The Ancient Games (The 703rd Hunger Games)

Hello there. Yes. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Okay so if you've read the 701st or 702nd, you know what's up. But if you havent, I'll tell you what's up. The sky of course. Unless your indoors... then it's the ceiling... but it also depends on your perspective of up... if up is down and right is left and left was secretly up, then it's... going to be hard to explain. Let's begin.

Twist
Oh goodie! A twist! Wait a minute salmon, this ain't a quarter quell, why is there a damn twist? Good question interested reader! Read the prologue and it will tell you... what's that you say, there is no prologue? Well, guess you'll just have to wait.

The twist is... districts 0, 14, 15, and the capitol are entering as well. Meaning 8 more tributes... 24+8=32. There will be double tributes. 32x2=64. But 24 tributes will also be revived from the previous Drowning Games, 701st, and 702nd. So 64+24=88. Counting the bloodbath fodder, who knows how high the bar can go!

Mass Amounts of Bloodbath Fodder
It's obvious my troll tributes would never get a games themselves, so why not let them get some shine time by dying in these.

Alliances
Careers: Seiko Torres (C), Gladia Torres (C), Akumai Tenshin (1) , Zapphire O'Quaid (1) ,  Trevor Gold (1) , Nutmeg Spica (1), Magnus Agrona (2) , Courtney Dax (2) , Mario Iris (2) , Isla Ackerson (2) , Michael Caboose (4), Adelle Searling (4) , Lila Highsmith (4) , Ryan Marine (4) , Brett Brawl (5), Zoey Proasheck (5), Osanna Hex (5) , Aroma Velonte (8) , Jack Wang (10) , Luxray Meganium (12) , Kaleido Esquire (14) , Valora Vista (R1), Felix Leonard (R1), Rio Waterborne (R6) , Mack Waterborne (R4) , Tomer Wilt (R12) , Aurum Chirp (R2) , Daenerys Kystrel (R10) , Valentina Parr (R2) ,

Anti-Careers: Salem Finnigan (0), Unnamed Tribute (3), Unnamed Tribute (5) , Unnamed Tribute (6) ,  Camiren Paisley-Idylwyld (8) , Kharjo Derkeethus (8) , Caliban Rweed (9) , Diamandia Reaperson (10) , Unnamed Tribute (10) ,  Unnamed Tribute (12) , Luxio Sertralium (12) , Penny Wheatgrove (12), James Dant (13), Jayda Idlywild (R6?), Solar Powers (R5) , Lunar Powers (R5)

 Alliance 1: Jupiter Orbit (0), Juno Orbit (0)

 2: Renault Black (6), Mercedes Black (6)  Disbanded with Mercede's Death

 3: Umbreon Martell (11), Espeon Martell (11)

 4: Herb Everest (14), Karen Everest (14)  Disbanded with Herb's Death

 5: Solar Powers (R5), Lunar Powers (R5)  Merged with Anti Careers

6:  Vesper Brooks (7), Macy Rayle (0), Cauter Dumont (15)

Loners:  Practically everyone else xD

Dawn Pyres, victor of the 702nd Hunger Games
"Alright Dawn, stay away from the damn ruins of the Waterborne Mansion, place is haunted. Other than that though, there should be no problem. I have no clue why the president wants to crown you victor in District 4... guess to show of his conquering of the Waterbornes."

My mentor Scaggus was pretty damn bossy, but headstrong and mocking. I liked that about him, he didn't seem to give a damn about the capitol or what they could do to him. I wish there were more people like him who wouldn't cower in fear.

"Hello citizens of District 4. We've been honored by our beloved President Typhoon, who has decided to crown our victor of the 702nd Hunger Games right here in our district." I was sitting on a high tower, on the balcony alongside some other high ranking officials. The tower looked like it was built not so long ago, probably after the Waterborne rebellion.

I could look down and see most of the district gathered in the square, far below us. Displayed on the two large billboards where there tributes from my games. I was expected to give a speech about how brave they where and stuff, like if I was on a victory tour.

The president took the stage, as my hand clasped around a handle in my jacket pocket. Corin's sword, the one I stole from the games. I made a promise to her before she died that I would take this blade and behead the president with it. Today would be my chance.

"Dawn Pyres has shown, through determination and perseverence, that she was capable to outlast the others, and become victor. I offer her the crown of the 702nd Hunger Games, to forever commemorate her victory." The president announced, walking over to me.

He placed the crown on my hand, turning around to make one last speech. As he turned, I whipped Corin's sword out and brought it across the back of his neck. His tendons snapped backwards as his head severed behind him, as I kicked the corpse over.

Screams erupted through the district as I tossed the crown down, running from the balcony and towards the roof of the tower. Peacekeepers began chasing me, and I knew I might die from this. But if I did, I would have changed Panem forever.

I get to the roof, the churning ocean far below me. Only a fool would jump, and only luck would keep me alive. That's when I spot a girl who grabs me, saying quickly "I can get us out of here." She was about my size, with long brown hair and green eyes.

"Who are you?" I ask, distrustful. "We don't have much time. Here." she hands me a pair of swimming goggles. "What do I need these for?" I ask. "You'll see... now Dawn... jump!" With that, the girl takes a leap of faith, grabbing my arm as I follow with her.

After a fall, we crash into the water, the sound of rushing water filling my ears. I look around, to see the now masked girl lead me to a dolphine. She grabs on and motions for me to do so. Was she crazy? I had no other choice, as I grabbed on as well.

The dolphin took of speeding. After a minute underwater, it broke the surface, allowing for us all to breathe. "Explain yourself!" I say, drawing Corin's sword and pointing it at the girl. "Alright! My name is Arabella Waterborne. I'm taking you to our secret base of operations."

"What?" I ask, confused. The Waterbornes were dead. This couldn't be happening. "Yea, off the coast a bit. It's hidden underwater, just wait and see." After a few more minutes, the dolphin ducks back under. What my eyes see amazes me.

A huge dome sticks out from the bottom of the sea, surrounded by many more domes. An underwater base... how awesome.

We are brought inside a dome, as water drains from it and it is replaced by air. "Alright bud go to the others." Arabella says to the dolphin, who goes back with 4 other dolphins in a pin. "You got those trained?" I ask. Arabella nods.

"So why did you take me here?" I ask, and Arabella just looks at me. "You killed the president. How could we NOT take you here?" she responds. "Good point." I reply. "I got to take you to my father. He runs the place." I grumble a bit. Another stranger to meet. "Come on, follow me. He's an honorouable man." Arabella adds on, as she leads me through the base of mysteries, while I'm still mystified about it all.

Woody the Cowboy, Head Gamemaker
The president was dead. The capitol was at a panic, District 4 officials sent divers searching everywhere for the killer, the victor Dawn Pyres. We hadn't found anything, not a corpse nor a piece of clothing. She'd simply vanished into thin air.

"Woody, I'm sure you're in grief about our late President Typhoon." A man in shadow calls out to me. "Yes I am sir. But may I find out your name first before I speak to you?" The man throws a buzz lightyear action figure on the floor, as I watch it slide to my feet.

Giddy as all get out, I pick it up and start pressing all the buttons on it. "My name will come later, but I'm going to be your next president you know... After my father's passing, the throne of Panem is left to me." I just nod and keep playing with Buzz.

"So Woody, do you have my support to build a devious arena to my liking?" The shadow man says to me. Too distracted by Buzz Lightyear to care, I casually say "Oh yes yes yes! I'd love to do whatever you want!" He then moves forward.

"Good." The shadow off him gone, I see a young man, only about 25 years old. He's tall, a good 8 inches over my own decent 6 foot frame. His hair is an unnatural color, like most in the capitol, a light blue. His eyes are an evil red, and he wears nice clothes.

"Just refer to me as President De Leone. I have an idea that you could follow through with." He then snaps his finger, as a few capitol servants roll a tank full of water toward us. The bad thing is, it has someone in it, a girl who looks barely 13.

"Please Mr. Cowboy... get me out of here and away from this maniac!" she says, her brown eyes wide with fear. "See this tank?" He asks. "Yea..." I say, lowering my buzz lightyear. "Forget the tank... watch what happens to our girl here..."

He presses a button on the tank. It slowly begins filling with water. "I'll give you a chance dear. Don't drown and you'll live." The girl begins screaming, but soon her cries get muffled by water. I watch, horrified, as she screams her lungs out, emptying them of air.

She goes still, mouth and eyes wide open, a terrifying sight. "Make sure the water's deep, really deep. I want to see this in my games." He then leaves the room, leaving me alone with a buzz lightyear toy and a drowned girl. I didn't want to follow his orders, but if I didn't want to end up like the girl, I would follow them regardless.

Penny Wheatgrove
So many tributes... 15 of them had come back from various games, and the other 64 were just reaped. But the others... these freaks and weirdos that nobody liked in their games... why were they back? "For the sake of blood of course" I tell myself, before getting in the elevator.

My district partners were these two boys with some of the strangest names. Luxio and Luxray, to odd names, especially considering it was district 12. The other girl in our district, I didn't even know her name, and wouldn't be doing so either.

The amount of tributes had to huddle in groups to space out. So many of us, so, many many many. The weird dude with a cane stood up, standing on a pedestal to tower over even the tallest of tributes. He didn't even have to speak for me to know his annoying voice.

"Why hello kids and tributes! This training area is where we seperate the men from the boys and the women from the girls! You train here and toughen up, and whaddya know, you might be a VICTOR! The girl last year sure was a fiery one, maybe you district 9ers can top her performance, huh?"

"Well a weirdo like you shold know the careers normally destroy any other tributes almost any other games. Are you forgetting the 701st Games?" Luxray spoke up. Why him? District 12 was rare to offer careers, but he had the size to be one.

"Boy, let me teach you a lesson about speaking when I'm speaking." The crazy man jumps from the pedestal, and draws a sword out of his cane. "Arrogant boy like you from District 4 learned the same way. Let's hope you learn faster-"

Before he even thrusts forward, Luxray kicks the sword cane out of the man's hands and throws him to the ground, curb stomping him until 5 peacekeepers drag him away. "KILL HIM! I WANT TO SEE HIM DEAD!" The angry man said as he was taken away by paramedics, some other dude coming in to watch us.

Everyone cleared out, the training room filled with chatter as some tributes had to take turns on each training station. My odds were terrible and I knew it, there were just... so... MANY! I almost bump into a fat tribute who is muttering to himself about bombs.

"Watch it dumbass!" a slim man following the fat dude says as he shoved me. "Whatcha gonna do, huh? Cry? Cry for me, you stupid little cunt!" He says, raising his arms up. "You look like you burned some ho's house down you stupid little shit!"

The words did it... tears streamed down my eyes. That just made the cruel, sadistic kid laugh more. Until suddenly, someone stood up in front of me. "It's a damn shame someone like you gets the kicks out of bullying." I look up to see the girl, and am surprised to see the girl from 8.

"Ha-ha! Look at dis whore! You're about as two-sided as your hair colors! Weird ass bit-" The girl from 8 strides across the floor and whams her fist into the boy's face. Instantly, his fat friend and a girl holding a flamingo turn around, and attack the girl from 8.

"How's it feel bitch!" The dancing freak said, disco-kicking the girl from 8. She was tough and got up, managing to fight off the fat man, flamingo girl, and the dancer, before peacekeepers broke them up. "This isn't over you multicolored ho!"

