The Sunset Games

After about a years hiatus from the main Hunger Games wiki, I have returned (albeit to this wiki, not that one).

NOTE: These games will contain swearing (Not a lot, just when I feel it would be apropriate) and possible gore, if you don't wish for these things then please do not enter your tribute.

I shall be getting straight to the games, as I'm just itching to show you all the horrible things your tributes will go through.

A main rule of these games it that you must be relatively ACTIVE on their progress.

Contents
[hide]#Tribute Application
 * 1) 'Pledges' and Sponsers
 * 2) Tributes
 * 3) The Games
 * 4) Arena Map
 * 5) Death Chart
 * 6) Day 1 - For Whom The Bell Tolls
 * 7) POV - Lilith Parr-Cymri

Tribute Application
Tribute name:

Sex:

Age: 

Personality: 

Apperance: (Please add an avatar if you have one) 

Strengths: 

Weaknesses: 

Any other things you deem important:

You can enter up to three tributes

'Pledges' and Sponsers
The process of Sponsers and pledges is simple: Each day you can choose 1-2 tributes to pledge for, the more pledges a tribute has, the more things their mentors can buy for them.

To pledge a tribute simply comment 'I pledge these tributes ______'

Example: 1 pledge - Loaf of bread    2 pledges - Tin of rice Etc.

Each tribute shall be given 1 pledge each as a gesture of good faith, as I believe everyone deserves a chance to win.

Once all tributes are entered, you may begin to pledge for tributes.

You can pledge for 3 tributes per day, including your own, and when you wish to use those pledges just write a comment and I will send it to them. If you have a special thing you want to send then contact me.

The Games
I shall be doing these in a POV style, focusing on a particular tribute or group of tributes. For each day I will do various different tributes. I will try to not do the same tribute POV 2 days in a row unless I feel it is important to the story.

POV - Lilith Parr-Cymri
21

That was the number of extra times Lilith had put her name into the reaping bowl. Be it for food, fuel, clothing, each time had been necessary. Except the 12th. She had gotten drunk off alcohol when convinced to do it that time, the alcohol itself quite ironically had been acquired the 11th time she put her name in for extra goodies.

''If I'd known I was going to get picked, I would have put my name in more times. I could have put my name in to the maximum times allowed and been well off. Was there a limit to how many times you could put in your name? I never asked. Never will now. Oh well.''

18

Her age. Another year and she wouldn't have had to worry about the games anymore. Just her luck.

12

The amount of other girls she would be fighting in the arena over the coming days.

9

The amount of those girls who were absolute cunts.

8

The amount of Career tributes that she had spotted during training. However there were always new additions once the games began. Or back-stabs, leading there to be far less than just 8 Careers.

5

The amount of fingers she had on each hand.

3

The amount of fingers she'd be lucky to have by the end of this.

1

The amount of minutes till the games began.

The crisp breeze collided with her face and caused faint goosebumps along her arms. Looking around, it became fairly obvious what had been intended for their starting location; an island. From her point of view, there were no visible ways to get to the further away landmasses. Either the Cornucopia was blocking her view of her way off the island, or she would have to swim. Another chilly breeze. If there were any gods, they were cruel, as with the cold weather she would most likely end up dying of hypothermia if she were to stay in the waters too long. Despite the cold, the vast majority of her surroundings seemed to be thick forests. I'm fairly certain that there's a few scientific errors in the combination of lush, heat needing forests, and the cool Autumn-like air, but now's not the best time. Something frizzled and cracked off in the distance, however she couldn't see what made the noise.

BONG

Shit.

She had been so distracted with islands, goosebumps and indiscernible crackling noises that she had become distracted. What proceeded was, for lack of better words, controlled chaos. She ran. She ran and ran. And then she fell. Not in a hit-blockbuster movie fashion, but in a rather undignified 'tripping over your own feet' way. Lilith attempted to pick herself up off the ground, but instead took two clumsy footsteps and went tumbling into something in front of her, promptly sending her right back to where she had been, thus making the past 6 seconds a complete waste of time. Before she had time to reflect on her poor luck, she was lifted off the ground. Preparing her best 'reasons why you shouldn't kill me' speech, she was greeted with the face of Blight Magneus. She didn't know him, besides from a corny joke he made about cheese and ham sandwiches back in the interview waiting room. He'd made her chuckle. He got her onto her feet, and for a moment it looked like he was going to say something. Perhaps not about cheese and ham sandwiches, but still most likely something useful to the situation. Sadly, his thoughts were lost forever when a sword came down on his neck, cutting and carving it's way through skin, muscle and then bone. Lilith let out a yelp and, whilst unbalanced, made her way in the opposite direction of the sword. She didn't have time to feel anything.

She kept going, stumbling, but after what felt like forever she found herself at the edge of the forest. She took deep breaths and looked back at where she had been. She thought back again to what she had earlier, Controlled Chaos. She looked again to where she had been. She watched as a Career boy paraded around with Blight's now decapitated head. She thought the boy's green hair looked familiar, perhaps Manta. The boy had seemed rather charming in the interviews. She felt nothing. Yet somehow she knew that when the stars came out, and Blight became just another of the many faces in the sky, she would feel the loss. Not for herself, but for whatever little brothers and sisters that there were, weeping, not understanding why their siblings weren't coming home, and their mothers and fathers, who would lock themselves in their rooms and mourn and move on. That was the worst part. They would accept it and move on. And that's the true loss from it. The people of the world had truly lost any hope for a better life.

She waited and waited, having made her way further into the forest, before realising she couldn't go very far before encountering the beach. She went back, and eventually managed to get up a tree she thought looked relatively comfortable. She waited. The stars came. The canon boomed. And the faces of the dead moved across the sky.

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