The Combination Games

Hello! This is a joint account between Billie, Eli, and Caitlin. Now read on if you're interested in these!

What this will be about
It's a collab/fanfic games, in which you enter yourself and your favorite tribute, to fight against others and their favorite tributes. So, read below for details in joining.

User form
Name:

Gender:

District:

Age:

Weapon:

Appearance:

Strengths/skills:

Weakness(es):

Personality:

This is for you, users. There is no tribute form, as you probably already filled one out on their page.

Tributes
There will be 12 users and 12 normal tributes.

The Arena
This arena will be one that is different. It's a small island, looking like this.



But that's only on the OUTSIDE. Ya see, this arena is more complex than you think. As you've noticed, the island is quiet small. Where are the non careers gonna hide? Well, you forgot to mention underwater, were a bunch of sunken ships and a cave system provide many air pockets for those daring enough to dive down and explore them.

The Cornucopia starts in a small grassy clearing at the center of the island. 10 meters behind the tribute plates is where the jungle trees begin. They extend 800 meters outward, until they thin out as you reach the beach. The beach goes around the whole island, but is only 30 meters in length, before it goes down into the deepening ocean. In the ocean lies a whole lot of sunken ships, and an intricate flooded cave system. Who knows of what treasure still in the chests of the many ships...

Miscellaneous
The items in the arena and other features.

Arena Wear
Full body wetsuits colored for each district, with lightweight running shoes. Upon contact with water, shoes will transform into flippers to aid swimming.

Items
Many new items themed to aid with the brutal sun and salty deep water. Such as all containers and bags being water proof and the weapons made of stainless steel to prevent rust.

Alliances
Da Perf Alliance/Troublemakers: Emilia, Rodeo, Aria, Blake, Caliban, Eric, Kekai

The Echo/Max(?): Echo, Max (?)

The Thalia/Bree Alliance: Bree, Thalia.

Kekai
I smirk slyly as my tribute plate begins to rise. These games should be easy, after all, I have a longer last name than anyone else. I nearly died of laughter when that bozo named Caeser tried to pronounce it. But now, I had to focus a bit, as the games were over, and the real deal was about to begin.

After the sun decides to tone down, I notice I'm on a grassland with jungle trees. This will be easy as pie, as this is home turf to me. To my left is the male from 11 who acts all gangster and likes to threaten people. To my right is the canadian Emilia, who I thought couldn't swim.

Then, I spot it. Reflecting off the sun, like it was meant for me. A golden globe award. I could sense my name, my ENTIRE name, on it. I can't help but smile, when the boy from 11 says "Stop smilin' you dumb mother f-" he's cut off when a seagull flies down his throat. He was going to die soon, as my awesomeness was to great for his presence.

"60... 59" the countdown begins. Most tributes would be trembling in terror, but me? Not as much as a tear or sweat. I was Kekai Hepualaha'ole Po`okela Kuʻokoʻa Pauoʻle Keliʻi Nui, the greatest tribute here, and the biggest threat to anyone who dare challenge me.

Rodeo Baldios
45...44...43

 I stare ahead towards the Cornucopia, ready to inject some glory into these games. And that glory is a magnificent serving of justice! There’s not enough to serve to everyone, but I will rustle some up for the others. And hopefully, none of my allies fall to any wrongdoers!

 Besides me, the boy from 10 gazes at a sword. He’s almost hypnotised by it as the sunlight reflects off of its blade. Somehow, it’s almost like it time-travelled from the medieval times. Fitting, considering the fact that his name is Arthur. From what I saw of him in training, his paladin skills could’ve matched with justice and its representative. He even asked for an alliance with me, but I’d already met Aria and Emilia by then. I had already teamed with them. I even asked them about Arthur, but they refused him.

 All of a sudden, Arthur starts swinging his arms wildly, as if he was trying to reach something. If I had to guess what, it would be the magnificent sword. I carefully observe it from my plate, finally noticing one little detail – It is embedded in stone. That will make it a challenge to obtain, but it’s a good thing that my main goal is to protect my allies at all costs.

'' Bang! '' I almost jump out of my skin as the explosion sounds off. Amidst the confusion, somebody shrieks at… something. I look to my right, finally seeing the blood-splattered altar of the battlefield. The one that Arthur was on. What once remained of him now lies blood, guts and tribute cake. Across from him, the girl from 8 shrieks her head off. Not literally, of course.