"Hi... I'm very sorry for his terrible words... I'm Camiren Paisley-Idylwyld, but you can just call me Camiren." Camiren says, holding her hand to me. "I'm Penny Wheatgrove... from District 12." Camiren smiles. "You're also going to be my first anti career."

We walk around, telling each other about ourselves, trying to find other kids to recruit. After searching, our numbers begin to increase, and soon, we have a noble amassment of around 14 tributes. A rather large alliance by my standards, but tiny compared to the army of careers.

"I say we vote for our leader." The girl from 10 who's name slips me says. "Yea, I agree." James Dant from 13 replies. "Alright. Vote we will." Camiren says. "I vote... myself." Salem says, the boy from 3 just laughing at him. One quick glare shuts him up, as we continue voting.

Despite the voting, Camiren still wins leadership, and declares me co-leader. "Aw come on Camiren! She's just 13, she couldn't lead a life through a sewer pipe!" The crackhead from 9 says. "It's my decision, she earned it. Now, let's train."

Jack Wang
The careers had let me in somehow. I was very surprised and shocked, and glad at the same time. We were the largest alliance, we could easily destroy the competition. However, remembering last year's games, career alliances didn't always last.

"Alright, this climate's going to be wet and warm, but not hot. I don't know what to expect, but... just expect something." my stylist says, handing me a rubber pair of pants and a water-proof shirt. "A little tight..." I mutter as she leads me to the tube.

"Tubes launching, in 30 seconds." A masculine robot voice says. "Listen Jack, you've got brains most careers don't posess. Use that to your advantage, make them pay in what they lack. I got hope in you." My stylist says, before the glass shuts.

She waves me goodbye, as the tube rises. A nervous feeling and dread feel me like never before, as I prepare myself for any arena.

The usual bright sun blinded me, ya-da ya-da, when my eyes adjusted, I found myself in this huge ancient city. Huge quartz buildings rose up, large dirt paths and the whole nine yards. It resembled Athens, Greece, a great city a long time ago.

The cornucopia was at the front of a senate building, it's massive stairs leading into the grand quartz place. Behind me the sea resembling the Aegean sprawled across. I could spot a few islands as well, the biggest one obviously representing Crete.

To my left, mountains where in the distant, and to my right, more sea. "60 seconds." The all to familiar voice chirps on. I look around, the massive amount of tributes surrounding me. Deciding I have a little bit of time, I decide to do the math and count the total amount.

64 new tributes, 15 revived ones, and 27 of those weird ones.... a grand total of 106 tributes. These were probably the biggest games ever in Panem History. I still wondered why they were so large, it wasn't a quarter quell... but I kne I was in for one of the bloodiest bloodbaths.

Then, those dreaded last 10 seconds began to countdown. "It's alright Jack, you're a career, you'll make it through this." I look straight ahead at the cornucopia, knowing soon I'd be forced to kill... the countdown reaches 1, and the gong sounds, as I'm running towards the cornucopia.

Kaleido Esquire
Running as fast as I can, running to the cornucopia, the sea of tributes everywhere. So many of them, how was I going to live? I had no idea, just keep on moving... I had been telling myself to keep on moving for the past few minutes...

I watch a tribute fall to my right, a rather ugly looking fellow. A large spear sticks out of his torso, but the poor bastard keeps on running. That means someone had already made it to the cornucopia, and they where going to attack me next.

I spotted the thrower, some chick named Amy Oceania, the only one to wear masquerade to the games. She chucked another, as I ducked, hearing it hit someone behind me. I turn briefly to spot the creepy Shia kid, who had an ax to the back of my head.

I tackle the Amy chick to the ground, reaching for anything. My hand clasps a sickle as I begin to cut away at the girl trapped under me, before she finally dies. Blood stains the cornucopia and my blade, before I'm forcefully kicked on my stomach.

The ugly dude with the spear in him stands over me, ripping the spear out of his chest and pointing it at me. "That sickle belongs to me!" he hisses, as I throw it up to block his stab. Someone else disarms him, and I watch as the ugly kid gets his throat slashed with an ax.

"Good thing you're a career, huh?" Magnus says, helping me up. A tribute raises a knife, ready to stab into his back.. Not on my watch. I slash forward with the sickle, catching the tributes head. The Cyndi Mintis chick falls down, and Magnus turns around.

"Oh.." he says before running off into the fray. Left alone, I arm up with weapons more preferrable to my own style, before I charge into battle.

Brett Brawl
"Ha-Ha! One!" I shout as I plunge my spear into the retreating Jessica Taylor. "Two!" I add on as I whirl around and impale my spear tip through the heart of Robin Sparkles. "Three! I can get used to this!" I add, chucking my spear into Senpai, ripping it out as I face someone else.

"Eugene Watson. 1 Male." A blob of a tribute covered in word tattoos. "Who in the hell are you?" I ask, but the THING only replies. "Is 16 years of age. Prefers to use a snake sword and gauntlets as weaponry." The freak was angering me as I rushed forward.

Unlike my 3 previous kills, this dude knew how to at least DODGE. He moved sideways, albeit slowly, before spouting off more information. "Evaine Mejai. Is 18 years of age. Prefers to use knives and steel claws as weaponry."

"Fucker!" I curse, pushed too much. He was spouting out NONSENSE, and I was sick of it. "No one filled me up. Now I hunger for the day people give me more info." Another crap thing, and his last words, when my spear went into his knee.

"Eat this premature freak!" I say, raising my spear up for a downard stab. Zoey, my district partner and a reluctant ally of mine, finishes him off. "Sorry Brett, I need a kill... the careers will kill me if I don't prove myself!" She then runs off, as I scoff. Thief.

"We got some nameless versus nameless action here! The unnamed from 12 faces off against the nameless from 15!" The awful singer Richard the Rick of Roll says. I prepared to end their little sport competition, when our leader, the dangerous Aurum Chirp stands up, wielding a spear and ax.

He had more expirience, he was already in a games once... but this time, he'd covered his mistakes. He allowed everyone to make fair decision, and he was only the leader by omission. But he was by far our most dangerous career we had.

His spear enters both kids from 12 and 15, turning them into a human kebab before Aurum cuts both their heads off simeultaneously. "No, PLEASEEEEEEEE!" Richard says before Seiko impales him through the chest with her katana. I nod to them both, as we prepare to take on a large group of antis.

Adelle Searling
Zapphire takes down the weird thisis kid, as I begin to charge for Joshua Cottonseed. He was gutsy in each of his reincarnations, attacking tributes much better than him. I was hoping his gutsiness would come after me, as I challenged him to attack.

He rushed forward, but it seemed in this revival he was his strongest. He swung powerful sword strikes, and I was surprised to be forced on the defense. I parried and struggled and was shocked when he whacked my sword out with a strong blow.

He attempted to cut my head off, but I managed to grab his sword arm and wrestle around with him. He slammed his head into mine, knocking me back with disorentation. I look up as he stabs down, but thankfully Aroma was there to impale him through the stomach with a scythe in the nick of time.

"Thanks." I mutter, brushing myself off and picking up my sword to go back into the fight. I then see a man dressed in old royal navy attire, followed by a valet who has too much white makeup. Both wear ridiculious powdered wigs, before the funny faced one says:

"Coa do oh eal Ix als vo pe!" I give a confused look, before the makeup dude, his valet, speaks up. "Sir Jaimes No-ington wishes you give him the compass you hold." I rummage in my pocket, feeling around the compass I had picked up...

"No, it's mine!" I say. His valet steps back, when Jaimes adjusts his wig and stands straighter. "Don't make me ask again girl. Give me that compass." he orders with an english accent. His sudden mood change scared me, but I wasn't going to back down.

I crossed blades with the navy man, avoiding strikes from the valet who wielded a strange weapon, an english flag with the bottom of it being a spear point. "You are meek to me, and a bloody pirate, a thief, scoundrel!" The navy man says, dueling me to the cornucopia edge.

"Trevor, what are you doing?!" I shout as he takes out Jaimes with a well placed kick to the groin. "Rescuin' you-" I scream as he's knocked on his rear end by the somehow capable valet. "Bye bye Barbarian!" The valet hisses, thrusting downward with his spear-flag.

I can only watch as the point impales Trevor, who coughs a bit. "NOOOOOOOOO!" I shout, but the Valet and Jaimes take off running. "Trevor... why?" I ask. "You're being immature... it's just... I had no personality, no story. The capitol wouldn't like me, so why should anyone else?" After those words, he just gives in and dies, to my upset.

Cauter Dumont
Stricken between finding Vesper and living, I pull Macy on her feet. Stone Rockgobbler lies dead. He was a powerful tribute, but not even he can stop me from protecting my allies. "We have to find Vesper, come on!" I shout, as we search for our ally.

I spot him, between two of the strangest tributes ever. "Dolan u fukin' mooron, we should beat him to death with makeshift weapons, not tell him jokes about ur friends!" The duck man just gives a dumb grin, saying "Gooby pls." before lunging forward.

The two begin punching each other, their fighting skills pretty pathetic, as neither are able to make much damage on each other. "Vesper, come on!" I say, as he gets up, grabbing what little he had gotten as we take off to the beaches of the coast.

"Not so fast! I will die and you will have the bounty of my items! Wait no, YOU will die and I will have the bounty of YOUR items." A strange talking Mervin of Rottingham says. His buddy, a tall spanish man in a tux begins to crack jokes.

"What do my knuckles and the FNAF fanbase have in common? They're both BROKEN!" Mervin turns to his friend, saying "Fool! Bonnie killed you on Night 12... DAMNIT! I meant Bonnie killed ME on Night 1!" Taking enough of this crap, Macy lunges foward and beheads Mervin with her... dagger?

"How?" I ask, but she shrugs. He must've had a weak neck. "Alright, your turn." She says, slashing a deep wound across the spanish man's stomach. He doesn't even flinch. "I guess that's one way to eat the blade!" he says, making a bad stomach joke.

She jabs the dagger into his eye, but he still doesn't die. "Eh, I guess I can "stare daggers" now" This guy was TERRIBLE! I join in, stabbing him through the chest, his heart coming out of his back with my blade. But does he flinch or die? NO!

"The warmth of my heart will warm the cold of your steel!" I rip my blade out, surprised this tribute isn't dying. "How do we kill him?!" I ask, looking at Macy who seems just as confused. "I dunno." Vesper stands up however, a plan in his mind.

"Why did the undead chicken cross the road?" The spanish man then replied "What?" Vesper added on "To get to the nether side!" The spanish man went rigid, his own bad jokes biting him in the rear as he fell backwards, finally dead. "Good one Vesper." I say, before we move on.

Lunar Powers
I nock an arrow, skillfully launching it through the air. It whistles and finds it mark into Kasha Sewall, who falls dead in the sand. I whirl my bow around, face to face with a nasty tribute known as Mac Bulb. I dodge his sober strikes, before he smashes me in the head with a whiskey bottle.

"A drink, to my first kill." He says, before Solar cleaves him in half. Woah, didn't expect that. "You alright?" he asks. "I'm fine." I say, as we head to the hills for a vantage point.

I take potshots at a few retreating tributes, managing to land a leg shot on the creepy Moordoor kid, who begins to crawl away with his fat ally, flamingo lover, and dancing fool. I whirl around, to get whacked with a cane, the next sight scaring me.

