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Oh my god it’s been like 4 weeks since I’ve reblogged anything THGYear3 related WHY WON’T IT GO AWAY

You can never get rid of the Capitol, Christian. You just can’t.

orly I think deleting the blog would work.

On a scale of 1-Rue, how dead do you want to be?

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Oh my god it’s been like 4 weeks since I’ve reblogged anything THGYear3 related WHY WON’T IT GO AWAY

You can never get rid of the Capitol, Christian. You just can’t.

To all of those involved in these games, I want to let you know that this blog will remain up for all of you to enjoy...forever and always.

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 04:06:54 -0500

Much love,

Colton Blake (Alpha)

I’m sure y’all already know…but hello!...

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 08:17:31 -0500

I’m sure y’all already know…but hello! Gamemaker Beta at your service.

Thank you to all of Panem’s finest for keeping the paparazzi away from me for so long while I assisted making these games with the beginning and the end (Alpha and Omega). I really do appreciate your work, your dedication, and your spiffy skintight uniforms.

To our Tributes, even though only one of you will hear this because the rest are dead: It’s been a pleasure getting to know you. Don’t hesitate to stop by my office at the end of the day and we’ll have a wild old time. ;) I’m talking to you, Sara. As for the rest of you, you can totally come too. Necrophilia is sort of my thing. Anyway, I appreciate your hard work and your time and your commitment to making these games the best they can be. I know the hours you spent writing, and I cannot thank you enough for taking this so seriously.

To our Mentors, you rock. You know that I’m always down for some Mentor-time once we’re done pimping you out to your real clients. Thank you for sticking with your tributes until the very end and for being generally entertaining and polite people.

To my other Gamemakers…you’re both so cute. If I could reach across New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Ilinois, Missouri, and Oklahoma, I would reach into your houses and make my hands explode with glitter and rainbows and sparkles and a banner that says “THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME.”

If you wanna visit me, drop by, say a few choice words, beat me up, whatever…here I am. Chick Vader. Dunnn dun dun duh DA dun, duh DA dunnn.

Peace up, A-town down.

Oh, and I never said my name. My name is Brenda. Okay. Now you can peace up.

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Wed, 11 Jul 2012 23:53:24 -0500

LET ME TRY THIS AGAIN.

Gamemaker Omega here!

It was an utter joy to do these Games with all of you. I love and will miss each of you dearly.

For those you don’t know, I am Meg. You can find my personal blog here.

I look forward to chatting with all of you.

Much love, Meg. (AKA. Omega) <3

how do you join? and when does the next games begin

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 23:17:19 -0500

You would have joined using the Submit option. However, THGYear3 will be forever closed for tesserae. I do know THGYear4 just reaped, so you may wanna follow them HERE but they have also reaped. Follow THGYear4 and when it ends keep an eye out for THGYear5 if someone does it.

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Wed, 11 Jul 2012 22:59:40 -0500

To those who do not know, I am Alpha. I have been the head Gamemaker responsible for THGYear3.

It has been an amazing pleasure getting to do this with all of those involved, and I’m thankful this was my last games. I can happily retire knowing I’ve done my part for the fandom.

To the Tributes: Your willingness to keep the Gamemakers in the loop for possible extensions, adhering to deadlines, and keeping your writing interesting was what made these games what they were for me. I can’t thank you enough. So many of you are amazing writers.

To the Mentors: You see how well you did based on how your Tributes survived or died. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Sometimes, things couldn’t be helped.

To Panem: Thank you for watching and keep an eye out for THGYear4.

You can find my personal Tumblr HERE and I look forward to talking with anyone who wants.

Thank you & may the odds be ever in your favor,

Colton (AKA: Alpha)

Final Situation Results: Five Is Company

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 22:49:56 -0500

Turning the Tides

Sara turned to face the incoming tributes, ready to make her final stand. Ready to win.

Nick reached her first, surprisingly, but Sara saw his alliance partner Emma hanging back in the water. He came back sopping wet, kicking water as he ran. It had reached ankle level now and was still rising. The valley they were in felt smaller somehow, as if the earth on the sides were pressing in while the water continued to pour.

