User blog:Horsefinatic/1st Hunger Games

Welcome to my 1st Annual Hunger Games! These will be an ordinary Hunger Games with no Quell.

Rules
Bob Don
 * Each user can submit 1-3 tributes.
 * The tributes should be detailed, not like:

       12 years old 

       Is good with a knife and hates wild dogs

      I CANNOT WRITE WITH THIS INFO.
 * I will go on profiles and HG roleplay wiki.
 * Reservations last 1-2 days.
 * If you want an alliance, arrange it with the user and inform me with a comment on this blog, tell me on live chat or leave me a message on my talk page.
 * You can post advice for your tributes.

Template
You can use this template if you need it:

Name:

District:

Gender:

Age:

Personality:

Backstory:

Appearance (or lunaii):

Weapons (up to three):

Skills:

Weaknesses:

Strategy:

Alliance(s):

Sponsering
To make things simpler, I'll make another blog for sponsering.

Arena
The arena will be divided into four sections, 1, 2, 3 and 4:

1 will be freezing cold and covered in snow and ice. Temperatures range from 13 to -20 degrees Celsius. The snow can be melted to use as drinking water, and holes can be made to find water under the ice, and tributes can find supplies randomly placed throughout the area, under what can be 10 inches to 2 metres of snow. They can also hunt birds like ptarmigans and snow doves, as well as seals here for food. Seal fat protects tributes from the cold when smeared on their face.

MUTTS:


 * Ice wasps, which will freeze your tribute extremely painfully inside out when stung at least 10 times.  Can be cured with antidote.
 * Wolves, which attack in groups of 3-5 and rip you to pieces.

2 will be like a rainforest, with high humidity levels and temperatures that go up to 40 degrees Celsius. Tributes can find fruit like bananas and mangosteen here. They should be careful though, as Gamemakers have made some "arrangements" for some of them to be injected with Tracker Jacker poison.

MUTTS:
 * Monkeys, similar to the 75th Hunger Games ones.
 * Inferno Ants, which will instantly give you a burn as soon as they bite you.  Will burn you up if you get too many bites.  Can be cured with Antidote or ice.
 * Leeches, which can suck out all your blood out, unlike normal ones.  If you can get them off, the wound will cause infection, which can be cured with Disinfectant.

3 will be a desert with degrees ranging from 45-70 degrees Celsius. Severe mental and physical problems can occur if the tribute is left in the heat for too long, like hallucinations, muscle seisures and insanity. Oasises can be found here. Tributes cannot hunt for food here, unless sand is edible, which it isn't. Also, there is quicksand in several areas here.

MUTTS:
 * Sand leeches, which can survive in dry areas, will suck all the water in your body out, and if you can get them off, then they would cause the same effects as the Rainforest leech.
 * Desert Gnats, which attach in groups of around a million insects, will strip you to the bone unless you're under water.

4 is an area covered in grass, ordinary grass, and has temperatures rangion from 15-30 degrees Celsius. There are trees with fruit like apples and peaches, which have been specially made to give the consumer high levels of energy. There are also mountains here, which tributes can cross to go into 1. They can also hunt foxes and wild dogs here for food and water can be found in pure streams and lakes spread around the area. Wild plants also grow here, which tributes can eat, if they know which ones are safe.

MUTTS:
 * Carnivorous trees, which have a deep cut-like mark in the middle of the trunk, will eat tributes alive.  Tributes who can avoid them will survive.  The cut mark is the mouth.  It can catch tributes within a metre of it.
 * Giant Earthworms, which burst out of the ground knock your tributes over, and eat it alive.  The only sign that it's coming is a deep rumbling sound 10 seconds before its arrival.
 * Trout, which live in the biggest lake, will pull your tribute under as soon as they touch the water and drown them.  Afterwards, it eats the tribute.  Tributes can drink the water and be safe if another tribute was eaten within 24 hours of the safe tribute's arrival.

Tributes
ANNOUNCEMENT: I will be doing Reapings, Chariot rides, training and I'll be posting training scores.

Alliances
The Games have started, but like I said, you can still submit alliances until January 15th.

Careers - D1, D2 and D4 tributes.