Solar's been bound with rope, a muscular thing holding him down, forcing chocolate down his throat. "EAT MORE WONKA BARS YOU WHELP!" The thing with an orange head and hairy body says, forcing more chocolate down his throat.

"Oh, so you're married? Tell me more about how you aren't in it for the gifts." The cane wielding man in a top hat says, drawing a sword from it. "You crazy nut!" I shout, but he just shushes me. "Oh, so I'm a nut? Tell me more about how sane you are."

He raises his sword cane, when he shakes violently, falling dead. "Drug overdose... a method of killing, no less." The drug dealer from 9 says. Anti-careers. I see the leader take out the muscular hair-man gracefully, and help up Solar.

"We could use you two. You once were anti careers, remember?" She says. I nodded, remembering what happened... glad Solar didn't know the truth. After he died, I fell in love with Rodeo, promising he'd be the father of Solar and my baby.

Too bad Uzi killed us both. "Kharjo Dicktheeus. You weird complexioned son of a bitch! Your kind should've been kept outside the border of panem! You all deserve NOTHING BUT ISOLATION! ONLY THE PURE WHITE MAN DESERVES ANY RECOGNITION!"

I turn to see a silver haired man attack Kharjo viciously, but Camiren holds us back. "This is personal. Kharjo requested he fight Garth alone." I could only watch as the two engaged in battle.

Kharjo Derkeethus
I tower a full foot over Garth, who is no short man himself. But he has made the mistake of crossing Kharjo, a mistake that would be his last.

"Cat lookin' bastard! You'd make a FINE RUG!" He shouts a racial slur, slashing forward at me, his strikes wild and out of control. I calmly put several knives in him, and watch as he falls. Too easy, he was no challenge to me at all. Kharjo was too skilled for him.

I begin to walk to my allies, before I'm brought to the ground. Stunned, my vision is thrashed back in forth with each hook punch he lays on me, his anger spit and words falling on me. I push him off me, wiping blood from my face as we begin a fight.

I slash with my claws, raking across his face. He slams his fist into my gut several times, sideways kicking me in the ribs and attempting to uppercut me. I backstep away from his fist, using my extended reach to jab into his throat and sever an artery.

He punt kicks my knee, bringing me down as he throws another strong jab, forcing me to my back. "Lotta good them feline reflexes did you, you inferior species basta-" He's cut off by a strong thump, as I watch an arrow potrude from his temple.

"Kharjo bids you farewell, racist stormcloak." I say, finishing the job with a strong slash to the eyes. Garth was no more, and the arena was a better place without him.

Avan Falco
Many tributes had fallen in the first day. Not surprising considering the total amount of tributes, but still shocking nonetheless. I had the misfortune of running into the dancing weirdo, who made a total fool of me. I shouldn't have let my anger take over me, as I rub the bruises and knots on my body from his baton.

"Next time Avan, fight with control, not emotion." I say, happy to have supplies and a nice weapon. Night had fallen and I was just preparing for the anthem, knowing it was going to be a longggggggggggggggg one, one I'd have to sit through.

It started, and the faces of so many meaningless tributes went through the air. Faces of the unknown, the onces no one bothered to bet on, root for, ever deal with. I felt bad for those tributes, and hoped to the ones still living, that someone would go for them.

Only two tributes rose my eyebrow. Trevor Gold of District 1 and Kasha Sewall of District 13. They were normal tributes people were rooting for, how come they'd been misfortunate enough to be killed? My thoughts could only wonder, as I set up shop.

My size helped me construct a hut with ease, but it took a long long while, and I knew I was exposed to tributes while I did it. How many times had I drawn my weapon due to a rustle in the bushes, but only found out it was only a squirrel or fox?

Glad to be finished with it, I went inside, the cozy shelter feeling warm to me. I barred the entrance to prevent any tributes from interrupting me as I slept. Contempt with what I had, I slept in a sleeping bag, anxious to win the games for District 10.

Karen Everest
"Wakeup... WAKEUP!" Herb whispers aggressively in my ear. The sun hadn't even risen, the sky appearing a dim blue, like at 5 am or something. "What herb? Can't you see it's like... not time to even wake up?" I groan, but he shakes me on my feet.

"If we don't move that thing in the water will kill us!" I look up at my brother groggily, giving him a confused look. "What thing? There's nothing over there!" I say, pointing to the still waves. Herb shakes his head, grabbing our supplies and beginning to head off.

"We have to head for the hills. The creature's weak out of water." Awake enough to realize I was the older sibling, and thus the one in charge, I grab Herb before he takes another step. "The hills have nothing we have here! We have water, fish for food, and warm temperature!"

He looks at me, his eyes with fear. "You don't understand, he stands in the waters, watching us. His red eyes glow through the night, his smile is full of malice... please, we must leave!" Herb was scared of some creepy tribute? I wasn't going to let some asswipe torment my brother!

"I'll handle the creepy bastard. No tribute's going to mess with you!" I say, drawing my knife as I march down to the water's edge. "No Karen, he'll kill you! Get away from the water!" My brother says, pulling me back. I push him off me, wading into the water, as it gets deeper and deeper.

"Herb, there's nobody in here." I say, the clear blue water revealing nothing. I go underwater to see if I can see anything, but the salt water burns my eyes as I surface quickly. "Listen, you're just imagining things. Just go back to sleep."

He stares at me one last time. "You'll see Karen... i'm not lying... He'll be out soon, and when he catches someone in the water... it won't be pretty..."

Camiren Paisley-Idlywld
"Everything going good, food warm and delicious?" I ask nicely to the tributes who had woken with me to eat breakfast. The boy from 3 remains quiet, while the boys from 5 and 6 do stupid things like imitate me. Immature 12 year olds, the both of them.

But they were my allies, and under my leadership, I had to keep a good watch for them. Someday my child would act like some of my allies did now. "Kharjo, how are you feeling?" I ask, walking over to check out our most wounded ally.

"Nothing Kharjo can't handle Cam. Just wounds from a dead man who's racism went to far... nothing serious." I nod, my hatred for Garth still spewing in my mind as I remembered his acts of violence towards Kharjo whenever he could get the chance.

"Hello Jayda. Good to see you." I say, my half-sister looking up from one of her books. "Oh hi Camiren. How's it going?" she asks. "Good enough. Care for breakfast?" I ask. "Salem is a good cook."

I sat down and began discussing with Jayda. She was the de facto co-leader, and Penny was just the one who pretended to be co. "Quiet an alliance we have... I have no clue why some of us won't reveal our names." Jayda says to me as I eat some oatmeal (porridge for u foreigners)

"I have no clue. But besides the fact, the alliance is strong. The Powers couple bolsters us greatly, with their past games' expirience and their credible combat skills." I say, complimenting the couple. "Oh don't forget Camiren, you've shown your prowess too."

"Eh, I guess so, but that's not the point. My goal is to keep a strong bond between us all. Each one of us is worth the same, even if our combat skills differ." Jayda smiles at me. "That is why I joined you, sis. Your perception of others is something that many don't have."

I take one good look at the other antis. They look happy for the most part, interacting and socializing. I couldn't bear the day I'd have to order them to attack the careers... but it was inevitable. The anti careers weren't called that for nothing, after all.

Aurum Chirp
I motion for my large group of careers as we surround the anti careers camp, hidden in the heart of the palm forest near the coast. My problem with my previous games was I was too passive, and allowed no deaths on Day 2. That was going to change.

"Hope that scum Bronze Lucrian is with them..." I mutter, Nathaniel's rival returning to get revenge on me, one of his descendants. My blood normally didn't boil, but when I thought of Bronze or any lucrian, it did. I gripped my axe a little tighter, my co-leader and former friend Felix crouching beside me.

After realizing Justine died in the final two, he became much more grim and dangerous. He vowed to win in her place, and because I knew how dangerous he was, and now how dangerous he had become, I could trust him as a co-leader.

"Well Aurum, what's the plan?" He asks me, as the antis all laugh at a joke someone told. "You take half of us to attack from the south, and I'll take half to charge in from the north. Lure them to us, and we can make short work of them."

Felix nodded and took off, gathering many of the careers to his aid. "Who do I kill?" Akumai says eagerly, but I just silence him. "In time Akumai... go after anyone you meet... that isn't a career." I watch for Felix's signal, as I hear him yell, leading half the careers toward the career camp.

They panic, the braver ones managing to pick up there weapons and trying to fight the charging careers. We have them outnumbered, and it's barely 10 seconds into battle before the first cannons booms. '''BOOM! '''

The other careers charge in, as I smirk, watching the careers decimate the ranks of the antis. The boy from 5 is struck down by Ryan, the girl from 10 being taken out by Daenerys. "Good job sis." I say quietly as two more cannons follow. '''BOOM! BOOM! '''

The boy from 6 charges at me, but his hobbit-like stature is sad compared to me. He makes a few poor swings with his dagger, as I easily dodge them, before in one swoop I bury my axe into the top of his head, ripping it out immediately. '''BOOM! '''

After the four deaths of those antis, the others begin to retreat. "Chase them down! Make sure no one survives our wrath!" I shout to the antis, leading them forward as we begin pursuit. This is how I liked to play the games... on my own terms.

Espeon Martell
I gasp for air, Umbreon pulling me from the deep water. "Are you alright?" He asks, worried. I see a baton smash downward on his head, as I scream in horror. "Bro and sis huh? You dumbass foo's never saw da beast comin' for u didja now?"

I wake up... just a nightmare. Dancing Weirdo had almost killed me in training, after he got in an argument with me over something as stupid as my name. When he said Espeon was a stupid and weird ass name, I retorted saying "Who name's their kid dancing?"

Let's just say he didn't take it well. "Espeon, the cannons have been booming... Careers must have found the antis. Come on, the antis had to have left stuff behind in they're haste!" Not wanting to ruin my brother's excitement, I follow him.

We run across the beach, into the palm forest where he had spotted them entering after the bloodbath. Sure enough, a large camp was still there, fire smoking and everything. Four bodies were scattered around, and in the distance we could hear career yells.

I'm swooped off my feet by large hands and thrown across the ground. "Espeon!!" I hear Umbreon shout as I roll sideways to avoid a huge club smash into the ground. "Petty little girl! give up!" A giant female voice roars, as I look up to see who it is.

The giantess from 9, who stand at least eight and a half feet tall, grins over me. "Get back you circus freak!" Umbreon shouts, thrusting forward with his kukri knife. It manages to pierce the large girl from 9's thigh, as she howls like a beast and swings her club.

It smashes into Umbreon's side, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing into a large palm tree. I spring up, jumping on the girl's back, stabbing into her neck, trying to kill her.

My attempts work to a major point, but she grabs me and flings me on the ground, stamping her foot on my chest, growling at me in an animalistic manner. "So much for your bravery, you little girl. Too bad they'll have to send you home in a body bag!"

A slash and a plop, and I'm staring up at a severed neck... I look down, the girl from 9's head in my lap, same expression on her face as the one she just had. I shriek and throw it off me, looking to see Umbreon had decapitated the beast.

'''BOOM! '''"The palm forest is too dangerous Umbreon!" I say, beginning to move. "You could've at least said thank you for saving your life!" He calls back. I ignore his words, replying "Please, can we just leave? The careers will be back any second now!" Umbreon stares back at me, and silently nods. "Fine." He says, before we leave the forest, my close brush with death pasted on my mind.