Sara wasted no time. She had stored her daggers securely in her belt loops and decided to leave them there until she needed it. The only thing that was in her hand right now was the umbrella. Sara gripped the handle as Nick approached and once he was in range she swung out with all her might. His head connected with the plastic covered metal like a baseball hitting a bat and the loud Thwack echoed through her ears. Sara privately thanked the hours her uncle had spent forcing her weight training as her arms absorbed the impact of the hit. The strength surprised even Sara as Nick fell into the mud.

The umbrella had a dull metal point but it would still be useful in piercing. Sara jumped and landed hard next to the District 7 boy. He was feebly stirring as his head spun, the recent exertion making him weaker than he could have been. Sara stomped down on the boy’s shin bone gritting her teeth in order to build force. He yelped in pain and sat upright. Sara brought her right fist up heavily, her upper cut landing under his chin. Nick’s head snapped back and he was forced to spit a bloody mass.

Nick struggled to his feet cracking his neck from side to side. He was favoring his right foot now and Sara gave him a confident smirk. Nick raised the trident but it was clear the boy had been shaken and the weapon was too unfamiliar in his hands. Sara’s left hand was now holding her umbrella. It seemed to have proven itself useful as a weapon for now and she didn’t think she needed to switch to her daggers just yet.

Nick swiped his trident at Sara. She couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the poor boy. “Tridents are meant to be jabbed, District 7,” she snarled out, “Not swiped.” At the word swiped Sara brought up the umbrella and caught the trident’s points in the plastic material as Nick followed her jabbing advice. She twisted his arm down bringing the trident out of his hand. She pulled it from the umbrella and threw it towards the water letting it carry it south, away from where the tributes were standing.

Nick was weaponless now, and clearly not as resourceful as he needed to be to take on the tribute form District 1. He heaved as his body ached. Running to and from the massive wave had drained him in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He cast out a hopeful eye at his ally Emma but she was preoccupied with fighting the District 8 tribute, District 5 was nowhere in sight. He looked back at Sara his eyes hard.

Nick brought up a clumsy arm to Sara and she grabbed the flying arm and used his own momentum to pull him closer. “Look, it’s like we’re dancing,” she whispered seductively in his ear. Nick growled as he struggled to escape her grasp but she was trained in fighting larger opponents than he and his arm was stuck. “Except most dances probably don’t end like this,” Sara hissed through clenched teeth as she brought her knee up in a high kick making direct contact with his groin.

The boy yelped out in pain as his genitalia was crushed and he dropped to his knees with tears in his eyes. Sara took advantage of his open mouth and with a heaving thrust she pushed the umbrella down his throat, suffocating him. He fell to the floor as the umbrella ripped through his throat lining and down into his vital organs. Sara wiped some of the sweat from her eyes. She grabbed the District 7 boy by his hair ad pulled him back up to his knees. Without missing a beat she put both hands down on the umbrella handle once more and forced the umbrella further. Nick kicked out his arms and legs as his body spasmed but it was too late, nothing could save him now. Sara clicked the button on the handle and the umbrella ballooned outward, the spikes on each arm puncturing through his skin.

Sara backed away from the dying boy as a shower of blood sprayed out from his ripped open flesh. Nick was still moaning and thrashing as the blood stained the ground. The sight almost made Sara’s stomach turn but her training was too thorough, this wasn’t the first time she had watched someone die after all.

Sara turned her back and shut out the sound of his gurgling gasps followed by a cannon blast. She ran forward a few steps and jumped back onto the table. About twenty feet north she saw the remaining tributes still fighting. Emma was a Career from District 4 and was clearly giving the boy form 8 a run for his money. And yet Sara saw the staff of Emma’s man catcher protruding from the water. The heavy weapon seemed to be floating upwards of its own volition, puzzling Sara. It was probably better for it since Emma was quicker without it in the water.