Big Alliance -  France Ghona (3), Psylocke Sade (7), Kaden Mai (11)

LATER - Ultimate Gai and Divergent Hai (1), Antoinette Austria (2) and Amphitrite Rao (4)

D9, D7 & D10 male alliance - Shen Seraph (9), Blaise Cooper and Machete Season (10)

Ultimate Gai - District 1
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I snap my eyes open and slam my fist down on alarm clock. Ugh, so annoying. Why did I ever accept getting that incredibly irritating thing from my family? And why is it set so early today? I'm about to crash back on my bed when I realize it's reaping day. I'm instantly awake and out of my bed. It's the day, the day I promised myself I would make my parents proud on. I brush my teeth, put on my best button-up shirt and tie on and pull up my pants. I rush downstairs to find my family already eating breakfast. I pour myself a bowl of milk and cereal. I can barely contain my exitement.

"Looking formard to today's reapings, dear?" says my mother.

"Yeah.  It's gonna be awesome." I reply.

"Well, if you say so."

A high-pitched beeping fills the square outside, and we head outside to the Justice Building. I hear greetings of "Happy Reaping!" shouts around the square. Our escort, a green-haired, electric blue-eyed young man greets us. He explains to us the reason of the Hunger Games, because of the Rebellion, blah, blah, blah. He draws out the names.

"Right, ladies first!  The female tribute will be Fifi La-"

"I VOLUNTEER!!" screeches a girl.

"Right and you are-?"

"Divergent Hai."

"Congratulations!  Right, boys now..."

This is my moment.

"I volunteer!  Ultimate Gai." I yell.

"Well, well.  TWO volunteers, such bravery!  Shake hands, and off you go!"

I shake her hand and she looks me in the eyes. A tortured, horrified look fills her eyes, like she'd seen to many things she didn't want to see. Like she was in the Hunger Games a million times. Like she'd died a million times.

Antoinette Austria - District 2
I'm going to volunteer. I have to, with the deal I made with the doctors. They made me into this thing, me. A robot. Programmed to kill and win the Hunger Games. It might sound good, but it's more of a curse. Cursed with no feelings. No heart. No conscience. I can't live like this. I have to become a human again. I slowly walk out of the little brick and wood shelter I'd made on the street. I tried to get a home, a family, but no one wanted me. They batted me away like I wasn't a human, which I'm not. I finally reach the square, and go to the blood identification booth, and give them my "medical condition" letter. The doctor raises his eyebrows, looks at me up and down, and waves a hand sideways. I walk into the square, where our hideous escort is already drawing the girl's ball. I volunteer, and the escort congratulates me. A girl from my school glares at me and starts whispering about me. But  I don't regret my decision. I don't belong here.

"Alder Jonathan Webb!"

A huge 18-year old walks up to the stage, glowering at the audience, challenging them to take his place. Even the peacekeepers seem to be terrified by him. I shake his hand, but my body sends out an electrical pulse, which burns his hand so badly it starts to smoke. His eyes widen, then send me a message.

I'm going to kill you.

He wasn't joking.

France Ghona - District 3
I stare at the wall of my cold, dark cell. I'm in here because my parents were fugitives, and when they died, the Capitol took the next best prize: me. I was only three years old. It's been so long since I was last free. I was let out occasionally to train for the Hunger Games, but with peacekeepers surrounding me. It wasn't much of a difference. Thirteen years, thirteen years, I've been in the same prison, the same cell, the same icy cold space of loneliness. A single tear rolls down my cheek. Dripping onto the ground. Suddenly, light fills the room and a man's gruff voice half-says, half-growls:

"Quit crying and get up on your feet. The Prison Master wants to see you."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's your release date, idiot."

I blink in disbelief. I'm amazed. Then, for the first time in 13 years, I                      Straighten up and walk with bigger strides. The Prison Master greets me and gives me a pep talk on how to deal with my life. He was like a father to me, the only good person in district 3. I say goodbye to him and he raises his arm in salute.

Five minutes later, I'm in the square. This time it's boys first, Shadow Reid. Then, the girls.

"France Ghona!"

It wasn't much of a difference.

Apollo Odair - District 4
District 4. Such a beautiful place. With gentle shaded turquoise waves lapping onto the clean, light yellow sand, cool, salty-smelling breezes and a modern wood and stone house next to a beach with a pure stream running next to it, my home was to die for. But I wanted to be in the Hunger Games, to show myself worthy of the Odair family. For generations, my family has had victors and is now one of the most famous and well-respected families of district 4. Mags Garnfold, Finnick Odair, Annie Cresta, just to name a few. Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta being my parents. I walk down the stairs, and we head outside.

"Dad, I've been thinking... Should I volunteer?" I say.

"Well, just go for it. Whatever you think is right. Remember that if you do, me and your mother will be with you all the way." He replies. " Just remember to kill someone for me, okay?"

