.

Larry gritted his teeth and yelled out, “Hey, fuck you!” as Obama swiftly pulled out a knife and cut Larry clean across his throat. Larry gagged and sputtered up blood. His eyes opened up wide as he struggled for air. After a moment his head slumped down, lifeless. Obama’s cut had been clean and professional. He cleaned off his knife and put it away. He shook his head looking down at Larry’s body as blood leaked from the open wound down his body and began to puddle up on the floor.

“How about you?” Obama said motioning toward RFC. “Surely you aren’t a coward like this one.” RFC struggled to speak but managed to tell his story of the games so far. He told them how he had been in several fights and how he had ended the lives of wwinter and The Hound. Obama nodded his head sufficiently impressed.

“You killed The Hound?” Shark stepped forward approaching RFC accusingly. “The Hound was mine to kill and you took that.” Shark caught himself before he said too much. He remembered how The Hound had made him feel helpless and used him. Shark growled out in a rage and smashed his pipe into RFC so hard that he fell to the ground still tethered to the chair. “You son of a bitch!” Shark yelled out as he smashed RFC over and over again. Obama and Tardis stood back as they let Shark take out his rage on the helpless RFC. The beating continued on for minutes until you could hear the loud clang of the pipe striking the concrete floor which he had pummeled RFC into. Shark managed to pull himself away and angrily threw his pipe against a wall and it clattered to the ground next to the mangled body of RFC.
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Obama looked at Jen whose face was now covered in tears as she silently wept as the men on both sides of her were ruthlessly murdered. Shark was shaking from his rage and didn’t want to make eye contact with Jen, he remembered how they had consoled each other just a few days before, but he couldn’t show that kind of weakness anymore, not if he wanted to survive. Tardis too felt uneasy as he was still unable to explain his strange feeling of connection that he had to Jen, it was almost like he had known her in a past life. Jen looked up at her three captors and Obama simply asked, “well what about you?”

Through tears Jen explained how she was forced to kill her own dog who was being controlled by capital technology. She said that every moment since then she has lived in regret and was wishing for a quick death but it had not come for her. She looked down to the ground and sobbed as she begged them to make it quick. The room fell silent aside from the sound of Jen’s cries of deep sadness. She cried helplessly afraid to lift her head again to look upon the men who put her in this situation.

After several moments Obama turned to Tardis. His eyes did the speaking as he looked from him to the crying girl. Obama and Shark had done their part by killing one of the captors each and Tardis was meant to do the same. His heart pounded in his chest as Jen’s sobbing echoed through his mind. He didn’t want to do it but as he stalled he felt Obama firmly grasp his arm and he met his gaze. His eyes were hard and stern, Tardis knew that he had to uphold his end to his alliance. He walked around to Jen’s backside. As he walked his head was hit with images of an exotic island, a towering green inferno and a night of heated passion. He shook his head of these images that he had no true memory of ever experiencing. He began to sweat profusely as he walked up behind her. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, “I’m sorry.” Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes as he pressed his nail gun to her neck and fired off several shots. Blood splattered back on his face as the sound of Jen’s desperate crying turned to silence.

Proceed.
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Whoo, top 6!
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Also, looks like Jen is destined to be nailed by tardis.
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Woohoo! Still alive. And so is Balor. I really hope I get to kill him like I promised.
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Why was there no cannon shot for sadsack?
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thanks obama

Awwwww yeah! I pulled a Negan and it feels ever so sweet.

Dark horse victory in the works for Shark? I think so.
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EvilMegas posted...

Why was there no cannon shot for sadsack?

The cannon shots go off as day turns to night.
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nooo

at least i don't have to live with the nightmare of having killed ernie anymore :(
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Brutal triple execution!

I'm trying something new tonight. Gonna try to make this update happen.
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Looking forward to it.
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I might get in trouble for this one, but it's what some of you wanted.
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Day 4

Tardis dropped to the ground as Jen’s body fell lifeless in front of him. He was still unable to explain the strange connection he felt to her and he felt the weight of a tremendous guilt that he had executed her as she begged for mercy. On the other side of the room past the three dead bodies Obama and Shark were motioning for Tardis to come join them as they opened the heavy metal door. Tardis was lightheaded and rose to a his feet in a daze. He felt that he must have been hallucinating because it looked like Jen’s head was still bobbing up and down despite the fact that he had just shot straight through her spinal cord several times. He stared at the oozing holes in the back of her neck as they began to jiggle and writhe. The wounds grew larger as long spindly legs tore through the gaping flesh. Before he could even react dozens of spiders burst forth from Jen’s corpse and landed all over Tardis. He could feel them biting into his skin relentlessly. He let out a panicked scream as he tried to shake them off. He took off running, stumbling over the corpses in the center of the room as he bolted through the exit screaming deliriously as the spiders continued to crawl all over him and bite his flesh. Shark and Obama looked at each other confused. Obama took off after Tardis, while Shark decided to take his own path.