“BET YOU WISHED YOU HAD THAT TRIDENT NOW HUH EMMA” Sara called out to the tribute, a laugh bursting from her mouth. Two heads snapped out to see the girl from District 1 standing on the feasting table. She was soaked from head to toe in Nick’s blood. The clothes would be a pain as the water level rose and Sara made the quick decision to strip. Sara ripped the shirt off of her body and decided to tuck in the small package of Trail Mix into her now exposed bra over her heart. She decided against fully removing her pants since they were still useful for storage and instead pulled out one of the daggers to cut away at the pants just below the crotch area. It wasn’t the cleanest splicing job but Sara was sure her stylist would forgive her. “ANYONE ELSE FEEL LIKE A SWIM?”

Staying Afloat

The tributes tuned out Sara as they struggled against the rising water level. Madi and Dylan were floundering around about three yards from herself and five yards from each other. Emma headed toward Dylan, and she swam like she never had before. She had opted for a streamlined fishtail stroke this time. Like a dolphin soaring through the water, her body undulated to propel herself forward with powerful mermaid kicks, only surfacing occasionally to take a long, calming breath before submerging again. She had really honed in on something here, her inner District Four, her inner fish powering through the water. About two yards away from Dylan’s dogpaddle, Emma seized up and disrupted her perfectly formed speed. Underwater, she positioned herself and readied her weapon. She took a moment to relish in the silence of the water and exhale some focused air. She wound back, her entire body forming what looked like an exotic dance move, and burst with power. She dropped her shoulder and the muscles in her arms pumped in this familiar motion. Her other arm swung around for stability as she shot the man catcher, pronged end forward, through the water like an arrow. It moved in a silent perfect arch, headed for Dylan’s neck. In a twist of fate, Dylan jerked suddenly, and the man catcher instead found his upper thigh. Emma could see a burst of bubbles as he cried out under water.

She gained on him quickly, swimming in to finish the job. As she drew closer, through the bloodstained water she could see him desperately trying to wrench the man catcher off his leg, but only to tear more flesh as the steel doors at the end of the weapon refused to budge. Emma grasped the man catcher and pulled downward, submerging both herself and Dylan in the foggy water. Emma had realized the weapon wouldn’t come off by pulling down past the smaller portions of the leg. She had fired well, but his efforts in vain had driven the weapon deeper in his bone. There was only one way she was getting this off him. Like a dog fighting for a toy, she whipped the weapon back and forth furiously, trying to dislodge it.

Dylan took advantage of her frantic state and broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. His powerful lungs from running had served him well. Emma came up again as well. The water was waist high now and still rising. As the tributes burst through the water Emma was finally able to free the man catcher, taking most of Dylan’s leg with it. He cried out in pain as his blood spilled out into the water turning the clear waves red. Emma smiled cruelly as she raised her weapon high and brought it smashing down on the District 8 boy’s head, killing him instantly. A cannon blasted

The look of triumph in her eyes was quickly replaced by a look of shock, however, as she felt a cool blade pierce her throat. She had enough time to turn and make eye contact with her killer before the darkness overcame her. The last thing she saw was the hard gaze of the girl from District 1. “Not so amazing anymore,” Sara whispered as she watched the girl sink below the water’s depths. Another cannon.

Swimming with the Fishes

Sara’s chest heaved as the water lapped at her knees. She was half naked now and covered head to toe in Nick’s blood. Emma and Dylan’s bloated bodies lay floating only ten feet away from her. Sara looked towards the sky but no hovercraft had come yet, they were waiting for the end too.

“Almost over,” Sara said to herself before tilting her head back and shouting out “ALMOST OVER!” Sara scanned the water for Madi but she was nowhere to be seen. “Come on, come on,” Sara said to herself. She wanted this over with already. The longer this was drawn out, the more alone Sara felt with only her thoughts as comfort. Sara swallowed hard, she could feel her confidence waning.

A bobbing motion caught her eyes and Sara focused on it, she saw the District 5 girl floating her way, struggling against the waves. Sara moved quickly towards Emma, splashing water as she went. She grasped the spear by its base and yanked it out of the dead girl’s throat and turned, ready to end these Games once and for all.

Sara dived into the water, glad she had stripped most of her clothes now, and swam quickly towards the girl from 5. She was no ‘evil mermaid’ but Sara felt confident in her training to fight in deeper water. She reached Madi and a few strokes and wasted no time grabbing onto her leg and pulling her under. The girl struggled and kicked away as she found herself below the water’s surface. It was clear to Sara that she was not a strong swimmer but Madi wasn’t giving up.