I grin.

"Sure, dad."

We reach the reaping square. The escort's already calling out the girl's name. Amphitrite Rao. She looks strange here, it's rare to have brown hair and eyes in this district. Boys, now. A boy gets called out, and I make my decision in a slit second.

"I VOLUNTEER!"

I shake the girl's hand solemnly. And the escort leads us to the Justice building. The last thing I see before I go inside is my dad's face, shining with pride.

Illuminate Sensorium - District 5
This can't be happening. Please let it not be real. Please let it not be real. I pinch myself, hard, but nothing happened. No. No.

I was heading to the library, my favorite spot of the city, as I always did. It was a gorgeous day, with a brilliant lapis lazuli sky with no clouds. Eagles circling in the sky. The library was a precious place to me, as I loved reading books. And here, I had an endless supply. I would just stay here for hours and hours until it closed. Ms Silens, the head librarian, seemed to be the only person to understand my passion for books. She would always find a fascinating book I hadn't read yet. I loved her, as a child would love their mother. I was going faster, anticipating the wonderful afternoon I was about to have.

I was just two streets away when I smelt something. Smoke. Somehting was burning. I finally reached it. A huge red building, now a roaring inferno was towering above the city, firefighters yelling and triying in vain to quench the fire consuming the building that used to be the public library. A corpse was carried away passing by me. I catch a glance of an ashen face, strict but kind enough. Ms Silens... I sobbed for hours, so long that it was reaping time.

I sprinted over to the square.The library was burnt, Ms Silens was dead, nothing was left for to lose. So I volunteered. The escort leads me to the podium, where I shake hands with a boy about a year younger than me. I looked in the distance. Smoke was still rising into the sky.

Genis Bryant - District 6
I gaze out of my window, looking at the trains and automobiles passing by. Such beautifully crafted things, crafted through pain, punishment and a small sum of money. My District, District 6, was given the work of making transport for the Capitol. We weren't allowed to use them. If we were even seen in one, we would be executed faster than you could say "transport". Executions were carried out by firing squad, but sometimes, the peacekeepers used them as test subjects for newly made automobiles. Most of them died, and the rest were handicapped for life. I stepped outside onto the front porch. It was a cool morning. I walk to the square, ignoring all the people eyeballing me. I guess I should explain the eyeballing. When I was a fetus, my mother had severe leprosy, and I was about to be born in an hour. The doctors gave her a drug that would help her give birth to me, but would turn my hair completely white and turn one of my eyes green from the chlorophyll in the drug. I would be a creep, but at least I was alive. So, yeah. My mom died. I was sad, but in a few years, I was worrying more about the Hunger Games. So, ladies first. A sharp-featured girl with frizzy brown hair gets called. And the boys. "Genis Bryant!"

I stiffen, not believing what I just heard. How could it be me? My name was only in two times. But two times was all it took. I force down a scream and walk onto the stage. The girl looks at me. Her eyes are like a shattered window. They told me that she'd done something evil before, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

Psylocke Sade - District 7
My hands are hurting, my back is aching, my head is throbbing, my whole body is in pain today. But I need to keep training. It's so, so painful. But it's worth it. I need it for the Hunger Games, just in case I need to be picked. I clench my jaw and grit my teeth and continue hitting the hardy, wooden pole. I can't give up. I continue until my knuckles start to crack. I can't ignore that, because IF I'm not picked, then I'll need to train tomorrow, too. No compromise for even the Panem Channel special (AKA the Hunger Games). I would train at home, too, but there was one problem: my parents hated it. They would scold at me, yell at me, scream at me because of it. So I set up a mini Training Centre just for myself in the lush green woods of District 7. So that was basically my whole life. A shrill beeping fills my ears, and off the 7 people go to the square. I go to get my blood taken. I wince as the sharp, electric sting pierces my skin. I just HATE those injections. Anyway, I continue to the roped areas, and settle down with the 17-year olds. The neon-coloured escort greets us all and starts with the reaping.

"Hello, lovely people of District 7!  We'll be doing the reapings today.  Why don't we start with... the boys?  Good to have a difference for once.  So... Blaise Cooper!"

A boy steps out of the crowd. He reminds me of a cat, with silky-looking black hair and eerie, reflective grey eyes.

"Now, for the girls: Psee...  Psa..?  Psylocke Sade!"

Me. At least all that training gonna pay off, but that's not what I'm thinking about. I want to win, to prove my parents wrong. The boy looks at me with his eyes, reflecting my terrified face in them.