Antoine Boudoir
I chuckle to myself darkly as I hear a cannon. "One less obstacle to climb over." I say, continuing my trek up the hills. I didn't need allies or people to get attached too, I wasn't going to be weakened by those. I was on my own, the way I preferred it.

The air began to get chilly as the rolly hills begin to peak upward. Snow begins falling as I stare high up into the peaks. "This oughtta do." I say, deciding to set up at the mountain's base, not wanting to climb to the top and possibly die.

I had a good vantage point and could keep a good eye on the arena. From my perch I spotted the greek city and the vast ocean, and the small palm forest on the northern coast. I searched through my bag, remembering I had binoculars, and if I could spot any tributes.

I looked through them, and it wasn't hard to find someone. The dude with the awful aging disorder was the closest tribute to me, and I saw him scrounging a frozen bush for snowberries. I had no clue how he had lasted this long, but if he got closer, he wouldn't last much longer.

The Orbit siblings from 0 were camped out where the hills first began, just on the outskirts of the city. No one but me had noticed them in their hole dug shelter in the side of a hill, and they seemed to be using that to their every advantage.

I looked a little more, spotting the anti careers, looking worn out, as they sat on the island of crete, having to swim to avoid the career pack. Speaking of the careers, most had returned to the cornucopia, and were currently celebrating their victory.

I couldn't find the other loners and pair alliances, as I decided to put up the binoculars and simply wait for the competition to come to me. I had the supplies to do it, and I didn't need to risk my own skin when someone could risk theirs coming after me.

Eevee Darkbloom
Being afraid of open water, I wasn't going to the coast. I instead stayed in the ancient greek city, surprised out how no tributes bothered to hide in it's many buildings. Most of the tributes ran for the hills or coast, but me? Just hiding in a blacksmiths shop.

My serene day is cut short when I hear the voices of passing tributes. Ducking down and peeking through a hole in the wall, I spot a fat tribute, flamingo holding tribute, a man who's dancing, and a creepy 12 year old kid who has a limp.

"Damnit Flamingo, you promised that there would be a triple deluxe cheeseburger dipped in gravy here in this grill store!" The fat one whines. "Shut it you fat foo'! Dis joint ain't a grill dumbass, it's a skate shop! Any brainy person woul' see dat!"

"You two are BOTH wrong. It's a blacksmith." The girl says, interrupting the fat tribute and dancing one. She leans in and kisses her flamingo, which squaks angrily at her, but is unable to escape her grasp. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyy don't we goooooooooooo and take a loooooooooooook?" The creepy kid suggested.

I ducked down, fear grabbing at me. I only had a broadsword, a weapon very unfamiliar with me. These 4 were armed to the teeth and I knew they were all very aggressive people. "Please go away..." I pray to myself, as I check the peep hole.

They're gone. I sigh with relief, before I feel them kick on the door. "Why isn't dis damn place unlocked? I ain't no thievin' lockpick!" The dancer says. "How about you breakdance over there? Let me show you the perks of being FAT!"

The door falls down when the fat tribute topples ontop of it. Cornered, I make a dash for it, hopping over the fat tribute on the ground. A clang sounds on the stone streets, a throwing knife from the moordoor kid that barely missed it's mark.

"Stop dat bitch!" The dancing fool says, as he begins to chase after me. The flamingo girl whistles, and her flamingo transforms into a large steed. "You got to be kidding me!" I say as the girl mounts it, and takes to the skies, chasing after me.

I dove into a barracks, slamming the door on the flamingo steeds head, making it get out. I hid in the closet, watching the four come in through a peep hole. "Where did she go?" The fat kid asked. They looked around as I held my breath, hoping they'd leave...

They finally did. I opened the door when they left, sighing with relief. "That was close." I said, sitting down on one of the chairs and resting my head on the table.

Salem Finnigan
I crawl upon the island of crete, soaking wet and exhausted. The careers chased us to the shore, and Camiren ordered us all to swim here. I didn't like her, I didn't like anyone in this alliance, and I was starting to question why I ever joined.

"Don't worry... we'll get them for what they've done. These games aren't over yet." Camiren tells the remaining anti careers, and I just sigh. I didn't like this island, it was way creepier than I liked, and to make it worse, it was nighttime as well.

From what I could make out, the city here was in crumble and ruin. Like something had destroyed it, like floods or tsunamis, or something much worse.

Camiren led us inside the most stable building in the whole island. We'd lost four of our own today, but personally, none of us knew them well. They're names were unknown, and we weren't down about their deaths. Honestly, the only thing that bothered me was the long swim.

"Get some rest guys. We'll need it." Penny said, but I wasn't taking orders from her. "Ehh, get some rest guys, meh meh MEH" I say mockingly as she turns around, caring less about her or anyone.

"Cats don't swim..." Kharjo says complaining, as Jayda babies him. Pathetic. I could've killed Garth with one blow, and now Kharjo acts all hurt just cause he got punched a few times. Not wishing to deal with my allies anymore, I finally rolled over and attempted to get sleep.

Diamandia Reaperson
I was awake before the others, curious to explore the island we had washed on the previous night. "Damn careers..." I mutter, remembering it was there fault we were here and lost most of our supplies, not to mention 4 of our own kind as well.

I tiptoe to avoid waking my allies, as I grab my weapon and decide to investigate the island. After going through the semi-jungle, I see a stone temple lying in the heart of it. Stairs decend down, and taking one look down, I knew this was someplace I wasn't going to go.

I continue through the semi-jungle, until the sun shines through the leaves, a ray of it glinting off something perched on a rock. "Whats this..." I say, getting closer and clasping the object. The gold is hot in my hand and I nearly drop it, as I see what it is.

"A... compass?" I ask, when I hear a sword draw behind me. "Drop my compass, pirate." A sophisticated man says. I turn around, seeing a man dressed like a colonial navyman pointing his cutlass at me. "I'd listen if I were you." A man with white makeup says, appearing beside the navyman.

I wasn't going to back down from these guys. I was normally nice, but this compass was mine now, they shouldn't have left it. "Drop it, NOW." The navyman says, getting increasingly angry. "You want your compass? Come and get it."

The white makeup man grins, raising his english flag, revealing the bottom to be a spear. "As you wish." I'm distracted by him, as I feel cold steel enter through my flesh. I cough hot blood, seeing the navyman has ran me through.

I fall backwards, only able to watch as the navyman rips the compass from my clutch. Him and his valet leave me to die, as I fall into darkness after an agonizing gut wound.

Mario Iris
'''BOOM! '''A cannon wakes me and half the careers from our sleep. I fumble for my bow and arrow, suspecting treachoury among us as I nock an arrow and point it at the closest career to me, Nutmeg Spica, the pretty cute girl from 1.

"Woah woah woah Mario! Calm down!" She says, fear in her voice as I kept my arrow trained on her. "Mario, put the bow down damnit!" I hear another career shout behind me. "Who died? Who betrayed us?!" I say, but the career behind me says "No one."

Luigi then shows up, and instantly I calm down a bit. "Mario, it's fine, I'm okay. None of us have been killed, we're still a strong alliance." he says. I lower my bow, muttering an apology to Nutmeg for almost shooting her, as I turn to my brother.

"Listen Mario, don't be so worried about me, I'm just as old as you, and I'm strong enough to fight most of the tributes here off." Luigi says to me, as I sigh in worry. "You don't understand Luigi, I can't let you die, I swore when we were both reaped that I'd let you win or die trying."

He puts his hand on my shoulder, giving me a warm smile. "It's okay. Besides, I can't bear the thought of one of us winning alone. Let's not discuss that shall we?" He says to me, making me feel better. "Yea, let's not discuss that..." I reply, sitting down as the rest of the careers woke up.

"Good morning guys." Aurum, our leader says. "Any requests before we start the day?" I sit in silence, not having anything particular on my mind. "Who do you think died?" Tomer asks, as Aurum took a while to think on the question.

"I'm betting a loner. Anything else?" Valentina is the one to speak up. "What is for breakfast?" Aurum looks at her, giving a warm smile. "We have the cornucopia. Whatever you can find. I'm not holding you back." As soon as he said that, the careers began a mad dash, searching everywhere for some food. What an alliance we were.

Eleanor Rayle
I wake up, groaning from pain of my wounds. Stupid Jaimes, him and his stupid obsession with compasses almost got me killed. However, a sponsor was generous enough to take pity on me, and sent me the medication I needed. The capitol wasn't full of asses as I had once thought.

I hoped the medicine would cure my disease I was born with, but unfortunately, it didn't. I wanted to ally with my sister, Macy, but I didn't in the end, because I didn't trust her allies as much as I did her.

"Hello there." Someone says, as I reach for my bow just to get my hand stomped on by a foot. I attempt to recoil, but it's trapped under the tribute's boot. I look up, to see... Joey Wheatgobb? Wait, he was weak! He died first in his original games and didn't fare better his 2nd revival either.

"You probably know my story. 'Joey Wheatgobb, he's so weak! He never survived the first day both of his revivals' well no more! I have lived THREE days now, and I'm not WEAK! You don't understand, they NEVER GIVE US an OPPROTUNITY to flesh ourselves out!" He said monloguing, as my free hand came closer to a large stone.

"I don't understand why... I wanted to win, ya know? I wanna prove... that i'm not the wealking everyone thinks I am... by killing you." He then raises his dual sickles, as my hand clasps around the stone, as I smash it into his knee.

He raises up his leg, howling in pain, my hand free now. I reach for my bow, but he kicks it away, slashing at me with his double sickles. Three slashes land on me, drawing blood, but i had to see through the pain to survive. He made a downard slash with both, and I blocked it with a large clay brick from the greek city.

"Just give up! You're weak, you won't live long!" This joey was much stronger, deadlier... I was wondering how well he would've done if he didn't die so early in his other games. He slashes around, as I slide backwards and scramble to my feet.

I chuck the brick at him, which he ducks, but gives me enough time to clasp my bow. I quickly nock an arrow, shooting and closing my eyes, waiting for his sickles to go through my throat...

They don't. I open my eyes, looking at Joey, who is staring down at the arrow, sticking through his chest. "No... not like... this!" He begins running at me, arrow still in his chest, as I quickly nock another arrow, putting this one through his head, actually killing him this time.

'''BOOM! '''I fall back and lean against one of the building's walls, exhausted from the fight. I investigate Joey's corpse, noticing him carrying a large sack. I take the sack and both his sickles, before running off, before any tribute came investigating.

Linen Moonstone
Captured... how could it have happened? "You blonde pussy!" The dancer says, bashing my stomach again with his baton. "Shusssssssssssssssh dancing. Let meeeeeeeeeeeee do the torturinggggggggggggggggg." The creepy kid says, opening a drawer.

He puts on a ridiculious pair of doctor spectacles, before pulling out a small knife. "Okay buddy, I hoooooooooooooope you enjoy thissssssssssssssssssss." He then walks over to me, making a long, tiny cut along my side.

The tiny cuts hurt the worst. I can only hold in my cries of pain, just wanting to escape and kill all of these guys. He pulls out a scalpel, raking it across my hairline. I was going to die a long painful death... there was only one option to escape this fate.

