User blog:PumPumPumpkin :3/The Nightmare Games

Welcome To The 100th Annual Hunger Games AKA. The Nightmare Games
Hey, everybody! Since I´m becoming pretty bored of writing just normal games I´ve decided to spice things up a bit. I tried and failed this with my Magic Games, so I really hope these will get up in the air! :D

So please be polite and have fun! >w<

How long can your tribute stay sane?



The Rules


1. It´s two tributes per user, I don´t accept wikia contributors and NO RESERVATIONS. IF YOU ASK ME FOR A RESERVATION I WILL SERIOUSLY MAUL YOU IN THE FACE WITH A SHOVEL. (lol just kiddn´)

2. Don´t spam games here, I´m the only one to have that power. But you can send me a message asking me to spread your games.

3. I don´t do "on my profile." Either you post your tribute or a link to the tribute.

4. I will do reapings, chariot rides, training, training scores and interviews before the acual games. I will write the reapings and games in overview. The training will be seen from the POV of about twenty different tributes. I will write the chariot rides from the POV of a capitol citizen. And lastly the interviews will be written in simple interview form with only dialog showing.

5. No cussing out or rage quitting at my games, if you do : fuck you and GTFO.

6. Don´t rage quit or cuss at other users as well, we´re all beautiful.

7. Use good and polite language. I won´t be following this rule, so I will be swearing a LOT. If you´re not okai with that, I expect you to leave. RIGHT NOW. 8. Above all, have fun roleplaying!

9. Submit a tribute! ^v^

HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!

AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR!

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The Twists
<p style="text-align: center;">1. There is no bloodbath, the tributes all start off in different locations around the arena. But the action will quickly pace up, belive me...

<p style="text-align: center;">2. The arena is a huge mansion, with four floors plus the basement. Supplies will be randomly scattered around the house, for tributes to find. The house will be filled with horrors, but what kinds?...

<p style="text-align: center;">3. The general idea of The Nightmare Games. How long can your tribute stay sane and alive? Gruesome torturous sigths, random visions and an suffocating darkness are the tamest of horros found in the mansion...

<p style="text-align: center;">4. Three victors. Yes, the last three tributes alive will all be crowned victors. But don´t you think the games will be easier because of that, if anything it will make it even tougher...

