The Sunset Games

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

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

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

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

Tribute Application
Tribute name:

Sex:

Age: 

Personality: 

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

Strengths: 

Weaknesses: 

Any other things you deem important:

You can enter up to three tributes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

POV - Lilith Parr-Cymri
21

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

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

18

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

12

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

9

The amount of those girls who were absolute cunts.

8

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

5

The amount of fingers she had on each hand.

3

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

1

The amount of minutes till the games began.

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

BONG

Shit.

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

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

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

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POV - Adelphus Artois
Infinite potential.

That's what his mother had always told him. He had infinite potential.   A wise man is renowned for his mind, capable of creating a great many things. A strong man is envied for his brute strength, and the ladies would always flock to those with the greatest of muscles. A silent man is considered a curiosity among others, a mystery waiting to be solved. But you, Adelphus, could have all these things, yet you are something much more rare. You are a happy man. And a happy man does not need to be wise, strong, or silent, and yet he can be all these things if he wishes. A happy man is truly content with the world, despite it's flaws, and can always see the good in things. A happy man is envied for his hope. And a man with hope is a man with infinite potential.

I am Adelphus Artois. I am on a podium. All around me are weapons, tools, and supplies needed to survive. These are not on podiums. Around me are other children, some reaped, some volunteered. They are on podiums. In the center lay the cornucopia, bursting at the seams with goodies. Neither the cornucopia nor the goodies were on podiums.

The bell chimed and Adelphus pushed down his anxiousness with a sigh, at no one in particular, and started to run. He made a brief split second choice between going for an odd looking bag about 15 ft away from him or a machete around 23ft away. The machete won. For approximately 8 seconds, he ran without fault. Then, quite annoyingly, as he reached the machete, another tribute clutched at the hilt of it. Adelphus managed to keep his grasp on the weapon, clumsily snatching it away and instinctively taking a few awkward steps backwards. The tribute who just so happened to also want this machete was Tomer Wilt. It took him a moment to realise the boy was cowering, as Adelphus had the machete pointed a few inches away from his upper body. Adelphus didn't need to look around him to know that the bloodbath was well under way. The smell of spring-time grass had been replaced by a metallic scent. With a shudder, he tried not to think about what it could be. "I-I'm not a good fighter, back home my mum and dad were always looking out for me. Please don't hurt me, I mean, I could help you!" Tomer was saying, reaching out a hand towards the machete. Adelphus lowered the machete for a moment. That was all it took.

Tomer pounced in a way only comparable to a a stray dog leaping onto some poor animal that would end up being lunch. Despite having the machete, it was being more of a hindrance than of any use as the boy from District 12 scratched and hit. What good was a sharp weapon with no way to swing it? And then Tomer got a grip on his throat. He kicked and thrashed as he felt his windpipe being closed off, his lungs starting to burn. And then it started to go dark. However Adelphus quickly realised that the darkness was not from the lack of air, but something blocking out the light. A figure, looming over them. The figure raised an arm If Tomer hadn't already noticed the figure, he certainly did once the axe came crashing down into his skull. Air came flooding back into his lungs, and he instinctively reached for his throat, feeling the tender flesh that would no doubt be bruised for days to come. Or in this case, the rest of his life. The figure stretched out his arm again. Before he died, Adelphus wanted to look at something beautiful. Above the screaming, above the pleading and begging for mercy, above the shrieks of agony, he heard birds singing. He wanted to imagine that they were natural. That they were unaware of the horrors going on around them. He found himself being lifted up, and the world spinning. With just one hand it seemed as if the figure was able to pick him up entirely. Adelphus was already a tall boy, nearing 6ft, but this other figure was at least an extra foot. In other words, gi-flipping-gantic. Or, in even more words, Avan Falco. Adelphus passed out.

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He woke up with a start. He was immediately shushed by the other boy. "Excuse me, but wh-" Adelphus started to say, however was cut off with, "Do you value your tongue?"

Adelphus frowned. "I do find uses for it occasionally, yes."

"Then if you want to keep it, please shut up." He said, a harsh edge to his voice.

Adelphus wanted to come up with a witty retort, however he looked at Avan and saw a sadness in his eyes. Something led Adelphus to believe he most likely didn't mean to be rude.

They were up a tree, that much was clear. Avan was large and muscular, to say the least, and had his eyes fixed on somewhere Adelphus couldn't quite see. He propped himself up to try and get a better look. And then he realised where they were. They were still by the cornucopia. He pushed aside all other questions, such as 'why did you save my life?', 'why are we up a tree', 'what did your parents feed you to make you so bloody tall', and asked what really mattered: "I'm presuming you're not just watching the bloodbath because you're a sadistic twat. Would you care to share with me what we're doing here?" He asked, his voice sounding strained and thin due to the damage done to his neck. Avan turned back briefly, and guided Adelphus's stare towards the cornucopia. "Intelligence." He said, his voice a deep and smooth mixture, not entirely unpleasant to hear. He understood. He wanted to know in what state the other tributes were. Most of them had fled, however something was happening by the cornucopia. The career tributes were all there, but something was going on. Besides the Careers there were a few other tributes there too, clearly not of their own free will. It looked like there were three tributes being held in the middle, an argument going on. And then one of them drew their sword and all hell broke loose.

Neither Avan nor Adelphus managed to get much sleep that night.

RESULTS SO FAR

Careers: Valencia Sonar, Max Chandler, Jessica Arson, Manta Li, Vassena Myndwood, Uzi Kystrel, Daneiris Montreist, Mercury Pearson-Renault (Tributes being held by Careers) Lavender Morton, Rodeo Baldios, Solas White.

Other Groups: Adelphus Artois and Avan Falco.

Loners: Lilith Parr-Cymri

Unaccounted for: Xerxes Pitch, Velvet Sower, Elizabeth Ryder, Elizabeth Willows, Ursula Harrt, Penny Wheatgrove, Radiant Tayz, Corin Greer.