Rust Edge - District 8
I tread on the smooth even paving stones of District 8's pavements. Gazing at the Justice Building, I wonder if I'll be reaped for the Hunger Games today. This is my first reaping, and hopefully my first safe one too. But if I am picked, at least I've had practice. Believe it or not, I am a four-time murderer. Not so sweet for a 12-year old boy, I know, but they were all in me and my parent's defence. The first time was when I was 3, when I stabbed a guy threatening my mom and dad. Second when I accidentally pushed I girl too hard when she started shoving me. And the last time I killed two guys with their own knives. I walk slowly past the uniform grey buildings. Then a filthy smell of mud and acrid water fills my nostrils and a look around. I see a swamp filled with mud, dirty green summy water, dragonflies and... frogs. I scream. I had a phobia of them, and I was terrified of them. Their huge orange eyes, their alien green moist skin. I run away so fast, that I'm at the reaping place in a matter of seconds. Just in time to hear my name being called out. And I'm swallowed in a mob of peacekeepers, blotting out the light, the sun.

Marie Annayis - District 9
"Bye Trea! See you tomorrow!"

Trea was my foster mother. She was so sweet and kind, it was pretty much impossible to hate her at any time at all. My real mother was a famous Capitol singer who had me when she was eighteen. So she was horrible to me and payed the Capitol to ship me off to District 9. I couldn't have been happier. It's a beautiful place with golden fields stretching out in the distance for miles. Huge orchards dominate the countryside. Just as the Capitol dominates Panem. The thought passes over me for a moment. Why should they be so cruel? Why can't we fight back? I mean, Capitol people are horrible. Just take my mother, for instance, and you might be able to see how cruel the Capitol is to us. Ugh, it's no use. I turn into another alleyway. Big buildings surround it and the place smells absolutely awful, but it has the welcome noise of the city nearby. Shops start to appear, plastered with posters of... My mother. Maleria Annayis. I'm overcome with rage and I start to tear it to pieces when I hear footsteps. I stop for a moment and the footsteps stop too.

"Hey vandalrina, watcha'doin?" A gruff, male voice growls, "Vandalizing the city, the singer Maleria?"

I turn around to see three bright white peacekeepers outfits. Whoops. Then I run for it, zooming past buildings, shops until I reach the Justice building. I smile. They won't find me in this mass of people. I relax and listen to the escort's ranting.

"Why hello there, people of District 9. Such a pleasure to see you all here, waiting to be reaped. Unfortunately, only two of you are going."

This gets a huge booing from the crowd.

"Tributes then! Marie Annayis and Shen Seraph!"

Oh no. This can't be. I can't be that unlucky. But this is the Hunger Games. I can.

Machete Season - District 10
I am going to volunteer today. To fight, kill, win, I don't care. I want to murder someone for my family, all of whom I saw dying in front of my eyes. Starvation. The worst way to die. Slowly shrivelling up, feeling yourself empty up into a horrible darkness, while a void of hunger opens up inside of you and never closes... I promised myself I wouldn't die that way. To avenge my family.

I trudge through the thick and gloppy mud, my boots making soft sucking noises. I walk past a slaughterhouse, the smell of festering meat choking me. I see a man swiftly slitting a bull's throat. Eyes bulging, body shaking, it slowly sinks to the ground. The shudders all over its body stop, and I know it's dead. Its blood still pumps out in a red stream. I fantasize about killing a tribute that way, the Capitol crowd roaring its love for me. I find myself grinning.

I finally reach the 15-year old section. The escort introduces herself and talks for a while about how she thinks we will do in the Games, which is "pathetic". I'll show her.

"Hey!  Escort lady!  I volunteer!" I scream at her.

Her eyes widen in surprise. I tell her my name and take my spot. She then reaps a girl with bright pink pigtails who seems to be happy to be reaped.

I wonder how I'll kill her.

Kaden Mai - District 11
"Soldier Mai, here, now."

I march over to where my troop general was waiting. I bring my hand to my head, soldier-style, cause that's what I am, I suppose.

"Officer." I nod at him respectfully.

"Ah, Mai.  In service for three years, only twelve, but still one of the most precious soldiers to The Bandits.  I have...  a mission for you.  Quite important.  You need to escort 700 people from your home District to our major headquaters near the town square.  Here's your mission papers."

I take them and swallow. Officer looks at me expectantly. I nod and he grins.

"When do I start?" I ask.

"As soon as possible." He winks at me, then he turns around and leaves.