 32…31…30

 For the first time, I notice that there are no careers. Or at least no alliances that go by that name. So it seems that nobody here goes against the good morals of real life. But wait, what if the careers were under a pseudonym? Or even worse – What if my allies were actually careers, and I was part of them?  Echo The...the D10... that guy....he...aaarrgggh. He...he just blew up into pieces!

19...18...17

After having a moment to try and clear the shear horror that I felt from what I had just witnessed, my attention was directed towards the Cornucopia and the sparkling, glistening weapons. I was drawn to two weapons: a crossbow and a sword. I knew that I only had the time to get one of those weapons before I was confronted by another tribute, so I had to make the right decision: the crossbow or the sword?

Both were popular weapons, which led me to what I would observe next: my opponents. I had an advantage in these Games, Max. I knew that Maxipoo would protect me so I felt some reassurance.

Max was stood in between the District 6 guy, who apparently loved crack and getting high, and the District 5 female, who was one of the Perf Alliance. It's supposed to be a cool alliance. I would have loved to have been a part of the alliance, but then again I do have Maxipoo.

From this distance I could see that the D6 guy was high and he was fixated on the purple crack maker.

Then there's the D12 kid who had his eyes on a.....vibrating dildo O.o. I'm surprised he even knows what a vibrating dildo is.

But then again, this is The Hunger Games. The Capitol will do anything to get entertainment, even if it means placing very...interesting people into the Arena.

Thalia
After the old fashioned dude from 10 blew up into smithereens, things got real. The clock was at it's final 5 seconds, as I prepared myself to sprint for the gleaming spear laid against the cornucopia wall. "Let the games begin." a drone voice says as the bombs deactivate and I find myself sprinting.

My ally Bree should be able to take care of herself, as I needed to gather plenty of supplies. From what I've seen, it looks like a grassland and jungle arena, nothing special. But being made by the capitol, AKA the "special" people, it would no doubt have twists and turns to entertain the sick viewers.

I look around at my surroundings. I can already here the shouts of frightened and aggressive tributes, and metal clashing as blades collide. The first person to attack me is the weird creep from 12. He charges at me with a... dildo? "Hold still honey, things are about to shake!" he says. No way was I going to stay with a creep. I took off, losing track of the spear and picking up a sword in case I met a weirdo like that.

As I bend over to collect a rather large backpack, someone kicks me in the rear, sending me falling into the grass. "Shoulda stayed home you stupid hoe!" a rather large and menacing tribute says. My attacker, the abusive crime junky who could've been the drug dealer from 6's best customer, stands above me, wielding a crudely made shank, with glass and electric tape for a handle.

He slashes me once, then twice. It is painful, but not like a real weapon, as when he tries to slash me again, my sword is up in my hands to parry the blow. CLANG! His glass shank breaks and I retaliate my impaling him through the stomach. He falls over, clutching the wound. He's not dead, but the injury or another tribute will kill him soon.

After stocking up on supplies and avoiding others, I see Bree in a chokehold from the menace from 1. I rush over, and as soon as the boy from 1 spots me, he throws Bree down and aims his crossbow in my direction. I dive to the ground as a crossbow bolt whooshes above me. However, I'm a sitting duck now, as he reloads the weapon. As he prepares to shoot again, Bree disarms him with a kick to the balls and rushes over to help me up. "Let's go!" I shout to her, as we both charge into the jungles, with plenty of supplies.

James Desmond
If there were any missing signs of chaos, then they didn’t go missing for much longer. That would’ve been perfect for me, being able to obtain my supplies without anybody standing in my way! But the bloodbath isn’t a walk in the park. Just imagine if it was! The thought of it makes me scoff.

Darting towards the Cornucopia, I see the boy from one, kneeling over on the floor in agony. He’s an easy kill, one that I could easily get away with! But that’s not my priority right now. First, I’ll need my trident and machete. Then I’ll need to deftly escape and grab a bag. Hopefully, none of those career scumbags rain on my parade.

It’s easy enough to grab a trident – It was merely leaning on a crate near that guy from 1. But the real problem was finding the second item on the list. And it took me near some of the stronger careers. However, I made a guess that I would be able to charge in and evade death’s swift wings. Taking the plunge, I begin to let my legs carry me. Just as I’m about to take the machete into my possession, however, another tribute rams straight into me. Somehow, they narrowly avoided the prongs of my trident.