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WEAPONS
Sword - 1250$

Knife - 500$

Throwing knives (6) - 1150$

Thowing knives (12) - 2300$

Matchete - 1100$

Sythe - 1000$

Sickle - 800$

Whip - 700$

Bow - 2000$

Arrows (12) - 1200$

Bow and Arrows (12) - 3200$

Crossbow - 2300$

Slingshot - 350$

Trident - 3500$

Spear - 1000$

Mace - 1700$

Axe - 2500$

Awl - 700$

Blowgun - 1000$

Darts (12) - 600$

Poisoned Darts (12) - 1200$

SURVIVAL
Canteen (Empty) - 50$

Canteen (Water) - 100$

Canteen (Soup) - 400$

Sleeping Bag - 500$

Rope - 200$

Bag - 700$

Small Backpack - 500$

Big Backpack - 1000$

Night-Vision Sunglasses - 2000$

Burlap Bag of Apples (15) - 2000$

Packet of Beef Strips (5) - 800$

Pack of Dried Fruit - 300$

Large Pack of Dried Fruit - 600$

Slap of Cheese - 1000$

Loaf of Bread - 1100$

Poison - 1200$

Tent - 3000$

Iodine - 500$

Matches - 700$

Burn Medicine - 1500$

Band-Aids - 500$

Anti-Infection - 2700$

Camouflage Paint - 2400$

OTHERS
Mentor Letter - 100$

Family Letter - 350$

Map Of Arena - 4000$

Tribute Sensor - 3500$

EXTRA SPONSOR MONEY
Best Chariot Outfits - 500

Second Best Chariot Outfits - 400

Third Best Chariot Outfits - 250

Top Training Score - 500

Second Highest Training Score - 400

Third Highest Training Score - 250

Top Betting Odds - 500

Second Highest Betting Odds - 400

Third Highest Betting Odds - 250

Survive Bloodbath - 250

Kill a tribute with a training score 1 to 4 - 250

Kill a tribute with a training score 5 to 8 - 500

Kill a tribute with a training score 9 to 12 - 750

Survive 1 day - 250

Survive 2 days - 250

Survive 3 days - 500

Survive 4 days - 500

Survive 5 days - 500

Survive 7 days - 750

Survive 10 days - 1000

Survive a Feast - 500

The Capitol : Sean Reaper, Carlene Dreger
The haunted, mysterious air of The Capitol hangs over the city like a curse, chilling wind currents dragging the coziness out of people, sapping them from happiness. Even they dread this day, the reaping day. The chilling morning air is whipping at the miserable faces of the people marching through the streets, towards the City Center. A place for excitement and wonderful nights before, but now the place is more tense and grim. Ever since The Capitol was also to be included in The Hunger Games, the citizens of the glorious city has had small stings of regret. They no longer love and look forward to the games as much, but instead dread to watch as their children, friends or lovers die on television. In all the time The Capitol has been included, they have had exactly zero Victors. Nobody makes it out alive.

While most of the capitolians are walking in small groups, like they´re afraid of getting mugged if they walk alone, a figure in a long, black hood is walking fearlessly. A tuft of dark grey hair is gently swaying in the wind as he walks calm through the streets, past building painted in neon bright colors. The other people in the streets seem to avoid him, but if he has noticed he doesn´t seem to care. He looks out of place, the other capitolians are dressed in bright colors and have wierd skin tans. But this person seems unusually normal, which here is quite unusual. He suddenly breaks into a quick-paced run, and he flies like a blur past the others. The rest of the crowd is startled, and a small girl even screams at the sinister figure. They´re all thinking the same : Was that who I think it was?

The City Center is filled with people, both nervous and carefree citizens fill up the enormous place. In the center a huge, golden statue of the current President, Pomona Darkwater, stands surrounded by a beautiful fountain spraying out rainbow-colored currents of water into the air. President Darkwater is a cruel and vicious woman with dark hair and eyes. But her skin is as white as snow, giving her a intimidating and arrogant look. Just as all the people have found seating places, and all the children and teens have been shepherded in roped-off sections, a sudden fanfare booms over the expansive place. The sound of a thousand thrumpets, drums and orgels vibrate across the whole Capitol, not just the City Center. The people in their seats pretend to enjoy the anthem of Panem. Then, up on the balcony facing the whole population of The Capitol, a tall, dark woman rises from her trone. It´s Pomona Darkwater. She raises her arms, and everyone gives her a loud round of applause. Pomona smiles haugthily down at her people, her servants. "Welcome, welcome to The 100th Annual Hunger Games!" She shouts, and her cold voice can be heard from every little allyway in the city. The crowd gives another round of applause, but through gritted teeth. Pomona smiles, like she knows exactly what they´re thinking. "As this is a Quarter Quell, The Capitol have mixed together a special twist for this very special event!" She raises her arms, commanding them to give her applause. They obey quickly, no reason to get on her bad side. "This will be revealed on my speech at the Opening Ceremony, right after the chariot rides." She takes a small artistic puase, before continuing. "Now, lets begin, shall we?"

She claps her hands two times in a rapid pace, and suddenly a tall, young man with brown hair stands at her left side, almost like he appeared out of thin air. "Reap the girls." The President commands in her clear, cold voice to the young man. His face is a perfect mask, it´s impossible to see what´s going on in his head. He steps swiftly over to a glass bowl to the left of Pomona. He puts his elegant hand into the mass of paper slips, and rummages around. While he does, he opens his mouth. His tounge is clipped, and it´s lies uselessly in the corner of his mouth. He´s obviously an Avox. Then he finally takes a paper slip, opens it and gives the paper to Pomona in one quick movement. Then he slips into the shadows of the balcony again. The President clears her throath before reading the thin, elegant letter written. "Symphony Decibel.." But a cross and rough voice suddenly call at her. "I volunteer!" Pomona smirks as she spots the figure of a girl, the very same girl who just shouted. She is standing in the middle of the crowd, the people´s shocked faces looking puzzling at her. She gives a big cough before going on. "My name is Carlene Dreger, and I volunteer as tribute for The 100th Annual Hunger Games!" The president smiles her unpleasant smile at her, she can´t wait to sacrifice this idiotic girl. Who the hell volunteers for the games, anyway? Maybe the stupid, wannabee capitolians from District 1, 2 and 4, but what motivation does a healthy and rich Capitol girl to die in the games? Pomona declares her surprise, a big, beautified lie it is. "Oh, a volunteer? Well, come up here, Carlene!" Carlene smirks back, acually challenging the President´s power. Pomona´s eyes darken to a heartless pitch-black. Little bitch, but she´ll get what she deserves soon enough. Carlene walks seemingly without a single care through the crowd, and begin to climb the marble stairs to the balcony. When she arrives she looks directly into Pomona´s eyes, abnormally large disgust visible in them. Pomona flinches, how can this girl be so fearless? No matter, she´ll die anyways, it doesn´t matter if she´s scared or not. "Now for the boys!"