Outside it had begun raining heavily. Balor was admiring the walking stick that he collected from the feast. He found a button on the side which caused the handle of the cane to release and reveal a hidden dagger. Balor smiled, he had been in a hurry to grab what he could from the cornucopia and his excellent taste for classy items had never failed him. He practiced unsheathing the blade in a surprise attack as the rain began to fall on him. The rain smelled of pollution and after a few seconds of standing outside in it Balor came to the realization that it was raining down acid on him. He took off for the closest shelter as the drops of rain burned his clothes and singed his skin. Before long he came to an open storage unit. The unit was small inside and the rain began to pour harder and harder. He had been lucky to get out and into shelter before the rain could do more damage to him. After waiting for a few minutes he began to hear the sound of liquid dripping to the floor, the acid was so strong that it was actually melting the metal storage unit. Balor began pulling the old broken objects up off the floor in a desperate attempt to create some kind of cover when he unearthed a metal hatch in the floor with a handle sticking out of it. Without a second thought Balor threw open the hatch and descended into the tunnels below.

Mario was still inside the warehouse as it began to pour outside. He could smell the acid burning away the wood of the ancient building and he started to make his way to the lower levels. The structure was old and he was worried that it could collapse at any moment from being eaten away, but his only hope was to go deeper inside because he was certain that if he headed outside he wouldn’t last more than a minute. He pushed open a door leading to a dark hallway that had a rusty metal floor. He carefully walked forward and noticed that it led to a staircase spiraling down into the darkness. He could barely see in front of him but he held onto the rusted metal railing and guided himself down into the darkness below.
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Tardis could barely see as he ran blindly down the tunnel. He tried scraping his body against the walls but he could still feel the legs crawling all over him. Without any semblance of rational thought he continued to run and take turns into areas unknown. He could hear water flowing nearby but his vision wasn’t much more than a blurry red haze. The sound of the water being the only thing that his senses could identify he kept moving towards it. After several minutes of deranged wandering Tardis collapsed to the ground.

Koga was woken up by the sound of it raining heavily all around him. None of his companions had returned from the feast and he once again found himself on his own. As he looked around he noticed the wooden beams of the partially built building that he had been hiding out in were being eaten away and the air smelled heavily of chemicals. Fearing that the building may collapse on him Koga ran outside into the rain. He yelled out in pain as the acidic rain seared his skin. He felt like his skin was on fire as steam rose from the drops that landed on him. He contemplated running back for cover but something inside of him held him back. Instinct told him to let the pain pass. He collapsed to his knees as the acid rain burned away his clothes, but after a minute he no longer felt pain from the rain. He rose to his feet and looked at his arms which had turned an ashen gray color. His body steamed as the rain bounced off of him, his body had somehow developed an immunity to it in mere minutes. His mind was once again racing with memories that he could not explain, but he accepted this advantage. As long as it continued to rain acid he would be the only tribute safe.

Obama searched the maze of tunnels looking for Tardis. In his panic he had been running too fast for Obama to keep up and he had stopped screaming some time ago. He didn’t know what had come over Tardis, but he felt responsible for him because it was his plan that led him to reluctantly execute that girl. Perhaps his mind had merely snapped, Obama contemplated as he rounded a corner continuing his search. He eventually came to a sewer where water smelling heavy of ammonia was pouring in through various storm drains. The water was rushing in fast as it had apparently began raining hard up above. He walked carefully along the metal platforms leading over the rushing water. A few drops splashed up and burned his hand awaking him to the realization that the gamemakers were trying to force the remaining tributes down into the lower levels. As he reached the other side he saw Tardis laying motionless on the ground next to the river of acid water. Obama walked over to see that Tardis’ face was swollen up like he had been poisoned. The sewer water erratically would splash up onto his corpse sending up steam and the smell of burning flesh. Obama felt guilt over Tardis’ death although he did not know what had caused it. He reached forward to move Tardis away from the water so that his corpse would not be desecrated further when a large spider crawled on top of his body. The spider had large fangs and its back was colored in bright yellow and red spots. Obama was going to attempt to swat it away when more started rising from the corpse of Tardis. Knowing that these creatures must have been the cause of Tardis going mad Obama took off running back in the direction that he had come from, having nothing to gain by battling these venomous arachnids.
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Shark was unaware of the acid that had been falling from the sky and he wanted to return to the cornucopia to gather some gear. Obama’s plan may have helped them eliminate some of their enemies but when Tardis freaked out they all forgot that they still needed to go back and take control. Shark figured that removing three tributes from the game was enough of a victory for that alliance and decided that he could make it on his own from here on out. He smiled thinking about the awesome new weapons that he could gather, he was growing rather tired of constantly going into battle armed with nothing more than an old pipe. As he approached the area of the tunnel that had ladders leading to the surface he spied someone in the distance. This other person had noticed him too and he took off running after him. He followed him around a corner and found himself in what seemed to be an old laundry room. Large rusty machines lined the walls and there was a pile of what looked to be folded towels that must have been clean at some point in the past. He looked to the corner and he saw Balor holding his arms across his chest shivering. He was wet from what must have been rain outside. Shark stopped his pursuit and looked at him, analyzing whether he was a threat or not. After a minute he picked up a towel and offered it to Balor deciding that he was harmless. Balor accepted the towel with a thanks and offered Shark some food in return which he happily obliged in.
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Shark sat on the ground cross legged and began to eat as Balor took off his shirt and began to dry himself in front of him. Shark couldn’t help but look as Balor toweled himself off and then removed his pants. Shark stared at Balor’s body shamelessly as he ate. Balor was wearing nothing but his briefs when he looked down and saw Shark staring at him with a slacked jaw. Balor blushed at being admired and without a word he got down and crawled towards Shark. Shark sat and waited as Balor approached. Balor brushed Shark’s hair back with his hands and began to kiss him. Shark fell back with Balor on top of him and the two made out. Balor began tugging away at Shark’s clothes and rubbed his hands down his exposed muscles. As they lay on top of each other making out furiously Balor reached into Shark’s pants and grabbed hold of his manhood. He pulled it out and began rubbing it against his own through his tight underwear. Shark moaned as he pulled down Balor’s underwear exposing his erect cock. He grabbed hold of both of their dicks as they slid up and down each other rubbing their heads along each others shaft. Precum leaked from both of them as their throbbing rods pressed against one another providing lubricant as they continued.