We both clamber to our feet and widen our eyes in surprise at one another. The result – Isabel (2). I didn’t think she would be too much of a challenge, so I thrust my trident towards her. Unfortunately for me, she dives out of the way. Almost immediately, I feel a searing pain through one of my heels. I fall to the ground, unable to handle the pain. Above me, Isabel smirks. A wicked katana points down at me, as if I lost a hand-to-hand combat match.

“That’s why loners never survive against the careers.”

“Oh really?” In a blur, I throw my trident into her chest. Isabel looks down, staring in utter shock. “Oh dear- I may have proved you wrong!” I pull the trident out. Blood pours out from the wound, leaving her cadaver on the floor. In my satisfaction, I carefully get up with the assistance of the cornucopia. Slowly, I hobble towards my penultimate necessity. Confident that victory is at hand, I make one large bound until I claim the trophy and reward. Elated, I begin a small hop towards the perimeter. But three bounds in, and somebody else blocks my way. And this time, the opponent is much more formidable. Kaleido of district 1. And she has a chain whip with her.

“You may believe that you’ve got away with disposing of Isabel, but you won’t strike lucky this time!” She flicks the whip towards me, but I dodge it…barely. I’m just about to make an attack, when the whip launches towards me. And this time, it coils tightly around my neck. Immediately, I begin to gag. But it only takes one big yank and a couple of seconds before everything becomes a solid shade of black.

Emilia
Me, Rodeo and Aria made it out of the Bloodbath.

"Are you okay guys?" I ask my allies.

"I'm okay." Rodeo replies.

"I'm okay too." Aria replies.

"Good. We need to find a place to reside in."

We all looked around, wondering which area would be the best place to reside in for now. Definitely not the grassland because well, it was still a hosting ground for slaughter. Not the beach because it's too open like the grassland. Maybe later in the Games we could pay a visit.

"We could head to the jungle." Rodeo states.

"It's the only place we can go to for now." Aria adds.

"Alright, let's head to the jungle."

We were just about to get our things and leave when...

"Hey Emilia. Wait."

I turn around and find that it was Blake.

"I have a proposal. Can we ally?" He asked me. I looked at Rodeo and Aria. Both were giggling and smiling all of a sudden, also whispering stuff that I wish I didn't hear.

"Emilake..."

"The Blake Parade..."

"Oh alright." I responded, before giving the death glare to my two allies. Blake smiled at me.

"Also, there's another-

Blake was interrupted by the arrival of Kekai, Caliban the crack lover and Eric, who was infatuated with his dildo.

"Since when did this become a social gathering?" I asked.

"I'm with Blake." Kekai explained. Understandable. But what about His Highness and the Dildo Maniac?

"I see unicorns. Everywhere.." Alright, he was high. On the other hand, Eric didn't respond. He just repeatedly licked his dildo.

"They're with us." Blake responded. Fine.

"Okay. You guys, with us. We're going to the jungle. Also Blake, whatever you wanted to say to me before, you'll have to say to me later because now is not a good time."

Aria and Rodeo smiled. Again. Eugh.

Blake simply nodded.

And so off we went, with Caliban singing 'We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz" repeatedly in the background.

Caesar
I snarl angrily as I lose scent of the fresh canadian's fake bacon smell. I sniff the air like a hound as I search for something to eat, when I see her. The girl from 12, bent crouched over looting the cornucopia. Not even bothering being stealthy, I run on all fours towards her.

She turns as I leap on her, ripping into her torso with my sharp claws. (Get it, his last name is sharpclaw?) Blood sprays everywhere as she screams out in pain, as I rear back my head to rip her throat out. Someone pulls me off her, and I pick up the scent of bravery.

The girl from 6 is there, dual wielding a dagger and machete. I get off from all fours, standing on twos. She slashes at me with both blades, but a quick lunge to the knees puts her on her back. I leap up, but am surprised when she kicks me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me. I fall down and land with a thud in the grass, when she whirls around and slashes my left arm off.

I howl in anger, springing up and disarming her from her machete. She stabs at me with a dagger, but I sink my teeth into her arm, and shake around, until I hear her shoulder pop out of place. She screams, clutching her shoulder as I slam my shoulder into her neck, knocking her down. I snarl, stamping my foot on her chest. She grabs at my leg with her good arm, trying to pull me down, but she's too weakened to do anything. Victorious, I rear my right hand back and prepare to skewer her chest.