I run to the closest guard and show him my papers. He guides me to a wide tunnel and tells me to go on. I walk down to the transport station and I settle into an automatic, battery-powered hovercar. I zoom down the wide road.

"Okay guys!" My voice rings out in the quiet room full of 700 people, refugees. "I am here to escort you to the local Bandits headquaters.  In groups of 50, you will board the train that arrives every 5 minutes."

Slowly, the room was emptied. The last group was smaller, of about 25 people. I could hear the train faintly screeching, closer and closer. Just as it arrived, something else arrived, too.

"Freeze or I'll kill you!  Turn around my way and put your hands on your head.  You're all under arrest under the name of the Capitol."

It was a peacekeeper, flanked by two others. I start to panic. What about the main base? I asked him a question.

"The main base?  Surely you didnt-"

"Sweetheart, don't worry about them.  They're all dead." He chuckles softly.

A refugee lauches herself against him. A bang echoes through the room and the refugee falls onto the ground, dead. Now we know what happens if we try to attack them. The peacekeepers identify me as the leader of the mission and escorts me to the Justice square.

"Welcome to the Hunger Games.  You've been rewarded with it."

Treston Shackleford - District 12
I inhale the lovely, fresh scent of the farm, one of the only ones in District 12. Rows of potatoes and barley were bursting to life, the cows were breeding perfectly, everything was perfect. Well, except for the Hunger Games... But there's no way I can be reaped for that. I mean,  I've only entered in my name once. That's basically a zero percent chance of being reaped.

"Tres, dear, please can you slaughter a pig for lunch?" calls my mother.

"Yes mother!" I call back to her.

I'm not that squemish with killing animals. But I don't like to cause pain, so I just chose a pig that was old and suffering from several Tracker Jacker stings the day before yesterday. So I drugged it, whispered goodbye and firmly slashed its neck. I skinned and cut up the animal, taking great care to cut off the yellowish areas that had been affected by the Tracker Jacker venom. I wrap it up in aluminium foil and bring it to the house. My mother smiles, then starts to cook the meat, adding herbs and spices fresh from the garden on top. It smelt delicious. Then, distant bells sound.

"Tres, you'd better go now.  Remember, you won't be chosen.  You're only one in over twelve thousand." says mother, smiling.

"Bye, mom.  See you later."

The mayor was standing, glaring at me. I realize I'm late. I flush from embarrasment. Everyone was staring at me. It was the escort who saved me.

"Well, happy Hunger Games, District 12!  Why don't we start with the ladies?  Let's see... Melanoi Jet!" she trills.

A tall girl with mousy brown hair and liquid silver eyes steps up onto the platform. She doesn't seem to be very scared.

"What a lovely young lady!  Well, on to the boys."

She snatches a slip from the bottom of the bowl.

"Ah... Treston Shackleford!"

I stand there in shock, falling to my knees. Kind but cruel hands lift me up to my destiny. I walk up the steps and grasp the girl's hand. Her hand is cool and comforting. Maybe the Games won't be so bad after all.

Training scores
7+ = Better Odds

6- = Worse Odds

Tribute status
In this table I will put what they need. This is also the table where I will cross out their names when they're dead.

Divergent Hai - D2 (Launch Room)
I am so going to win this thing. I refuse to fail. Not after losing over 30 previous Hunger Games. I'm a clone, an imprint of the real, life-and-flesh human that's supposed to be dead. But maybe death would've been better. I have died so many times, been tortured with the memories. I remember having my throat slit. The cold blade scraping across my throat. The cold feeling soon drowned out by the fresh torrent of hot blood oozing out of my throat. The blackness ingulfing me... No. It won't happen again. I will survive, and win these Games. My stylist grasps my hand and dresses me in a bright, gold-coloured jacket and a pair of trousers, black waterproof ones. But they're both thermal, so that's good. A cool female voice rings out and tells us to step onto the tribute plates. I walk straight to it with no hesitation. The glass closes all around me, and my stylist gives me a thumbs-up. The plate starts to rise up. I will do well in these games. If only I wasn't so nervous...

Barbanaty Polagamous - D11
My plate slides up and stops with a metallic clank. Immediatly, I scan my surroundings. A barren desert, a jungle, a huge lake that's part frozen lake, part winter wasteland and a grassland with a small forest. I'd better go to the grassland, as it has a forest, and my main plan for the Games is to hide out in a tree. But... I've heard rumours, rumours of a deadly forest this year. What if they're true? No, I have to go somewhere else. I can't risk it. What about the bloodbath? Should I participate?