The same Avox appears besides her, this time at her right, and walks over to another bowl filled with paper slips. He takes less time now, just brushing agains some of the paper slips before snagging one. He hands it to Pomona soundlessly, and then dissapears as quickly as he appeared. Pomona reads the paper, and the crowd stops their breathing for a few seconds. "Sean Reaper." Even from the balcony one can see the mysterious-looking kid everyone avoided standing up, his mind impossible to read thanks to his hood shielding his face. Pomona smirks; thank god the boys went smoothly, and a boy that won´t cause any trouble will die. The hooded figure of Sean moves, like he´s floating above the ground, through the masses, while they move out of the way. You can see their fear emblazoned in their faces, unknown people are both dangerous and unnerving. But Sean doesn´t seem to mind the silent treatment, he climbs the stairs swiftly and silent. As he steps up to the balcony, Pomona tries to catch his eye, to show him that he doesn´t scare ''her. ''But he is purposedly shielding his eyes with his grey bangs. He takes his place besides Pomona, and the President comcludes the reaping day by congratulating The Capitol´s tributes and wish everyone happy hunger games.

She escorts her sacrifices inside her palace, where they will spend a few days waiting for the other tributes to arrive from the other districts. She wiskers them inside a small side chamber, with walls made of gold and luxurious furniture. Carlene walks off and sits down on a poufy couch in the corner of the room, while Sean sits besides Pomona at another couch. She takes her chance, she pulls off Sean´s hood in one swift movement. What she sees causes a scream to escape her mouth. Sean is staring back with those dark eyes, her dark eyes. She is sure they are identical. But surely it can´t be..? She pushes the horrible sight of Sean away from her, and runs back into the hallway, leaving the two kids looking puzzled. Pomona doesn´t stop running until she´s back in the President´s office. She sits down in her comfy chair, clutching her heart. How can it be? One last though strikes her before she faints. ''It´s him. ''Then she collapses with her head on her desk.

District 1 : Raymond Glimmer, Laura Crossbane
The sound of laughing children and gentle chatter of the people rise into the air, and join eachother to a loud, exited chorous. The air is electric, it always is in District 1 on reaping day. A family of four are walking over the asphalt, a middle-aged man holding hands with an equally old woman. The woman is carrying a small child, maybe ten years old, and behind them a teenage girl with black hair strolls casually.

District 2 : George Gold, Taylor White
Just as the first rays of sun shoots over the huge mountains of District 2, a small bird gets caught in the wind. I flails desperatly around in the cool air for a few seconds, before yet again balancing on the strong wind currents. It´s a mockingjay, beautiful with it´s black and white plumage shining in the sun. It sails peacefully over the shining marble Justice Buliding of 2, over countless houses and over the heads of exited people. The people are filing in, heading to the square, and it´s obvious what has exited them. Even from the mockingjay´s height you can still see clusters of extatic boys and girls, discussing the upcoming event. Words like "volunteer", "pride" and "Victor" can be heard, and phrases such as "May the odds be ever in your favor", "I´ve trained all my life" and "This is my year" are also shouted carelessly. Though the mockingjay doesn´t seem to care, instead it drops a douche and flies over to the Justice Buliding again.