Animalistic overtakes me, as I howl like a beast. Moonlight was here now, and these fools made the mistake of releasing the beast. Moordoor readies a hatchet to bash my femur bones and make me bleed a lot in pain, but I wasn't going to let him.

My strength rips the rope bonds apart, as I grab Moordoor by the hair and fling him into his cabinet, both of them clanging to the ground. "You stupid foo'! You crossed da wrong side of da road now!" The dancer says, twirling as he swings his baton at me.

I catch his arm, giving him a wicked smile. "You dumbass foo'!" He shouts, as I swing my fist and smoke him in the head, knocking him to the ground. Moordoor is back up now, as he charges at me with his hatchet, attempting to take me down.

I grab Dancing's baton from his unconscious hands, hurling it into Moordoor's head. The weapon is blunt, but the force of the throw is enough to impale Moordoor through the head with it. He looks up, shocked a baton pierced his skull, as he falls back, dead.

'''BOOM! '''I run past him, taking the hatchet from his dead grasp, busting the door down. Outside, the Flamingo Girl is mounted on her steed, while the Fat man is overindulging with a sack of apples. "Strike him down boy!" The Flamingo Rider says to her steed, as the monstrous bird lunges at me.

I step to the right, slashing down on it's lunging neck, beheading the beastly bird. The flailing corpse flings the Flamingo girl off her ride, and before she can get up, I have thrown the hatchet into her skull. '''BOOM! '''I take off running, getting deep into the heart of the city.

I fight back control from Moonlight, getting calmer and more in control of my actions. I'd have felt sorry for my two victims... had they not been torturing me a few minutes ago.

Britney Munroe
My plan had been working. I had followed Lindell since she'd ran from the bloodbath, stealing the plants she picked, knowing they were all edible, because I'd seen her prowess in plant knowledge during training. So far, I was doing good, stealing what I needed for her.

"Blueberries... I love these." Lindell said as I watched her pick berries from a thorn bush. I sneaked into her camp, taking a few plants she'd left lying on a stump. Just enough to feed me for today and tomorrow, but not too much for her to notice.

I'd thought of asking her to an alliance so I wouldn't have to steal... but I wasn't one to trust people easy. Besides, I know she would just kill me in my sleep, a fate I wish not to suffer.

I watched her hum a bit more, wrapping her blueberries up in a silk wrap, sitting down as she began tossing logs in a pile. "What is she doing? If she starts a fire the careers will find her!" I think as she pulls out a pair of matches. I couldn't stand near her anymore. The careers would get me too!

As she lit the fire, I took off running, out of the palm woods. I sifted through the bag I stole from her before I left. The only thing was some dive mask and rope. Really? Deciding to see if the ocean offered anything, I put the mask on and dove underwater, trying to find something.

The deep seas bottom was filled with many ships. I surfaced, before filling my lungs full of air and diving down, swimming down to the sunken ships.

I kept swimming, the deeper I got the more I began to crave air. I reached the ships, going into one of them to see if I could find anything. The water was dark in the ship, as I clicked my waterproof flashlight, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a skeleton leaned up on a chest.

Scared by the sudden shock, some air bubbles escaped my mouth from the initial scream. Knowing oxygen was precious down here, I didn't make the mistake again. I opened the chest, finding fresh items, including my weapon of choice, a nice long bow.

I swam back to the surface, gasping for air. I crawled on the beach, tossing the quiver of arrows of my back and holding the bow in my hands. My want for treasure great now, I was eager to dive again for more, as I once more went underwater.

James Dant
"Diamandia's been missing all day! I'm betting the first cannon we heard was her!" I hear Luxio say, arguing with Camiren about the alliance's misfortune. "Face it Cam! The anti-careers have been cursed since their blunt arrogance in the 701st!"

Solar aggressively grabs Luxio, lifting him up by his shirt collar. "Don't you blame us for your misfortune..." he shouts aggressively, as I move forward to pull Solar off of Luxio. "Listen bud, if we keep arguing, we won't be an alliance anymore!" I say.

"Listen Luxio, you shouldn't blame the antis of the 701st for our bad luck." Camiren says, but Luxio's pissed. "Then how come the last year the ANTIS BROKE UP BEFORE THE SECOND DAY?!" I move forward. "Calm down damnit! We're not splitting!"

The others look at me. "Listen, James is right. The last thing we need is to be at each other's throats. Luxio, just remember, we are all in this for someone. Think of them." I nod, agreeing completely with Camiren.

"Alright... okay...." Luxio says, trying to regain his calm demeanor. "Here, have some of this, it'll calm you down." Caliban says, offering Luxio some drug. "No thanks, I'm good. I don't need that shit to dull my mind." Caliban just shrugs and walks off.

After the Luxio incident, I tried to talk to Solar about his past games. "Well, I survived quiet a while. We took out the careers pretty well. But my luck ran out when the boy from 1 severed my arm. My ally Rodeo tried to drag me back and save me... but I was too weak. I didn't survive the night."

"Ouch..." I say. "Must not be too pleasant talking about your demise..." Solar just shrugs. "It's a mistake I won't make again. We all learn from them you know." Seeing as I was gaining a friendship with Solar, my morale went up. Things were going to get better eventually.

Juno Orbit
The hole we dug was holding up quiet well, and no tribute had the guts to charge in and attack us. It was a great shelter and good burrow, and only one tribute could come in at a time. We had a good choke point against big alliances, especially the careers.

Holding a spear in my hand, I knew the weapons reach would just compliment the choke point of our shelter. As long as we had food and water, we wouldn't have trouble. "Good job Juno, you've done it again." I tell myself as I keep strong watch over the entrance.

"A nice sunset huh Juno?" Jupiter asks me in his cheery tone, as we watch from our entrance as the sun sets on another day. "Yea, it would seem so." I reply, and nightfall soon covers the arena in darkness, the stars and moon twinkling in the clear night sky.

Soon the peace of the night was temporarily interupted as the anthem played out. Joey Wheatgobb, some 3rd revived kid, appeared first. Guess third revive wasn't a charm for him. The other female from 10 appeared next, followed by the girl who was obsessed with Flamingos and ending with the creepy kid Moordoor.

"Get some rest." I tell my brother, who says happily "Okay sis!" Before he rolls up in a sleeping bag. I wasn't going to sleep just yet... I had a shelter to watch over. I was ready for anything they could throw at us... whether it be tribute or not.

Textil Archeus
The sun wakes me up, as I scramble to my feet, weapon drawn. No one is near me, I'm all good and alone. This part of the beach wasn't touched by tributes, and I knew the arena forcefield wasn't too far away. The very edge of the coastline was mine.

I could stay here and be safe for most of the games, but I remembered someone who I had fallen for in training... someone I secretly vowed to protect. "Eevee..." I say, panic grabbing me. What if she had died before I woke up?! I could only imagine as I ran into the city, searching for her.

I raced through the streets, seeing a tribute duck under a window in the corner of my eye. They wanted to hide from me, so I simply ignored them and moved on. "She might be in danger!" I say, quickening my pace, until I hear signs of a struggle.

"Get your hands off me you dirty old man!" Eevee screamed loud, as I saw her in a back alley. "Quit screamin' for crying out loud! I'm seventeen, I just look older!" The old tribute Mac Greybeard said, trying to subdue Eevee and have her as his own.

"She's not your TOY!" I shout, as the old man turns around. "Who do you think you are? Painting yourself like a retard?" That was it. He crossed the line once with his attempt on Eevee, but now he insults mentally handicapped? This asshole is so dead!

I chuck a throwing knife, but the old man moves like he is young. He dodges it, charging at me with his mace drawn. I throw another one, this one he deflects. Out of knives, I draw my backup weapon, a steel rod, basically a thing metal club.

We both smash our weapons against each other. The strong blunt weapon would win, and Mac had more force behind his blow. The steel rod clangs to the ground, but I'm not done yet. I roll under his next blow and kick his legs out from under him, before jumping on top of him.

I pin him with my knees, wrapping my hands around his throat, squeezing in anger. He attempts to pry my hands off his throat, but he is too weak. It's not long before he stops struggling, and a cannon sounds to signify his demise. BOOM!

"Textil..." Eevee says. I run to her and pull her in a hug. "I thought you were dead!" I say. "I thought you were dead as well!" She replies, but we cherish the moment. We were together at last, even if it took me to strangle a perverted old man.

Rita Rios
I'd made the mistake of trying to take from the cornucopia while the careers slept. I didn't watch my step and put too much weight on Osanna Hex's hand. Her cry of pain woke the careers, and when Aurum spotted me, he only said one sentence.

"Kill the traitor." He still thought of me as treachorous, because I joined the seperatists last year. Now it was his goal to hunt me, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I couldn't run the whole games, Aurum would hunt me until I was dead, or until the whole career alliance was.

The former seemed to have the most odds of happening. It was 9 AM, and I was hiding carefully in the city. I could hear them talking though, they were close. "I know she's around here. Stay together, she's too dangerous to fight alone." I could hear Aurum say.

Curse him to hell. It was over. I was cornered in this ancient bakery, and they would find me eventually. But I wasn't going to give up. I wasn't going to sit down, cry, and weep. No, I was Rita Rios, a strong career girl from the great district 4.

I knew Gladia was with them... I had a vendetta against him. He was always the best. But would he be the best at sitting in his grave?

"This door's open..." I hear a male voice say. Time to strike. I spring out of the entrance, plunging my trident into the closest tribute. Ryan Marine falls, as I rip the trident out of his corpse. '''BOOM! ''' Aroma Velonte and Adelle Searling come running at me next, proving more of a challenge.

They coordinate their attacks, but I know their plan. I disarm Aroma's long scythe, and manage to send her running. Without her ally, Adelle doesn't fare well, and I outmatch her with my previous expirience of being in a games, and I easily run her down with a trident as well. BOOM!

My plan was working, I was holding these guys off well! Hope sparks in me as I take down Aroma with a thrown trident in the back. '''BOOM! '''I draw my backup sword, when my old nemisis approaches. "Stand back. I know who you are."

Gladia stands in front of me, a broadsword in hand. "Rita, rita, Rita! How I've missed you!" He says with sarcasm, striking at me with wide slashes. I step back with each one, dodging each one in the nick of time. I lunge for his knees with my sword, but he's smart, as he hops over it, and lands right on the blade, disarming me.

"You always lived in my shadow, but now you'll live somewhere much better." Gladia says. Anger fuels me as I charge at him unarmed. The decision ends my life. Gladia thrusts his sword into my chest, before shoving me on my back to the ground.

"That place being, a 6 foot deep grave." With that, he pulls his blade from my chest, leaving me to die. "Alright Gladia, that's enough. Let's go." Aurum says. The careers move off, and I cling on to my life as long as I can. Darkness takes me minutes later, as I finally died. BOOM!

Vesper Brooks
"Here bud. Special medicine, it'll help lessen your allergies." Cauter says to me, as he hands me some liquid in a bottle. "What is it?" I ask. "A few herbs ground up, liquified, and placed in a bottle. They thrive in this subtropical enviroment. Great for many common ailments."

I drink from the bottle. The taste is nasty, like that of kale, but I eventually scarf it down, suppressing my gag reflex so I don't vommit. "Any effects?" Cauter asks. "Yea..." I say. My allergies were already lessening, and I could feel the medicine going to work.