One minute I'm at her throat, the next, blood gushing from my throat. I grasp my throat with my hand, but the blood is spraying every where. As I fall back and look behind me, I see the girl from 12 there, bleeding heavily and holding a bloodstained dagger. I watch helplessly as she plunges the same dagger into my head, ending my life for good.

Sharlene Randell
The thick ferns criss-cross over one another, blocking my ticket deep in the heart of the jungle. One flick of a knife though, and they gently float to the ground. Maybe I should leave them be… but it would be hard to break through. Sighing in irritation, I allow my knees to go weak and lay hidden under the ferns. It’s almost like I’ve been imprisoned yet again.

The Capitol…

They’re responsible for my innocence shrouding due to the propaganda. I never murdered my parents! I never made plans against the government! F*ck the Capitol and all their stupid ploys! I would never even be in here had it not been for them and their dumbass peacekeepers.

Then I stop to try and regain the inner peace I lost. My chest rises and falls as I breathe slowly and deeply. As much as I hate the tyrannous regime of the Capitol, I can’t do anything about it not that I’m stuck here. And yet they torture me with these…these- Ugh! I can’t just skip along merrily on the road of life without anybody watching me, can I?!

All of a sudden, my blood freezes. So does my body. I feel like I can’t move it, as if something spooked me. Curious as to whether it’s just me, I try to move my fingers. It turns out that I can. But I must have indirectly felt a presence of some sort. Otherwise, my vessel would not have got wedged in the horrors of reality. Carefully, I rotate my head towards a tree. There, a red light flashes continuously. A camera.

‘No…’ I think to myself. ‘No, no, no, NO!’ ''I feel something bubble inside of me – Fury. It’s bad enough to be a'' prisoner in a killing competition, but being watched at the same time is indefinitely a felony in my books! The viewers – Oh god! The electronic spies are the reason for my paranoia! They’re-They’re why I got caught up in a trial I did not deserve to go through! All the bad times come flooding in, and I swear I lose myself.

I pull off my shoe and throw it into the camera, smashing it into a hundred tiny pieces. Just like the old times. Only this time, I can’t get punished for it. Well, not directly. Heavens knows what traps the Gamemakers have in mind, and who their targets are. And I’m willing to bet my life that due to my past and ‘alleged’ guilt, that I am top on their list of tributes that need to be killed off sooner rather than later.

Caliban
I have my crack, I'm happy.

Whilst I was enjoying getting high, everyone was just looking at each other like they just witnessed the arrival of aliens. Oh well. Me was happy.

Suddenly, a random song props up in my head, "I'm blue, da ba dee dabba da-ee.". I was internally singing along to this song in my head whilst everyone finally started to speak.

"Is the bloodbath still occurring?" asked Rodeo. He was the guy who I thought was a superhero.

"Yep." Emilia responded.

And at the same time Emilia replied to Rodeo's question, a cannon sounded.

BOOM!

The sound of the sudden cannon scared Eric.

"Oh crap."

Seeing Eric scared made us giggle. He just went back to licking his beloved dildo. At least the lingering silence had been broken.

Echo
I sprint through the jungle, panting heavily as I try to keep away from the tribute chasing me. "I'm coming for youuuuuuu!" he says. I know he's gaining on me, and I wonder when this jungle will end. Then, I see it. The treeline! I run through it, expecting a grassland...

It's just a beach. A huge ocean just a few meters from me. No where to run. I was done. I look behind me, and see that Jamie kid, brandishing a sinister looking ax. "There you are sweat pea!" he says. I back up, then turn around and dive into the water.

I open my eyes, only to shut them instantly. The water BURNS them. I surface quickly and crawl on the beach, trying to wipe my inflamed eyes. When I can see again, I see the ax coming down at me, and I scream as I know this would be the end of me.

It isn't. Max comes in, with his sword, bashing Jamie to the sand with it. He stabs down, but Jamie rolls away and springs up, whirling his ax around and slashing Max in the side. I expect the blow to cut him in half, but the ax gets stuck. Jamie sees the issue, kicking Max onto his knees and stealing his sword, before rushing into the jungle.