The mockingjay lands elegantly at the top of the Justic Building, and looks down at the crowd, like it expects applause. Then suddenly the crowd does break into applause, and the mockingjay scruffs it´s feathers importantly. But down on the ground the situation is very different. Everyone is clapping and whisteling at an alarmingly white figure on a stage. It´s a woman, but it´s remarkabe how much she doesn´t look like one. She doesn´t even look much like a human at all. Where do humans have completely white skin, silver hair and pitch-black eyes? But the crowd doesn´t seem alarmed or scared at all by this creature, but instead they give the vampire lady another round of applause. Then the monster raised her hand dramaticly, and everyone fall silent at once. "Welcome, welcome!" She says in a horrible screech of a voice with a very odd accent. But the crowd doesn´t really seem to mind it, even so, they are cheering more now. "Are you ready for the 100th Annual Hunger Games!?" She screams to the crowd, and reaches out her microphone to the people. The reaction is immediate. Everyone screams and shouts, and the racket causes the mockingjay to take off, annoyed that they didn´t warn him before shouting their heads off.

The vampire/human stand up from her chair, and announches exitedly. "Time for the action to start! The girls first!" This is answered by shouts and screams, particualary from a cluster of girls standing closest to the stage. They are all in their late teens and seem to be having a contest - Who Can Scram The Loudest? This is to great annoyance to a few other clusters of girls, all younger and more nervous looking. But one of the girls in one of the clusters, with a huge sign over her reading "14-year olds", isn´t shaking or twitching nervously. She is looking with sheer determination at the monster lady, as tears begin to swim in her eyes. The tears of the lost loved ones, who stood where she stood, but isn´t here anymore. Her eyes have a burning fire not present in the exited-looking girls. It´s a fire that will burn for her passions and loves, a fire that will never cease to exist.

The small slip of paper, containing the possible fate of oh so many lives, gets roughly snagged away from it´s siblings. The white hand closes around it, and then stretches it out to it´s full extend. The same shrilly voice belonging to the vampire woman calls out a name. "Lillith Anbitres" But her voice gets drowned by the booming sound of at least twenty shouts from the exited girls. But an even louder shout has already reached the white lady on the stage. That who belonged to the small girl with fire in her eyes. The little girl smiles, and ignoring the shocked looks from everyone around her, walks calmly through the crowd. The mass of people automaticly move away from her, allowing her the space she needs. As she passes the older girls, those who were so extatic just a few seonds ago, she give them a thriumphant smile. It says : ''I won, you lost. ''

Moments the strong-willed little girl is standing next to the monster woman at the stage, looking down haugthily at the others, like they doesn´t mean anything to her. The monster nearly shoves her microphone into the girl´s nose as she asks. "And what´s you name, dear?" The little girl takes her time before answering, but when she does she do in a very controlled and determined voice. "Taylor White". The monster lady asks for a round of applause for Taylor, and she do get one. But it´s a little half-hearted, the crowd is still pretty shocked. Taylor ignores the muffled applause, and the monster woman tries to get things on track again. "Now for the boys!" Her shrilly voice says, and the echo of it joins the sound of her heels clatting agains the stage floor in a gruesome chorous. She digs her hand down in the other bowl, identical to the other. She takes out a paper slip, and then reads from it hastily. "Alder Johnathan Webb". Mayhem breaks out.

About half of all the underage boys in the crowd all scream and shout at once the name gets called. The monster on stage looks rather annoyed, like this is something that happens every time. Now that everyone is done shouting, they begin to fight. Boys down to the age of fifteen gets brutally beaten down and throw around by older, and older boys gets wrested to the ground by groups of youger. But the crowd doesn´t scream, or go in to stop the brawl. Instead they shout encouragements and chant "Fight fight fight!" Even some seniors are prodding the boys on, but there´s one they don´t reach out to. He´s headed for the stage, and with everybody engrossed in the fights, doesn´t stop or notice him. It isn´t until he´s well on the stage, when some of the boys understand that they have been beaten to the spot. They groan and shout rude cursewords at the boy on stage, but he just smiles unpleasantly at them. Before the monster lady on stage can ask him his name, he takes the microphone from her. "George Gold!" he shouts happily. He then takes his place next to Taylor, who didn´t encourage or chant at all at the fight moments ago. George looks over at her with disgust in his eyes, he must hold some grudge agains her. But she just smiles at him. He looks quickly away, like she is unworthy of his attention.