"Guys, that was another cannon! Are you sure we're going to be safe?" Macy asks, a little on edge from our encounter in the bloodbath. "Yes we will be. The shadows of evil no doubt caused that cannon, and by that, I mean the career alliance."

Careers... I dreaded the day when we would inevitably face against them. They held high dominance over the games, their alliance was the most numerous of them all. Yet if those cannons were right, I was hoping that they were thinning out.

"Cauter look!" Macy says. "Antis." Cauter replies, his voice getting more nervous. "I thought this island would be safe." I go up on the ridge with them, and sure enough, the anti careers are there, camped out. "What should we do?" Macy asks.

"Keep hidden. The last thing we need is more allies." Cauter says. I follow his orders, but Macy seems a little more reluctant to follow. I was with Cauter, I wasn't one for meeting new people anyways.

Felicity Caspian
I had left the city after I heard noises of tributes yesterday. I needed to get away from them, avoiding them at all costs was my plan. If I didn't meet them, then I wouldn't have to fight them, and potentially lose my life in the process.

I hear noises up ahead, as I quickly duck under cover of a porch. "Yo dumbass! How's dis feel?" I hear a sickening crack and a boy scream. I see The Dancing Weirdo dancing in circles around Quentin, who's curled up and badly bleeding...

"How bout we play a game? How many strikes with dis baton does it take to kill a foo' like you?" His fat ally claps his hands in delight. "I know! 10!" Dancing grinned at his allies. "Only one way to fin' out!" I couldn't take the sadism, as I heard a crunch with the next strike.

"Dat's one!" Another strike. Quentin kepts screaming in agony as his bones were broken, one by one, by the blunt baton. After about the 7th strike, Quentin quit screaming, and on the 11th, a cannon boomed. '''BOOM! '''"What a petty foo'!"

Dancing and Fat Robin Hood left the scene, as I crouched by Quentin's body. "Poor sod." I mutter, seeing the welts and bruises and bones sticking out from his skin from the baton impact. Dancing was a cruel bastard, and he would pay for his crimes.

I took the only thing Quentin possesed, a serrated knife, my personal favorite. I never knew the boy, but I had respect for him. He survived Dancing Weirdo for some time, and for that, he earned praise. "Rest in peace." I say, closing his eyes.

I saw the way Dancing went, and a thought played out in my mind. "Vengeance is the only way to stop you." I mutter, and know what I'm going to do. I begin taking off in the direction Dancing went, planning to put that menace in the ground once and for all.

Mack Waterborne
After losing 3 of our own, some of us careers were pissed that a mere revived tribute could take so many of us down single handedly. I had asked to be left alone as I ventured from the cornucopia, into the outskirts of the city. I wasn't going to go on anymore without killing someone.

I kept searching, trying to find anyone to kill. I couldn't let the careers fail like they did in the 701st! Deep in thought, I kept walking, trying to wrap my head around the odds of my success. "Hm.... theres about 60 or so tributes left... your skilled... 60 to 2?"

I was too deep in thought as I tripped over something, and felt my sword come back and go straight through my stomach. Blood poured from the wound as I began to cough. Clumsiness had gotten me again, and this time, no one was here to help me.

I crawled to a building and leaned up against it, looking down at the rapier imbedded in my gut. The pain was so much, gut wounds were the worst wounds. Slow and painful deaths, and from what i had seen before, they weren't pretty.

I saw a tribute moving towards me. One of the girls from 3, brandishing her dagger. She was planning to finish me off, in my weakened state, where I was easy pickings. I couldn't let her do that, I had to toughen up, I had to KILL her!

I stood up, ripping the blade from my stomach. The pain was scorching as blood began to flow like a stream, as the blade slowly came out. I finally got it out, and looked at the girl. She was so stunned she dropped her knife, and attempted to flee.

She wasn't quick enough, as I dashed forward and slashed a fatal artery on the back of her neck before she got far away. '''BOOM! '''I began to make my way back to the cornucopia, fighting off feelings of unconciousness. This was the last time I went anywhere alone!

My vision began to darken, the wound was too grave. But I saw the cornucopia up ahead, and my shocked allies seeing me in my state. I could make it! I hobbled forward a few more steps, before blood loss overtook me, and I collaped in front of the great horn.

Lyle Zap
Sponsors loved me. They'd sent me supplies, on one request. "Wear the pink bikini Lyle, and go for a dip in the ocean. We wanna see it happen." Being the sexy girl I was, I accepted their request. The sunset was beautiful over the ocean, as I donned the bikini and did as they said.

I went underwater, enjoying the fresh water cooling me. I surfaced, smiling as I brushed my hair back and went to shore again. I then jumped back in, this time wearing my dive mask, and looked upon the underwater world of the Aegean sea.

So many fish swam by as the sea floor loomed many feet below. A wonderful sight, especially as the last golden rays of the day filtered through the water. I let out a few bubbles, and surfaced again to breathe, as I laid down on the beach.

I caught movement in the corner of my eye. I scrambled up, before I was drug into the water. I began to scream, air bubbles flying with each cry of terror, as my lungs felt flatter and flatter. Someone was dragging me to the bottom of the sea!

I kicked whoever was holding me, and swam to the surface. I took a huge gasp of air, before being drug under again. I turned around to look at who it was, to find out who was trying to kill me. Thanks to the mask, their appearance was clear as day.

They had shaggy brown hair, and red eyes. An evil grin was on their face. I saw his hand reach up, and pull off my dive mask. My vision blurred, I cried out in pain and shock as salt water burned my eyes. I blindly kicked for the surface, but he was too strong.

My strength was waning, my lungs were burning. I couldn't hold my breath any longer, it all came bursting out at once in large gusts of bubbles. Water began to go up my nose, I began to cough as I inhaled it. My vision blurred and faded to darkness, as I felt myself go limp.

Harry Torres
"Just keep creeping along, you know you're the best around." I thought to myself as I strode across the beach. A cannon nearly made me jump out of my skin, as I quickly looked around me to see if anyone had died near me. BOOM!

No one had, thankfully. The final rays of the sun were dissapearing beyond the horizon, as night fell once again. I had been asleep the whole day so I could travel at night, when there would be less tributes. Why no one else thought of this, I didn't know.

Something I didn't see in the dark wrapped around my leg, as I was swung up, upside down as I hung from a rope in a tree. I see the revived kid from 3, the one who was revived from those drowning games, approach me from his hidey hole.

"No, please! You wouldn't hurt a handsome man." I say, flashing him a cocky grin. "You'd be surprised." The boy muttered quietly. "Well it would be a shame if you did! The race of good looks is dying out, I mean look at you!" I reply savagely.

Signors makes a move, angered by my remark. I grinned, my plan working, as I swung myself and grabbed hold of him, ripping down on the rope with his moving force, breaking the branch holding me upside down. I then drew my dagger, holding it to Signors throat.

"You better be happy I'm in a good mood." I say, when both of us turn to a noise. "What's that?" I ask. "Something to run from." With that, Signors elbows me in the stomach and takes off running. I draw my knife, standing tall, hoping to intimidate the noise maker.

Out comes a boy with markings on his face, another revived tribute. He was animalistic, and I knew better than to fight rabid tributes.

I took off running, getting out of the palm forest and heading for the city. I heard him bearing down on me, when I reached the first building. I turn as he lept up, as I quickly opened the door and watched as he slammed into it, crumpling to the ground.

"Door-fu my friend." I say, saluting him goodbye as I enter the building. "This oughtta be a good place to stay" I think, as I sit down at the bar. It seemed to be an old fashioned inn. And where there was an inn, there was beds. I lock the door, wishing to not get murdered in my sleep, as I retire upstairs to a cozy bed.

Lindell Brocklehurst
I sat by the edge of the waters, trying to keep calm about my situation. So many tributes were dying, it was constant each day. I was beginning to worry that soon I would be one of those cannons, and that I would be one of the many faces in the sky.

"Don't think like that Lindell! You're lucky to be alive, no one has threatened you thus far, so why would they threaten you now?" I told myself, snapping myself out of pessimistic thoughts. I then ate a few of the plants I had gathered, and began to idle for another day.

Then, the water began to gurgle and bubble. On alert, I drew my weapon, expecting a sea monster to rise from the depths and attack. But nothing came out, but the water kept churning and churning. Something wasn't right about that sea.

I begin to run off before a tribute grabs me and throws me to the sand. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" A blonde haired tribute says. "I'm going to gut you before you go anywhere!" I quickly stand up, and look to my weapon. Then we both run for it.

He grabs it but I stamp on his hand, before pushing him away. I pick up the cleaver, but the boy slams his shoulder into me, driving me to the ground. He disarms me of the cleaver and begins to attempt to chop me up with it, when we both turn to the sound of water.

A 40 foot high wave crashes into the shore, as I'm plunged underwater. I'm spinning out of control, losing my perception of direction. I can't even see the blonde boy anymore, as I try to swim against the waves and get to the surface.

The wave spins me around as I frantically try to swim. Then, my head is hit hard against a large rock, as I go uncounscious underwater, knowing there was no way I was going to live anymore.

Solar Powers
Nervous murmers flow through the antis as I push through the crowd. '''BOOM! '''Someone had died, and I finally got to the front to see what was going on. "What is it?" I ask. "A tsunami just slammed into the coast." Jayda replied, trying to calm the nervous antis.

'''BOOM! '''Another tribute had gotten killed by the tidal wave. '''BOOM! '''Then another. Three dead in the first hours of the day. The gamemakers were not please with our progress. "Everyone, get to the center of the island. It's our best chance to survive against the tsunamis." Camiren orders.

"Come on, let's move it! We don't got all day!" Salem says annoyed as he's forced to bring up the rear per Camiren's orders. We move through the semi-jungle of the island, which gets to be a full jungle as soon as we reach the center of it.

"Look, a bunker!" Lunar shouts, pointing to a stone building with an ominous stair case leading down. "Why would we go in there? If a wave hits the island it'll just drain there and drown us all!" Kharjo says, being a little strange by his hatred of water.

"He has a point." Luxio says, before Camiren speaks up. "Listen, we aren't going down in that bunker until absouletely necessary. That's final." However, the ground shakes as we hear a roar come from within the bunker's deep stairs.

"What was that?" Penny says nervously. Then, the creature emerges. Why didn't I think of this? The island was crete, and this was what it was known for. Being the home of the Minotaur. "Form up!" Camiren says, as everyone draws their blades. "Let's show the Capitol we're not afraid of a fight!"

Valentina Parr
After the 3 cannons, the careers were on edge. We had sent Daenerys to scout the coast for any alliances, and she hadn't returned. We could only assume the worst.

"When will this god forsaken rain stop!" Luxray says angrily, as we're all trapped inside the cornucopia to not contract pnuemonia. It had been raining all day, a typical monsoon, and there was talk of flash flooding amongst our smarter members.

'''BOOM! '''We all look in the cornucopia, when Zoey comes out of the back of the cornucopia. "That was Mack wasn't it?" Brett asked her. She looked up, shakily saying "Yes..." Brett lunged at her throat, lifting her off her feet and angrily holding her against the cornucopia.

"WHY ARE YOU IN THIS ALLIANCE IF YOU CAN'T DO WHAT YOU SAID YOU COULD?!" Brett shouted. "Brett, that's enough!" Aurum says, drawing his axe. "You wanna know the truth about her one kill? She finished off one of MY KILLS!"