After landing a vicious kick to the District 1 girl’s chin Madi felt the hold on her leg weaken enough to pull up. She struggled to the surface of the water and took deep, grateful breaths. The water level had risen even higher now. Standing upright the water reached her neck making it impossible to fight. All of the action would happen below the surface and Madi wondered if there were already underwater cameras. She gripped the spear that Dylan had given her before being killed by Emma and turned to her would be attacker, but Sara was nowhere in sight.

A sharp stab in her thigh reminded her that the fight was on. Sara swam around her madly, twisting and turning like some mutation shark her daggers pointed outwards like claws. Madi stood her ground and began jabbing her spear below the surface like a fisherman harpooning his prey. Sara crashed through the water gasping for air and Madi saw a trail of blood following her. She acted quickly and threw the spear, at close range she was able to land a solid hit in Sara’s left shoulder. Sara growled as she pulled the spear from her shoulder and threw it away, hate clear in her eyes.

“What’s a matter,” Madi taunted, “Your boyfriend not here to save you.”

“Could say the same for yours,” Sara said, her voice wasn’t menacing like Madi expected. It was more light hearted, flirtatious even. Madi’s heart clenched painfully at the thought of her friend now floating some feet away. “I could reunite you if you’d like.”

“No, I don’t think I was really his type,” Madi said, keeping her voice as even as possible.

“Oh,” Sara said with a raise of her eyebrows, a knowing look coming into her eyes. “It’s a shame he died, he was quite handsome still.”

“Yes,” Madi said with a strained smile. The two girls were circling each other now as the water level rose. Madi moved closer to the ground but she could feel Sara trying to lure her to the depths. “You partners were very handsome as well. And the resemblance between you and your brother is striking. I think someone said you were twins right? Shame they’re dead now.”

Sara’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, it is a shame. But thankfully their memories will live on, in me.” Sara pulled her arm back and threw the spear in Madi’s direction. Madi dodged to one side but Sara’s plan was never to hit the girl, merely unbalanced her. Madi crashed into the water and slipped below it surface, paddling madly to keep afloat. Sara jumped on top of her and held her down by her throat. Madi’s hands clawed at Sara’s grasp as she opened her mouth to scream. Sara was blowing out bubbles as she held her breath. Not much longer now, Sara thought, she just had to outlast the district 5 girl. She wasn’t used to the water, she would panic.

Sara’s vision blurred as she felt Madi go limp in her hands. She weakened her gasp and let the girl sink down to the floor; far above her Sara heard the muffle sound of a cannon blast. Her body floated upwards and everything went black.

—-

Sara blinked against the brilliant light and brought her hand up to rub her eyes. When they had finally adjusted to the light she found herself staring into two large brown eyes, much like her own. “Casey,” she whispered out.

Her twin beamed at her, a genuine smile the kind only Sara got to see. “You did it,” he said proudly. “You won.”

“Where are we,” Sara asked carefully, his words not sinking in.

“We are at the ‘In Between’ as we in the Beyond call it,” his ground voice echoed around the empty area as he swung his arms out grandly.

Sara’s eyebrows came together as she looked around. “Why am I here?”

Casey shrugged and then smiled. “I don’t know, but I’m glad you are. I never got to say good bye.” He picked up her left hand and slipped off her ring, replacing it with his own matching one. His eyes were filled with pride as he pulled her in for a hug.

“I don’t want to go back,” she mumbled into his chest.

“You have to,” he sighed. “I’ll still be with you always.”

“You’ll stay with me?” Sara asked; her voice filling with hope.

“Until the very end,” Casey whispered as he bent down to kiss her cheek. He was already fading away.

Sara opened her eyes once more as she felt the medics lifting her into the hover craft. A masked Capitol doctor pierced her arm and drained a green liquid into it. A tear slid out of Sara’s eye that had nothing to do with the pain. It was over. She had won.

We Have Our Victor. Now To Piece Together The Finale.