Taylor is sitting at a red velvet couch in the Justice Building, seemingly relaxing completely. But she quickly drops the mask as her first visitor arrives. A small girl, she can´t be any older than seven, with the same dark eyes as Taylor runs in and jumps at her. Taylor´s little sister hugs her tightly, while Taylor cries on her sister´s shoulder. Wet tears dot the little girl´s blouse, but she just keeps patting Taylor´s back fondly. She hasn´t shed a tear. The strong girl wipes Taylor´s tears away with a single swipe, and looks deep into the other pair of eyes so similar to hers. "You have to win." Her voice is firm and steady, she is serious about what she´s talking about. Taylor grasps her little sister´s hand in hers, and looks back, no tears in her eyes any more. "I will." The little girl hugs Tayor again, and for some happy moments they sit like this, locked together, forever together. But then the moments are over, peacekeepers come in and pull Taylor´s sister away from her. The brave little girl screams and flails as the men carry her from the room, leaving Taylor with tears in her eyes yet again. What if that was the last happy moment she would share with her beloved little sister? She can´t even think about it.

Meanwhile, George is being given last minute advice from his father. His father is a big, burly man with little to no neck and the same blonde hair as George. George just sits there, drinking in every word of advice his father has for him. He recieves encoragements, how he will win and return to them, his family he loves so dearly. While his father praises him, George is battling an emotional war inside himself. Is it regret, is that what he´s feeling? Is he already regretting the decicion of volunteering? Has he lost faith in himself? Deep down, the answer is yes, but can he say that to his father? He wants to make him proud, and won´t winning do so? Yes, surly it would, but for what cost? George doesn´want to die, but he knows that it´s better to die fighting that to slowly pass away in your sleep. I looks into the eyes of his father, and he knows what he must do. He must win The Hunger Games, and claim countless lives as he does. There´s no way out of it. He has to win.

District 4 : River Blue, Christina Mallera
TBA

District 5 : Ali Swintnose, Christmas Lights
TBA

District 7 : Jericho Yunipé, Avelina Rose
TBA

District 10 : Coal Black, Luz Romer
TBA

District 11 : Reginald Turner, Maya Kenneth
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District 12 : Alex Powers, Serina Frostswords
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District 13 : Ice Hunts, Saidy Dauntless
"Everyone, assemble in The Mess Hall." A cold, stern female voice rings out from the speakers. In every nook and cranny in District 13, people automaticly stop what they were doing and go obidiently out of their comparments. They walk in goose trails in the hallways, parents clutching their young ones and teenage couples holding hands, palms sweating. One of these nervous couples is a girl with yellowish hair and a tall boy with blue and white hair. The pair is walking through the halls, in the middle of all the tense and nervous people. For everyone in District 13 they´re just two faces in the crowd, but they don´t know that they will be very important in the next few hours. The girl is looking firmly at some point in the distance, while the boy´s eyes are constantly flitting over at the girl, like he wants to make sure she´s not an illusion. After at least an hour the mass of people reach a huge metal door. It towers above them, while the people cower under it, like it could come crashing down at any time. And they wait. And wait.

In the middle of the masses, a young woman with a whispy look holding a baby is staring into her the babies face. The child doesn´t look like it´s even passes a year in the game of life, but it doesn´t cry or complain at all. It´s lack of reaction to the procedure is scary, unnerving even. The woman looks sad, she knows that her little child will have difficult years in the future. First the terror and nightmares of upcoming games, then the tension and fear of death at this day, maybe this innocent baby will face death himself in the games. The mothers eyes begin to water, just as the metal door slowly opens with a loud, uneasy creak. The crowd then files slowly into the expansive mess hall.