"Put her down Brett. Now." I thought Brett and Aurum were about to fight each other, when Brett let out a sigh. He dropped Zoey, who scrambled behind Osanna. "There. Now go relax. We don't need to fight each other-" An enormous boom shook us all as I was thrown from the cornucopia by an unseen force.

'''BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! '''Six cannons go off, one after the other. The cornucopia is smoking from the huge blast it took on the roof. A strong bolt of lightning had struck the metal, and the surviving careers were all in a panic.

"Valentina!" I hear one of my allies shout, but I'm too far out of it. "She's not going to make it! The burns are too much." Another one says. "Leave her! I need to regroup the careers! Aurum's has taken off after that blonde boy, the one he despises!" I watch as the blur of my former allies walk off, as I slowly pass into darkness.

Antoine Boudir
The arena was going to hell. From what I had seen, tidal waves had struck the coast, and a massive storm was overshadowing the city. From the tops of the mountains I could see a blizzard was hitting, but no tributes were up there, so that disaster was pointless.

"It's only a matter of time before something strikes the foothills..." I mutter, packing up my stuff as I begin to move away. I knew how the gamemakers played, if a disaster struck one area, another would strike the next. They were too predictable.

I heard snorts and grunts. Muttations had plagued the foothills... and I was ready for them. Large boars surrounded me, as I drew my weapon. But I knew how to deal with wild animals. I wrapped a piece of cloth around a stick, and set it aflame with a match.

A torch. Primal fear kept the boars at bay, as I moved forward through the foothills. '''BOOM! '''A cannon. I moved a little faster, getting through the brush. '''BOOM! '''One followed it. I arrived to the two recent fatalities, as boars ripped the Martell siblings to shreds.

I heard feet pounding as another tribute attempted to escape the wild animals, but was soon ran down. That Friedrich boy from the capitol was their unfortunate victim. '''BOOM! '''The boars were getting closer, they were beginning to lose fear of the fire.

"Prepare yourself." I say, as I draw my sword. "You want some? Have at it!" I taunt, as another cannon booms. '''BOOM! '''I didn't know who the unfortunate sod who died there was, but I could only assume. Then, the first boar charged at me.

I slid to the left and slashed down on my sword, skewering the squealing pig. Another one charged at me, and I met it's face with my blade, it's own momentum killing it. Then I felt teeth sink into my legs from behind, as I nearly fell to the forest floor.

I bashed this one with my lit torch, setting it aflame. It squealed loudly and ran off, and the other boars followed it's path. "My luck." I say, before collapsing on the grassy field, my legs weak from the attack. Looks like I wouldn't be moving anywhere for a while.

Jayda Idlywld
I duck under one of the minotaur's massive swings with his huge axe. He stood a good 10 feet tall, and towered even over Kharjo. I chop with my own axe, as it imbeds into the minotaur's bull leg. He feels no pain, as he bats me away with his left hand.

I hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out of me. I push myself to get back up. I was the co-leader of the antis, I couldn't look weak!

Drawing my backup dagger, I rush back into the battle. Kharjo's unfortunate, as his height allows him to get decapitated by the Minotaur, as I see our biggest ally fall. '''BOOM! '''"Alright Archers, fire your volley!" Camiren shouts.

Our bow wielding tributes fire all at once, as multiple arrows pierce the minotaur on multiple places. This staggers the beast, as Camiren and I rush into to fight it in close quarters once more. It's hefty swings are easy to dodge, as I constantly slash it's legs with my dagger.

Solar manages to sever the minotaur's left arm, but in retalition gets his neck broken when the minotaur headbutts him. Solar falls, as I hear Lunar scream in anger. '''BOOM! '''I hear an arrow whistle and then a loud THUD as it lands right between the eyes of the minotaur.

The beast staggers a bit, before falling backwards, shaking the ground when it hits. Lunar is in grief over Solar's body, as Penny holds her hand on her shoulder, trying to make her feel better. "Cut this bastard up. This should feed us all for weeks." Camiren says, as I silently mourn for our fallen allies.

Karen Everest
'''BOOM! '''Cannon's were sounding left and right. One after the other, it was just madness! '''BOOM! '''Another one sounded, and I was gaining hope for winning with everyone. This might be the finale, even though I doubted it, with everyone surviving the attack of the disaster.

"Karen look out!" I duck as I hear a an explosion behind me. "Damnit!" I hear someone say, as I see the fat tribute lighting the fuse of another bomb. What nimrod would sponsor him with those? "Herb, get out of here quickly! I'll follow" I lie, as I knew I'd probably die to this tribute.

I dodge another bomb that blows a hole in the street, as I lunge forward, my knife raised. It buries in the fat tributes flesh... and I lose it in his mass amounts of Fat rolls. Blood pours out, but I know I'm not getting my knife back, as his body literally ate it.

He swipes at me with his knife, as I dodge the slow blow, trying to bruise his big belly. It doesn't work, as my kicks are deflected by his stomach of steel, as I'm forced to quickly think of a way to kill him. The thought suddenly hit me. " Use the rope, garrote him!"

I quickly drew the rope from my bag, as the Fatso jumped forward to attempt and crush me. I dodged his jump and tripped him. While he was down on the ground, I quickly took both ends of the rope and pulled tight on the fat boy's neck.

I could hear him choking as he tried to bash me into the walls of the buildings, but I held on tight. Eventually, he ran out of steam and collapsed, and soon his cannon followed. '''BOOM! '''I jumped off his corpse and took his items, before running off after Herb.

'''BOOM! '''I was beginning to panic. That could have been Herb! I kept running, fear making my heart pound faster and faster... then my nightmares were realized. Impaled with wooden spikes was Herb, his final face being that of fear as he died.

Anger burned through my veins, when I saw the trap maker begin to run. I wasn't letting him get away! I ran after him, tackling him to the ground as rage fueled my punches, as I bashed his face to a pulp. '''BOOM! '''I kept punching, until I couldn't even recognize the tribute, then grief took me over.

I walked over to Herb, a tears in my eyes. "I'm... so sorry..." I said, snifling as I closed his eyes. Taking his knife, I'd plan on using it to win. Herb's death wasn't going to be forgotten.

Aurum Chirp
Rain poured down on me as I hunted for that scum Bronze. '''BOOM! '''I kept moving despite the cannon, trying to find the asshole. '''BOOM! '''Two more cannons, before they finally went silent. I didn't count how many cannons went off, as night fell during the thunderstorm.

A flash of lightning and I saw him, advancing towards me with spear drawn. "Lucrian scum! I'm going to put you down just like Nathaniel did!" I shout, charging forward. He stabs his spear forward, as I'm forced to knock it away with my axe.

Lightning flashes again as I swing my axe again, but he dodges it before stabbing into my shin with his spear. "Not quiet as powerful as I expected." He said, taunting me. Rage fueled me as I swung a hard two handed swing, able to cut his spear in half.

His reach advantage gone, he was forced to draw his kukri, and fight me in close quarters combat. I was winning now, striking his open points and drawing blood multiple times. However, something worse happened. Bronze had a nasty trick.

He shoved me into a net trap which clasped around me, as he walked towards me. "I'm going to enjoy this." I struggled with the net, trying to reach my knife. I clasped around it, cutting the net, before I felt something impale me through the side.

Bronze ripped his kukri from my body, as I struggled to breathe. He punctured a lung. "Such a pathetic tribute. It's a shame the chirps couldn't have sent a real career." I stare angrily at him as I die, and he just smiles. "Pathetic. I was hoping for a chall-"

He lets out a cry of shock and pain as two blades go through his chest simueltaneously. "You talk too much." I hear a girl say. She kicks Bronze to the ground, as I hear his cannon boom. '''BOOM! '''I recognize the girl to be Valora Vista.

"Surprised you found me..." I say. "Your footsteps are rather loud." She replies. "Okay look, I'm screwed. I need you to lead the careers. No one else has the expirience, ya know?" I say. "Well, turns out, I already am." I am surprised, and then proud.

"Listen, you've done all you can. Go back to the cornucopia... final orders..." I say, coughing a lot at the last part. She nods, before taking off, as the void takes me for an eternal sleep.

Valora Vista
One final cannon echoed through the arena, the one of Aurum Chirp. '''BOOM! '''"Alright Valora... how are you going to break it to the others?" I begin talking to myself. I find my way back to the careers, when I hear the voice of Felix ask me a question I wished to not answer.

"Where's Aurum? Did you find him?" I can feel the gazes of the other careers. "Aurum... is no more. I tried to help him, but Bronze overpowered him and had him mortally wounded. I was too late." I say, as I know the others had hung their heads low.

I feel someone grab my hand. "Come with me, I have something for you." I hear the voice of Zoey, the skittish girl from 5. Interested, I follow her, before I feel something sharp go into the back of my head. I draw my sword and swing at Zoey, expecting betrayel.

"No no no! It's alright!" She says. "Just a syringe!" Something strange begins happening... I'm not only seeing darkness anymore. I see the fuzzy shape of a small girl, looking at me. "Wait... Zoey? Your hair... it's red?" I see a smile on her lips.

I pull her into a hug. "What, how? Huh?" I ask, confused. "I felt guilty about not being able to save Mack. So, I found what I could and put this together. To cure your blindness." She shows me a syringe, which was now empty. But, I could see it was empty!

I take off my shades, not needing them anymore, as Zoey hands me a mirror. My eyes were bright green again, and perfectly normal! "Alright Louis Braille, do you mind telling us what to do now?" I hear the sarcastic voice of Michael Caboose say. I turn, and look at him. "Rest. We're going to finish the antis off tomorrow."

Juno Orbit
"What is it?! What do you see?!" Jupiter says, tugging on my arm. "Quiet Jupiter!" I reply, as I peer through the binoculars again, not able to believe my eyes. The careers were all prepping for war, sharpening blades, packing up items, mobilizing formations.

"The careers are about to march on the antis. This is going to be a battle of the games." I say, putting the binoculars back in my backpack. "Listen Jupiter, I'm going to try and get some more supplies when they leave. You stay put, you hear?"

Jupiter nods, as I continue to spy on the careers. I could hear their voices, albeit very distantly, as their new leader, the revived girl from 1, shouted orders to her comrades. "Alright, I want each weapon sharp enough to cut stone! I want each bow fletched to strike with the power of a gun!"

They begin to line up, gaining a formation that would be hard to break. There big and burly melee warriors were positioned up front, and behind them was the spear carrying tributes to give reach support. In the back was the archers, and Valora stood in the middle, ready to give orders.

They began their organized march, as I sneaked down to the cornucopia, expecting it to be completely empty, and ripe for the taking. I was wrong, when I saw the careers' final guard, about 4 or so tributes, waiting there, with one pointing their sword at my throat.

Brett Brawl
As co-leader of the careers, I had been charged with keeping up with our tribute numbers, in case we needed to order a retreat. It wasn't the best job for a brawny person like me, but it still meant I had a job and that I was co-leader because of it.

"Alright, who brought the rafts?" Valora asks. Rio empties her bag, with a bunch of inflatable rafts. After about 5 minutes of inflating the darn things, we put them in the water. "Four to a raft. Regroup on the western shore." Valora orders, as I push our raft in the water.