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 15:38:44 -0500

From The Desk Of Alpha,

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 11:02:39 -0500

I’m getting the finale scored and situated. I can’t believe it’s coming to an end. I want to thank all of those who have gone with us on this journey. Tributes, Mentors, and Viewers alike. You all made this a wonderful last Games! Thank you so much, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Alpha

Attention Citizens,

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 19:54:11 -0500

We have 3 Tributes who have yet to respond. They MUST submit by 11pmCST or they will die. No chance of survival.

Thank you,

Omega.

And the weapons kept rolling in...

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 22:20:42 -0500

For this final situation, please bear in mind that your fellow tributes have just begotten these items, and they also have the items that they won at the Feast.

Sara, District 1- Trail Mix, Umbrella, Spear
Emma, District 4-Bolas
Madison, District 5-TBA
Nick, District 7-TBA
Dylan, District 8- 2 Spears, 2 Trail Mixes, 2 Butterfly Knives

To Madi and Nick’s mentors (or even you both)-Please write us and tell you what they need. Otherwise…

Love FOREVER,

Final Situation!

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 22:05:57 -0500

For the final situation, you will be submitting one attack to our email. One final attack to win the games. That is all this situation will consist of. Make it a good one! And don’t forget your deadline!

remember the arches? ahhhhh

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 21:59:28 -0500

remember the arches? ahhhhh

Final Sponsor Points (Least points to Most)

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:39:40 -0500

5th Place: Maddi w/ 43 points

4th Place: Emma w/ 89 points

3rd Place: Nick w/ 117

2nd Place: Sara w/ 260

1st Place: Dylan w/ 270

Sponsor Items: Final List & Pricing

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:39:32 -0500

20 Points:

Trail Mix

45 Points:

Butterfly Knife

Umbrella

50 Points:

Bolas

90 Points:

Spear

Winning The Games:

Priceless.

~Alpha~

Final Situation Announcement: The Finale

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 20:09:00 -0500

As each of the remaining Tributes try to get away from where the Feast took place, they notice shimmering blue rising around them. The earth beneath them quivers and shoots upward forming a natural dip. The land in the center of this valley has raised to become higher ground than what each Tribute is on. As the water outside the valley teeters on the edge of the bowl, it starts to slowly pour down, filling up the valley. Tributes, you MUST submit your final attack on 7/10/2012 at 10:00pm CST in order to get the chance to defend yourselves. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Feast

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 14:24:59 -0500

Nick & Emma & Ralf
Emma, Nick, and Ralf took off running. In that moment, Emma finally felt a sense of self gratification. Unlike the bloodbath, she felt secure with these allies. She felt powerful. They moved forward with purpose, eyes set dead on the trident. Nick’s long strides got him to the table first and he grabbed the trident so quickly, he nearly overdrew and unbalanced himself.

Emma came next, and seeing her untouched weapon next to Nick’s, she quickly grabbed it. Ralf was the last, and ran slower than the other two, with a sort of tenderness on his feet. He ran to the left, and Nick holding his trident obstructed Emma’s view of him. Emma and Nick took a moment to relish in their weapons, and braced themselves for the throng.
Emma looked over at Nick to see him holding the trident with wonder. The trident was kind of an old, outdated fishing tool, but Emma knew the thoughts of her home district were still evoked from it. She felt a source of pride that even a boy from a landlocked district could appreciate the pureness and power of this instrument.
Despite their preparation, the fight didn’t find them. They heard some screaming and saw that there was a jostling at the other end of the feast. Ralf was fighting with Sara. “Should we help him?” Nick asked Emma. She knew he only asked out of courtesy and obligation to the alliance. It was sure that neither of them wanted to mess with what was going on ahead.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You know why.” Nick nodded back at her.
The two Tributes walked away from the feast with their weapons, forgetting Ralf with each step.