"NO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I shout to Jamie, picking up sandstones and throwing them at him, but he's long gone. I sit over Max, who is barely alive. "Stay with me!" I say, trying to stop the blood flow. "Echo... get out of here... someone's going to hear you..." he says. "No..." "NOW ECHO." His shout makes me jump. I sniffle, but toughen up, before running, leaving my ally.''' BOOM! '''I hear his cannon minutes later, remorse overtaking me. Max was too good to die... to good...

Eden
Everything will be fine… everything will be fine. I just need some medicine for Sophie and then we’ll be safe for a few days. 

I can’t believe it. Even after the savage attack Caesar (14) launched on Sophie (12), she is still alive… but barely. Her time will come very soon unless I act upon it. Although her blood no longer flows out of her body, I cannot be sure whether enough has been deposited onto the ground. And if it is, she will be left weak and unable to protect herself.

I wince as I feel the pressure of my dislocated shoulder. Caesar sure gave a damn good fight… but it didn’t secure his victory. It’s still a shock that me and Sophie came out on top though. He could easily have eliminated us. It’s a good thing lady luck was on our side then. But now, I need her help more than ever if I’m to win the games and save Sophie.

“It looks like we might be on the path to victory! We have weapons, food, water, everything!”

“Indeed we do. But maybe we should whisper in case the other tributes hear us.” The voices of the two girls lure me closer to their grounds. My hand grabs my machete, in the likely case that they act hostile towards my presence.

“Ok. But Bree, I think somebody else is already here.”

“What do you mean?” I freeze on the spot, hidden behind a palm tree. I try to keep my breathing shallow and low. My skin starts to sweat all over. The hairs on the back of my neck bolt up. All of a sudden, Thalia peeks her head around. She smiles at me.

“It’s ok – It’s just Eden.” She turns back to me. “What happened to your ally?”

“Sophie?” She nods. “Umm… she’s dead.” I feel bad for lying, but it’s best in case I’m killed off to lure her out… which isn’t going to happen at all.

“Ok then. Hey Bree, do you want to ally with Eden?!”

“Hmm? Oh, sure! Why not?”

“Eden, do you want to join?”

“Yeah, that would be good thanks.” I feigned a smile to fake some appreciation. Hopefully, they will share some of their supplies and– Wait… what if I could just kill them and pilfer everything they own? It’s worth a shot… but I need to trick them. It seems plain and simple enough, but it’s how I will pull it off that I’m concerned about.

We’re strolling in a line towards their camp in a queue. Bree leads the way, with Thalia in the middle. Since neither of them have eyes in the back of their heads, it would be easy to backstab them here and now. But no, I need to see their camp in order to accomplish my goal or using their supplies for my and Sophie’s benefit.

After what seems like hours, we arrive there. I can tell, because Bree has stopped in her place and placed her arms on her hips. Thalia starts bouncing up and down in joy. Now’s the chance!

I hold up my machete, prepared to pounce on Thalia. However Bree spins round and gasps, a look of horror on her face.

“Thalia! Behind you!” At the same time she spins around, my machete slashes into her neck. But at the same time, her sword makes a deep cut into my abdomen. The force sends me backwards and I crumple onto the floor. Thalia’s neck still squirts blood. After a few seconds, her body falls and a cannon sounds. BOOM!

I smile, knowing that I took out part of the competition. But then I see that Sophie will be left to her own devices, poor, frail and weak as she currently is. I’ve failed, but I’ve also succeeded at the same time.

The last thing I see is Bree sobbing over the body of her ally. BOOM!

Blake
Me and Emilia talked. She was clarifying her opposition to the ship between us, Emilake. But I know that deep down, she loved Emilake.

We had arrived in the jungle, fending off insects. Caliban was running low on crack, which was not a good sign. He turned aggressive when he was without his crack.

Eric was still infatuated with his dildo. And everyone else was okay from the looks of it.

"Here we are." Emilia announced.

All seemed well at first, despite the occasional irritation from the creepie crawlies of the jungle. But later, Caliban had officially ran out of crack.

"I need some crack. NOW!"

And suddenly, there was tension.

"Calm down, dude." said Kekai.

"NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! I NEED MY CRACK!"

"I'm sure there will be more crack provided." said Rodeo. Aria nodded, agreeing with Rodeo.

"WHERE?"

"I don't know." Rodeo calmly responded.

"EXACTLY."

Everyone, including me, tried to calm Caliban down, but to no avail. Unfortunately, the tension was to reach it's peak.

"Dude, just sit down. You can lick this dildo."

Caliban didn't yell this time. He walked over to Eric and... snapped his neck.