It doesn't take long for us to reach the western shore of Crete, and after a minute, we all arrive. "Alright, load up, draw your weapons. Get in formations, and be sure to watch your back. Let's move." Valora says, as we all form ranks and begin to trudge through the island.

Crete was unfriendly to us, with it's semi-jungle being filled with pesky insects like mosquitos. I slapped one off my arm, cursing at it as I wiped it's disgusting remains on my pants. I hated the stupid things, and how they always bit me.

"Halt... tribute noises..." We all stop, and ahead of us, two tributes are duking it out. "Jaimes... you're... MAD!" The white makeup one says, shoving the navy dressed one off of him. "THE COMPASS IS MINE VALET!" Jaimes, the navyman, says as he draws his sword and thrusts it down into his former ally.

'''BOOM! '''Jaimes then rips the compass from his valet's dead hands, before jogging off into the woods. "Alright, proceed forward, with caution." Valora says, trying to keep calm. She's nervous as a leader, but manages to hide it well, which makes me a little suspicious of her.

Lunar Powers
"They're coming! They're almost here!" Luxio shouts after returning from his scouting of the island. "Who's coming?" Salem asks, expecting a lie. "The careers!" I notice Camiren shift uncomfortabely, but she gives a brave look as she stands up.

"Grab your weapons. Hide wherever you can, in thick foliage, high in the trees, where ever. We'll ambush them on my mark." After she orders that, all the antis make a mad dash for hiding spots. I climb upon a bluff overlooking our campsite, knowing it would be an advantage for an archer like me.

Thoughts race through my mind, my stomach is filled with nervousness. After I lost Solar to the minotaur, I realized how easy it was to die. I thought we were untouchable due to our revived status, but apparently, we just had more expirience, not invinciblity.

I hear footsteps, lots of them, like a mighty army marching. No doubt the careers, who were about to arrive in our campsite. Wonder how they'd react when they find it empty.

"Stop." Their leader, the revived girl from 1 orders. "Valora, there's no one here! This place looks like it has been abandoned for days! They could be raiding the cornucopia as we speak!" I hear one of the career tributes say, looking doubtful at their leader.

"Luigi, Felix, Isla, and Nutmeg have the cornucopia under control. As for this place, burn it. If they are hiding, we'll see how they like fire and smoke." Valora orders to her underlings. One of the boys from 1 drops a torch on the ground. I had to do something.

I drew an arrow from my quiver and put it on my string, drawing back. I took a deep breath and held it, focusing my aim on Valora. Without a leader, they'd be put in a panic. I waited till the right moment, when the wind died down, when I released the air, watching it fly through the air.

THUD! My arrow hit, and the tribute fell to the ground. But I had missed Valora... I'd only taken out one of the girls from 5, who was standing right by her. When the girl fell, the rest of the antis jumped from their hiding places, and the battle has just begun.

Luigi Iris
"You HONESTLY thought you could sneak in here and steal from us? How dumb are you?" Isla says, taunting the girl from 0 after we captured her and tied her up. "Come on, where's your rat brother at? We need both of you dead!" She adds on, which infuriates our prisoner.

"Do not call him a RAT!" The girl struggles with her bonds, when Isla leans in. "Rat rat rat rat rat rat!" She says, when the girl from 0 spits in her face. Isla rears back and punches the girl hard, bloodying her lip. "Don't do that again." Isla threatens coldly.

'''BOOM! '''All of us instinctively look around, seeing no one dead. "The battle has begun." Felix mutters, as he draws his blade. "Put your sword away Felix, Valora left me in charge. That's an order!" Isla shouts. Felix grudgingly sheathes his sword, when I turn around to see trouble.

"Let my sister go!" The redhead boy from 0 shouts, obviously being our prisoner's brother. "There we go." Isla says, as she  hurls a knife into the boy from 0, who falls with a cry. "JUPITER NO!" The girl from 0 shouts. "I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU BASTARDS!"

"Shut up." Isla says, as she draws her bolo knife to finish off the mortally wounded Jupiter. I accompany her over to the dying boy in case he brought backup. When I see no other tributes and know he's alone, I tell Isla. "All clear, not a tribute in sight."

"Watch closely girl." Isla says, as she lifts up the crying and dying boy from 0. She then mercilessly plunges her knife through the boy's back, killing him for real. '''BOOM! '''The girl from 0 begins shouting and crying, defeated emotionally.

I could stand the sadism of Isla. She was too dangerous to the career alliance, and would probably be the first to turn on us. As soon as Isla turned her back, I lunged forward and stabbed my sword through her back, pulling her further into the blade.

"Tr-traitor!" Isla says, when I rip the blade out of her and kick her to the ground. '''BOOM! '''"People like you don't deserve to live." I say angrily, before I turn to Nutmeg and Felix, who are shocked that I had just killed Isla.

"You got 10 seconds to get out of my sight..." Nutmeg warns. I begin to run in the opposite direction, looking over my shoulder after 10 seconds. Nutmeg and Felix weren't chasing me, but I knew that I wasn't a career anymore.

Rio Waterborne
The ambush had thrown us off, most of the careers were in a panic. Valora was quick to round us up, and regain our formations, but not after the loss of two of our own. Osanna had fallen to an arrow through the head, and Gladia was just moment from death after Jayda spilled his guts with a sneak attack.

"Fire!" Valora orders to the archers, who all release their swarms of arrows. The druggy from 9 is unfortunate as 7 arrows pierce him, as he looks like an acupuncture victim. He falls, dead, as his cannon goes off. BOOM! B'''OOM! '''It seems Gladia died as well, succumbing to his mortal wound.

Seiko was enraged by Gladia's death and was dueling Jayda 1 on 1, and the two were fighting far from the others. I stabbed my trident out as Magnus ducked in front of me, when my trident impaled the tribute who had swung at Magnus in the first place, the unfortunate Luxio.

Magnus finishes off Luxio, who's cannon comes quick. '''BOOM! '''"Get behind cover!" I hear Valora shout. Unfortunately, my cover was Magnus, and I heard him grunt as something impaled him. He fell on top of me, his corpse too heavy to lift, as I was trapped.

'''BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! '''A spear throwing strike. I'm assuming that's what did Magnus in, as well as the other two victims Akumai and Zapphire. Our numbers dwindling too fast, I heard Brett shout "RETREAT! GET BACK TO THE RAFTS!"

"Don't leave me!" I shout, struggling with Magnus's heavy body. I hear my allies' foosteps fade, as I watch the boy from 0 look down at me with cold eyes. He picks up Magnus's sword, and looks me coldly in the eyes. He doesn't hesitate to bring the blade down on my head, ending my life for good.

Penny Wheatgrove
"Strike them down! Do not let them escape!" Camiren says, as we chase the careers from our campsite to the beaches of the western shore. Valora stands in front of her retreating allies, holding her dual swords as she mocks Camiren.

"You think you're so heroic. How about you prove you aren't a FRAUD and come face me alone?!" It was a ploy, I knew it, but Camiren wasn't going to back down. She crossed blades with Valora, as I could only watch in horror as the two fought.

Camiren held well, despite only having one sword compared to Valora's two. Their blades danced as both antis and careers watched, knowing to stay out of this one on one duel. Hope emerged in me when I saw Camiren disarm one of Valora's swords and kicked her to the sand.

Camiren continued striking downward as Valora was forced to block Camiren's constant blows with one sword. I saw her strength waning and knew it was only a matter of time before Valora's muscles tired and Camiren slipped in a fatal blow.

"She's going to do it!" I say, when my heart sinks. Valora shoots up and uses the momentum of her force to drive her sole sword through Camiren's stomach, before slashing said wound and shoving Camiren face first into the sand. Tears welled up in my eyes, as Camiren struggled to look up at the antis one last time.

"Get out of here... GO!" Camiren shouted, before Valora brought her blade down with two hands on Camiren's back. I could hear Camiren let out one last shaky breath, before she went still. '''BOOM! '''"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shout, attempting to run for Camiren, but Jayda picks me up and holds me away.

"There's no hope for her, but there's still some for you!" Jayda tells me as we retreat back to our campsite. No songs of our victory are sung, no celebration, no cheer. Camiren was dear to all of us, and even Salem had his head held low.

We retrieve Camiren's body after the careers leave. We bury her alongside Luxio and Caliban, as our alliance pays our respects. I kiss my fingers and hold 3 of them up in the air, whistling a mockingjay tune. A symbol of respect known through all of Panem. I'm glad to find my allies followed in suit, as we all do the 3 finger salute, sending one last sign of respect to our fallen allies.

Michael Caboose
I crawl upon the shore of the mainland, coughing up water. Someone had sabotaged our rafts and they sank halfway back. Little to say, Courtney didn't make it, and we assumed something sinister had gotten her. Everyone else was wet, tired, and just wanting to get back to the cornucopia, including me.

We all returned, and when we got back, we were shocked to see only two careers remaining, along with the girl from 0. "Where's Luigi and Isla?" Brett asks angrily to Felix. "Isla was killed by Luigi after she killed the boy from 0. Luigi ran off after he did the deed and we couldn't catch him." Nutmeg replied.

"Did anyone else attempt to steal our supplies?" Valora asked. "Not a single one." Felix replied proudly. "What do we do with her?" I asked, pointing to the girl who Felix and Nutmeg had captured. Valora walks over calmly, before whipping out a knife and quickly slitting the girl's throat.

'''BOOM! '''"The careers don't take prisoners. Let that be a lesson to all of you, should you betray us like Luigi." Valora says coldly. "Speaking of which, if you do find him, make sure his death is long and painful. Traitors are not taken kindly by me."

Zoey started a fire so us careers could warm up and dry our clothes. I volunteered to take first watch, a little paranoid about Valora slitting my throat, as I sat in the mouth of the cornucopia. Night declared that Day 6 was over, as I looked down at the ground. The competition was dwindling, it was only a matter of time before we turned on each other...

Felicity Caspian
It had been a dog chase the whole games, as I continued to track down Dancing Weirdo. He was always on the move, as if he knew I was catching up to him. But I wasn't going to let a trash talker like him live any longer, it was time for him to die.

Suddenly the trail went out. Where did he-? WHOOSH! I duck as a large club swings over my head, the huge boy from 10 trying to do me in.

His next one cracks against my body, sending me flying backwards. I roll between his legs as he swings downard, and before he can turn I jab my knife into the back of his leg. The boy roars from pain and nearly falls down, but he doesn't as he turns and swings again.

This one catches me in the back, as I hit against the ground hard. I push myself to get up, wiping blood from my face as I dodge the boy's next hefty swing. I nimbly charge into him and ram my knife up his gut, as I yank it out just as fast.

I repeat the stabbing, until finally the boy falls down in defeat, dead. '''BOOM! '''I look up as I see Dancing smiling at me, as he hops down. I try to fight him off, but I'm too weak and tired from the fight with the boy from 10.

"What's a mattah Artemis? Didja prey bite back?" He taunts. WHAM! I feel my jaw crack as he smashes his baton into my face. I fall from the force, before he looks down on me. "Stupid ass bitch conveived from a ho, enjoy your suffering!"

He slammed his baton on me repeatedly, breaking many bones, as I just wished for the pain to end. He had his fun with me, before he begin to beat in my skull. My vision got darker with each attack, and soon my eyes gave in completely, as I died a broken girl.