Sara V. ~~Ralph~~
“Aren’t you coming?” Sara asked impatiently. Anyone who saw the girl now would see her talking to thin air, but in Sara’s mind her twin was whole. “I can’t,” Casey said in a calculated voice. His head was tilted slightly as if he was listening to something. “I can’t go into this part now.” Sara frowned, thinking his words over carefully. “Then I’ll just stay with you.” Casey shook his head. “No, no your path is that way,” he said pointing over her shoulder. “You can’t follow me down mine.” His head tilted again, Sara heard a buzzing noise this time. “Don’t worry,” her twin said with a reassuring smile, “I’ll be back. I promised you I wouldn’t leave you. No go in there and kick some ass, tell District 2 I send my regards.” Sara nodded sharply.
She filled her eyes with the sight of her twin before turning and making her way in the direction Casey had pointed. She felt lighter somehow, in a way that didn’t have to do with the fact that she had been stripped of her weapons and supplies. Her heart felt lighter, more at peace. As if she could do anything.

Sara frowned as she jogged to the table. All of the tributes were equidistant from each other as they scrambled for weapons. She saw three other tributes heading for the Kusari Gama and thought better of it. She veered off slightly and made a grab for the two daggers instead when she saw they were uncontested. The food and water was also left alone, it seemed these tributes were ready to fight.

The loss of her allies had hit Sara hard but she had been strengthened in the final stretch in the arena before entering the field. Her mind felt clearer now but her heart was still heavy with the memory of her twin. She knew she had to win now. For the both of them. Sara was standing close to the remaining boy from District 11, Sara vaguely remembered Ryan mentioning his name was Ralph.
Armed with the double daggers she wasted no time in attacking him before he got his hands on a weapon and returned the favor. Sara brought her right arm up in a quick slice and connected with the boy’s right arm. He gave out a surprised shout, it was clear he hadn’t expected a fight from anyone. The boy turned around, his arms were bare of any weapon. Sara smirked, this would be fun. The District 11 boy clearly was as ignorant as she first assumed. He had made the incorrect decision to come towards her in hope of attacking.
Sara, eager to finish him off, kicked her left leg out and caught the back of his knees bringing him flat on his back in moments. “Should have run when you had the chance,” she growled as she brought a dagger down stabbing his right leg just above the knee. The boy howled in pain as he made a move to sit up to get the dagger out. “Nuh uh uh,” Sara admonished as she brought the handle of her second dagger to his raised head. The handle connected hard with his temple and she was sure he was seeing stars right now.
Sara moved herself on top of the boy, straddling his right leg with hers, separating him from the dagger. She heard him moan a word that sounded suspiciously like help. “Pft, help you want? In the final ten you think any alliance you make stands. Oh no, no Ralphie boy it’s every tribute for themself now.” Sure enough Sara was right, the other tributes who went for weapons were currently fighting and his former alliances were ignoring the District 11 boy. Ralph’s chest was heaving as his mind cleared. He made a clumsy lunge for Sara and she dodged a millisecond too late. He grabbed her hands and slammed them together holding them tight. Because she had used the handle to hit him the point of the dagger was dangerously facing her. They were locked in a struggle as Ralph attempted to push the knife towards her.
Sara clenched her teeth and tightened her core as she pushed the built up force out. She began moving the knife closer. The boy was so distracted by protecting himself from the knife he didn’t notice Sara’s slight change in position. Before he could react Sara had brought her left knee up hitting him in his groin. Ralph let out a loud curse and the burst of energy pushed his hands forward. His grip had loosened enough to allow Sara to dodge its direct hit but she hissed under hear breath as she felt the dagger slice against her left arm.
District 11 boy was now on his stomach, tears pouring from his eyes as he writhed in pain. “Guess it really does hurt when you’re hit there,” she crooned, “Pity.” Sara pulled the dagger from his leg eliciting a gasp from Ralph. He struggled to get up but Sara had grown tired of the game. With practiced ease she brought the dagger to the side of his stomach and applied enough pressure to leave a deep, mortal gash. Ralph cried out in pain and his mouth filled with blood as he lay dying like a gutted cow. “Please,” he begged her, “please not like this.” Sara narrowed her eyes. The boy was asking for mercy, but Sara wasn’t sure if she had any left in her. Still, she reasoned, it wouldn’t hurt her to kill him off faster.
“Get on your stomach,” Sara commanded. The boy obeyed as best as he could with his wound. He knew the end was near for him. “If you see Ryan up there,” Sara said, a smirk coming into her voice, “Tell him Sara sends her love.” In one swift move Sara brought the heel of her foot down on the back of the boy’s neck and heard the satisfying crunch that meant his spinal cord had crunched, crushing his neck and ending the District 11 boy’s life.