BOOM!

Eric's corpse immediately fell to the floor.

BOOM!

"Whose cannon was that?" Aria asked, in panic.

"Guys, where did Rodeo go?" asked Kekai. That's when everybody noticed that Rodeo was suddenly missing. The cannon was more or likely his.

Hannah
My grip loosens on the girl from 12's throat, her last breath bubbling out of her mouth. She tried to steal from me, and I drowned her for it. I take what little she had, and began to explore the beach. It revovled around the rather small island, as the ocean was around us.

I think why the gamemakers would just make a simple island... then I it hits me. There's something more... just under the water. I quickly open my bag, finding a bunch of useless stuff meant for beach goers... till I find the snorkel. "Pink? Really." I mutter as I put it on my face, and dive into the water to see if I'm right.

Able to see clearly, the whole ocean floor is littered with sunken ships. Tons of them. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I surface and breathe.

I swim back to the beach, taking the snorkel off and watching the sun set. It was getting too late to go treasure hunting. But now I had an idea the tribtues didn't have. My only fear is that it was so far down. I don't know if my lungs could hold out that long.

I eat some tuna (which is disgusting btw), and drink a little bit of coconut milk. The sun is setting slowly, and Day 1 is about to end. I just hoped the night would be more peaceful... I had seen enough death for the day.

Kaleido
“Kaleido, the anthem’s going to play any minute from now!” I’m currently lying on the ground, Aaron ahead of me. For ages he’s been trying to wake up me, hoping to join him. I don’t want to at all.

“Hmm, tell me why that’s a good reason for me to get up. Honesty, all it is is a display of those who died. Why bother when their killer isn’t revealed?”

“C’mon Kaleido. You know it’s an experiment to see whether allies still trust each other or not. And even if there isn’t there must be a good reason. Anyways, get up! We can use the anthem to our advantage by making plans.” Reluctantly I lift myself onto one of my elbows. He leaves me alone and exits the cornucopia, looking up to the sky.

Though Aaron can be useful at times, his attitude can be… irritating at the worse of times. He’s a bit eccentric in the head, but at least he’s not a mindless puppet to the career academies where being a heartless robot is accepted. There’s actually a light of kindness surrounding him. Though he has been built up to be a proper career it doesn’t seem to have taken over his mind. It’s almost like he’s me.

My parents. Wanting me to volunteer for the games. Expecting me to win. They don’t give a damn about my opinions at all. I’m not like the rest of the Esquires. They’re all pure career material. I’m the one exception who despises them. If they were to discover this, I would surely be disowned.

My thoughts are interrupted as the anthem blares through the arena. Behind me, I hear the footsteps of the other career left: Jamie (4). He mimics a yawn as he sits with us. I feel his eyes bore into my skull but I ignore it and focus on the names instead. As expected, the first face is Isabel (2). She may not have been the strongest, but she was still a career. And she was like a mix between me and Aaron.

Next on the list is a major surprise, Caesar (3). One would have believed that a half-mutt would lasted longer, but I guess whoever slaughtered him got lucky. The next tribute is the boy from 5, the one I killed. Behind me, Jamie grunts somewhat pitifully. Strange as it sounds, I’m almost immediately suspicious.

All my worries are soon forgotten as the girls from 6 and 7 and the boy from 8 show up. I didn’t know them well. Then the incredibly posh guy from 10 and girl from 12 complete the total amount of deceased tribute, just as everybody fades into the night. Nobody moves. At least, not to begin with. But once I make my move back to the cornucopia to sleep, the boys start a discussion. I block out the noise in order to fall asleep.

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Thud!

I scramble into a sitting position, having been startled by the sudden disturbance. As quickly as I could I pull out a pair of night-vision goggles and nod. I wander outside to search, when I see a figure bolt out from the blue into the trees. I consider chasing after whoever it was, but I left my weapons next to me when I slept.

I curse in my mind. How could I have been so stupid as to not have brought a weapon? And what made it worse was that they seemed to have stolen some of our loot with them. A true disgrace to the careers.

Once more I begin to investigate when my foot kicks something. I look down. It’s Aaron. He’s not dead, but rather unconscious instead. I feel panic flutter in my chest. What happened to Jamie? I hurriedly sprint around the Cornucopia, but there’s no trace of him. This can only mean one thing…

Jamie has backstabbed us.

Death Chart
They dead.