The mess hall is the biggest single room in District 13, it´s about the size of a hovercraft´s cargo room. And with about the same uses, the place is just used to hold equipment in place. But in District 13, the mess hall is used to hold the people in place. Just as the last citizen, a small toddler boy, enters, the metal door close with a booming clunk. The sound revibrates around the room, and all the people´s faces goes tense and blunt. They know what´s coming. In the middle of the hall a mis-matched stage has been erected, and three chairs are visible on it. Everyone in the hall seems to be holding their breath, the atmosphere couldn´t be more stiffned. Then a figure walks slowly to the middle of the stage. A man with orange skin and long, red hair shouts into a microphone. "Welcome, people of District 13." Complete silence. The odd man stands akwardly at the stage, unsure about what to do. He gives a weak smile and tries to get back on track. "The ladies first!" The crowd is as mute and deaf as ever, ignoring the man. He sighs, like this is normal behaviour, he knows he´s being laughed at in every home in The Capitol. He walks uncertantly over at a glass bowl that wasn´t there a few seconds ago.

As his hand begin to rummage around in the bowl, every person in the mess hall falls silent. They´re holding their breath yet again, while parents are holding on to their children for dear life. Knowing that a slip of paper is all it takes. All it takes for their children to be sent for slaugther, theri families to get ripped apart. The orange man finally decides on a particularly crumpled paper, folds it and reads the name scribbled in slanting letters. "Saidy Dauntless." Most of the parents and children who were so tense gives a huge sigh of relief. But one girl with yellowish hair, the one who was with the blue-haired kid a while ago, is shocked. Saidy´s mouth open in a perfectly round "O" and she looks up at the man on the stage with disbelief in her eyes. But then her eyes return to normal, she isn´t having a nighmare. She looks to her right, and sees the startled face of Ice, her boyfriend. His face is riddled with sadness, he´s on the verge of tears. But Saidy isn´t going to cry, no matter how much she is tempted. She straps on a mask, a poker face. She parts from the crowd and walks determined to the stage, and her doom.

Moments later, Saidy is standing next to the orange man, who is shoving his microphone in her face. He wants Saidy to tell him and the crowd more about herself, but she is as mute and cold as the crowd was. Her eyes as fixed at some point in the distance, but they occationally flick over at Ice, his face wet with the fresh tears leaking from his face. She can see her parents too, hugging eachother and crying on eachothers shoulders. It takes all the willpower Saidy can muster not to cry, but she knows that by crying she is screaming "Come and kill me!" to her fellow tributes. She can´t look weak. Saidy is acually thankful when the orange man takes the attention from her. "Now for the gentlemen!" He shouts at the crowd exitedly, but gets hit with a wall of deafness. Everyone turn their back agains him, and the message is simple. ''We don´t accept this. ''Mr. Orange´s cheeks flush to an ugly shade of scarlet, he rushes to the boys bowl without saying another word. He reads out a name, but to everyone´s amazement, he gets interupted by a voice. "I volunteer!" Saidy´s stomach does a horrible summersault. She knows that voice. It belongs to Ice.

When Ice entres the stage, Saidy can´t hold back the tears any more. They flow down her face in gentle streams as she ignores the orange man´s yelling at her and runs towards Ice. Ice tosses his arms out, and run take her into his embrace. They stand like this, two humans in one being, for many minutes. Then Ice pulls away and looks deeply into Saidy´s eyes. His black eyes meet Saidy´s blue ones, and he speaks. "I will protect you." His voice is somewhat firm, but Saidy can hear it´s cracking by the seams. She doesn´t say anything, she just looks deeply into the pair of eyes she is so fond of, the windows to the soul of the person she loves so much. The crowd is speechless, and so is Mr. Orange. His mouth keeps opening and closing, like some bizarre underwater fish, and his eyes are as big as dinner plates. Or perhaps tribute plates.

Saidy and Ice are sitting in their own seperate rooms, held away from eachother by a sturdy wall. They press themselves against the wall, knowing their loved one is just a few feet away from them. Saidy wants to crush the wall, this barricade of wood that separates them. In the other districts, the tributes take the train together to The Captiol. But there is no train tracks going from District 13, they will be traveling by hovercraft. Saidy in one, Ice in another. They begin to have a whispered conversation in hushed voices. Ai kotoba, smalltalk, and telling eachother that everything is going to be fine. But it´s not. There´s twentyeight tributes, and only one can come out alive. Odds are that it´s neither of them.