Dylan & Madi
Every sense of warmth and beauty about the field dissipated as soon as Dylan drew Madison’s attention to the table. Now, as the two sprinted through the wheat, the stalks no longer felt gentle and smooth against her skin; every shoot that whipped across her body held the same harsh bite of a whip. The kind, sweet breeze that she had ardently admired moments before now felt too crisp and arid in her lungs as she desperately inhaled it, straining to keep up with Dylan’s unsparing pace. Her heart beat violently in her chest, off rhythm with the unfaltering pound of her battered shoes that resounded in her ears, but she knew that every step closer to the table brought them farther away from the cannon fire. Every step could safely deliver Dylan back home to his family or Madison to her brother. Her desire for the first outweighed the pain of the fire seemingly scorching the lining of her lungs and the relentless stitches seizing her ribcage, and she loyally forged on at Dylan’s side.
The pair heard a blood boiling scream to their far right and turned their heads to see the District 11 boy, Ralph, lying on the ground and Sara of District 1 quickly leaving the scene. Madi stood up immediately and turned towards Dylan.
“What a lucky break,” she said. “The Kusari Gama is just totally out in the open now.
He gave her a little wink. “Let’s go get our prize.”
Together they walked to the table and retrieved the Kusari Gama. They both took in the beauty of the weapon before they ran off to the other end of the Arena.

~~Tanner~~, ~~Jamie~~, ~~Meara~~ V. Stone Man Mutt
Tanner, Jamie and Meara started towards the feast, hoping they could avoid conflict with the other Tributes. Tanner ran up and took the lead, Jamie and Meara followed directly behind him. Suddenly, he decided it wasn’t safe enough to enter the feast quite yet. He made a sharp U-turn and headed back to their spot by one of the trees. Jamie and Meara followed, confused.
“What are you doing?” Meara asked, with a hint frustration.

“Too many people. Isn’t safe. Wait for them to leave. We’ll go back then.” Tanner gasped, out of breath.

“How rude of you to leave our feast so early,” Omega chided. “We worked hard to prepare it for you. No need to go back, you aren’t welcome anymore. Here’s a Mutt to express our dismay.” Omega chuckled and then there was silence.
The ground shook as the Mutt materialized from the tree. It was the Stone Mutt from Situation 2, only it was bigger. All three Tributes stood in silence, not sure what to do next. Meara, who stood closest to the Mutt, took a step backwards. The Mutt lurched forward, grabbing her by the waist. She screamed for help and Tanner kicked at the leg of the Mutt, not knowing what else to do. The Mutt lifted its leg and knocked Tanner over, stepping on his groin. He screamed and rolled on his stomach.
Meara, still in the grasp of the Mutt, silenced her screaming. She knew she was as good as dead. The Mutt slammed Meara into the ground, head first. There was an audible crunch as her skull met the hard ground. Blood soon soaked the ground around her limp body. A few moments later, there was a cannon fire, signaling Meara’s death.
Tanner turned over at the sound of the cannon. He saw his ally lying in a pool of her own blood and nothing more. The Mutt drug its sharp fingers down Tanner’s throat ending at his chest, right above the heart. Blood splashed onto his face and the body the Mutt, as well as Jamie’s torso and arm. Tanner tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a large amount of blood. He made another choked noise and fell over as the cannon fired, finalizing his death.
The whole time, Jamie stood frozen in fear. Tanner’s blood was still warm as it dripped off her fingers tips. She lifted her head high and closed her eyes. She took one last deep breath in and let it out. Now she was ready for anything. The Mutt took its bloodied hand and sliced deep into her stomach, ripping away the flesh and muscle. She screamed as the blood streamed down her legs. She soon was unable to stand and fell hard onto the ground, landing on her back. Blood soaked and mangled, she took a final, shallow breath. The cannon sounded, Jamie was dead.

It is 6am here.

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 06:01:53 -0500

I have finished putting the feast together. Y’all better feel loved. I’m waiting on Beta to read over it before I post it.

Calm yo’ selves until then.

Signed,

A very tired Omega.