After several minutes of passionate making out and humping Balor laid his head down on the towel and stuck his ass in the air giving Shark the all clear to enter. Shark entered Balor slowly. As Shark slid it in Balor bit his lip harder and harder as every inch filled him up. Once Shark had fully penetrated Balor thrust back and forth rapidly moaning with delight. Shark grabbed hold of Balor’s butt and began to thrust opposite to Balor so that he would penetrate as deep as possible when Balor pushed in. The two men sweat as they made love to one another. After several minutes Balor urged Shark to slow down. Balor managed to turn onto his back while leaving Shark’s throbbing manhood inside of him the entire time. They looked into each others eyes with a deep passion and Shark began to thrust vigorously. Balor moaned as Shark rammed him and he grabbed hold of his cock as Shark banged into him repeatedly. Shark let out a groan and Balor felt as he came inside of him, at the same time he clenched down onto Shark and grasped his cock releasing a load of his own all over the two of them.

They both collapsed onto the pile of old towels, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. They made out again for a minute before Balor got up to clean himself off. Shark continued to lie back putting his hands behind his head as he continued to pant heavily. He relaxed and closed his eyes for a few moments. He felt Balor lay back down next to him. He rolled over preparing to give Balor another kiss when a dagger was thrust deep into his abdomen. He looked at Balor who was simply smiling holding the dagger that was cutting into him. Shark tried to grab for his throat but in one solid motion Balor swung the knife upward spilling Shark’s guts. He looked Shark in the face as the life drained from his eyes. He pushed his hair back like he had before and gave him one last kiss.

6 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Sadsack
District 3

Larry
District 3

RFC22
District 11

Jen
District 10

Tardis
District 10

Shark
District 5

Proceed.
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Gaaaay!!! There's no way someone can take my 36 incher AND spin around on their back while keeping it inside. Haven't you had gay sex with me before? You should know better.

And I was robbed. ROBBED! Screw you balor

@CountessRolab
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LOL
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I actually made it to the final round for once!
I'm banking on Obama winning since he's the only non-poster left.
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KogaSteelfang posted...

I actually made it to the final round for once!
I'm banking on Obama winning since he's the only non-poster left.

I'm betting on you. Being immune to the acid and not needing to go underground.
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Bwahahahaha! I hope there is a glorious epilogue chronicling my illustrious victory parade through The Capitol.


PK_Spam posted...

Gaaaay!!! There's no way someone can take my 36 incher AND spin around on their back while keeping it inside. Haven't you had gay sex with me before? You should know better.

And I was robbed. ROBBED! Screw you balor

@CountessRolab

XFD
Best. Scene. Ever.
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*nods*

This is a tough call, Koga. I want to root for you, but ... the President is a formidable opponent.
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so close who gave me the spiders.
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Mario_VS_DK posted...

KogaSteelfang posted...

I actually made it to the final round for once!
I'm banking on Obama winning since he's the only non-poster left.

I'm betting on you. Being immune to the acid and not needing to go underground.

I_Abibde posted...

*nods*

This is a tough call, Koga. I want to root for you, but ... the President is a formidable opponent.

I'm gonna guess that I end up over confident after recovering the memories from the previous games and die some stupid way.
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Balor will probably die of an STD...

Archmage007 posted...

Balor will probably die of an STD...

xD
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