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..."

Should I run to the cornucopia? Or not?

"... Two, one!  Ladies and gentlemen, let the Hunger Games begin!"

I jump off my plate and sprint to the cornucopia at full speed. I have to arrive there first. Fists punch me, feet kick, but keep on running. I grab a bow and arrow and start shooting. I aim for the huge blonde guy from 2, but it misses and hits a girl with bright pink hair in the centre of her throat, spraying out a fountain of blood. Yes! The first kill of the Games. I dart away from the cornucopia, snatching a small but heavy backpack on the way when something pierces my leg. An arrow. I pull it out and turn around to see the pink-haired girl cough up blood, then collapse, her eyes open but glazed over. This time dead for sure. I run into the jungle.

Blaise Cooper - D7
Screams echo in my ears. Everyone in the area is fighting. Blood stains the ground. I grab an axe and creep up behind the girl from 2. I swing the axe into her back, oily black stuff exploding out onto the ground and my body. She goes still and then starts shaking, staring at the curved blade protruding out of her small chest. I wrench out the blade and she sinks to her knees. Then sparks start to fly off her body and a wire whips out and shocks me. Electrical pulses, hungry to kill and hurt spread up my body, stinging me everywhere until I couldn't feel the pain anymore. I collapse, and I try to find something beautiful I could see before I died. I see my district partner, her face wet with tears raise up a knife and say something, but I can't hear her.

"Kill me, please.  Please." I beg her, hoping my voice worked.

She nods once, takes a deep breath, and bring the knife down.

Astrid Mai - D8
I glance around, looking for an opening. I need to get to the cornucopia, cause I'm gonna survive these Games with no weapons or supplies. Then, my luck wins out. All the fighting moves to the side and I ran to the golden structure, grabbing a huge bag and a bow with two quivers of arrows next to it. I start to pull an arrow, aiming for the boy from 2, but a small, incredibly thin boy dives at me with a wicked throwing knife in his hand. He flings the knife down and my leg fills with pain. I scream from the horrible throb. For a moment he seems to hesitate. I grasp this moment to pull the knife out of my leg and throw it at him. It hits his chest and I run away from him. I look back to see him lying on the ground, shaking like mad, tears streaking his face. No room for mercy now. I run to the edge of the jungle, stopping for a moment to look at the bloodbath. The careers were cornering the boy from 3. He was big and had muscles, all right, but he was covered in deep cuts and bruises. He screams for mercy and the guy from 2, Alder Jonathan Webb I think, laughs and slowly slits the boy's throat with a rusty knife. I gasp in horror and all of them turn in my direction... wait not all of them. One's missing. In any case, I flee before they decide to after me.

Amphitrite Rao - D4
"Good job, Alder." I say.

He smirks.

"He was annoying.  C'mon, le'ts go kill the guy from 12.  He got too high a score for a minor district like 12." He replies.

"What about Machete Season?  He got a 10."

"He's gone.  We'll hunt him down later."

So that's the plan. He's the leader, even though I got a higher training score than him. But if I can somehow use him... Imagine what I could do! At the moment, I just want to win these Games, come back home and see my family. Oh well.

"There!!!!"

Divergent had spotted the guy from 12. He was sneaking away at the edge of the clearing, clearly hoping to get away from us. Not a chance. I run at him and knock him down, stomp on his head with my foot, and impale his neck with my trident. The bloodbath is finished!

"I think we'd better go to the jungle.  There's bound to be someone, I saw a few tributes go there." says Ultimate.

We agree almost immediatly. We head off to the jungle, but not before collecting a huge stack of supplies and hiding the rest.

France Ghona - D3
I slowly walk through the vast frozen landscape, double-checking the place for any sign of food or danger. What kind of an idiot am I? I didn't plan, didn't think, didn't even train hard enough. I just went to bed and found myself in the bloodbath the next day, not knowing what to do and running to this freezing hell. But maybe I can get some good out of it... Okay, France, think. What do you know about frozen lakes? Well... It's cold, it has fish and seals if it's saltwater... Seals, fish?! Food?! That's exactly what I need! Luckily, I found a really sharp stick on the way. So I'm going to set up a trap. I cut an ice hole, put a ptarmigan feather on top, so that I can tell when the seal is coming as it'll quiver when it breathes first. Then, I'll spear it. The thought of warm, juicy meat makes me hungry. I come back to my senses and start to set up the trap. I'm so desperate that I'm done in 5 minutes.