PARADOX!!

[A Toa's Friend (atoafriend)]

So the Games are at a halt, I'm the only member of my own RPG site, and neither of my friends are posting on our RP on another site. I'M DYING HERE!
So I'll just wave my magic wand, wind my magic time-travel watch, whatever, summon a dimensional portal and am going to RP my Games tributes for the sole amusement of myself (and maybe the few of you who just want to read something random). THIS WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE OFFICIAL PLOT. Let's just say there's a time slip and you're in a parallel world where everything goes Atoa's way.
So yeah, here we go!

[A Toa's Friend (atoafriend)]

((Oh yes, and since this is a parallel world where everything goes Atoa's way, the avalanche never happened and Terry's leg never broke. And since everything goes Atoa's way in this parallel world, the trio has some different supplies than the official version. Yes, I know, I'm so cheap to be god-moding like that, but then again this isn't real anyways. Just the by-products of my deranged mind. ))



Further up the mountain Zanne and I continued to get the cave in order while Terry was scouting further down the mountain, no doubt wanting to get a better look at what's happening. The oversized jacket and his already small stature made him look even smaller than he really was against the vast landscape.
When everything was finally in order, I called Terry back and the three of us sat down to discuss our game plan.
"So," I began, "let's start by listing our strong points. I am a thinker, and I know some stuff about survival. Stamina and strength are really bad, but I've got pretty good hands for making things and an eye for danger."
"Tch, yeah right," Terry commented. "Come on, that's nothing! I can take out anyone!"
Zanne smiled. "The opposite of me. I'm pretty average when it come to the physical parts; I prefer back-stabbing and decpetion, and so."
"Okay," I said. "How 'bout weapons? Anyone here know how to shoot arrows?"
"I can try," Terry suggested, but I shook my head, saying, "You either can or cannot."
"Well, in that case," Terry said, "I'm pretty good with a staff or something. I guess that pike works."
"Not to mention your small size and devious skull, you little weasel," I muttered.
"Well, I know how to shoot, but I'm not very good," Zanne said, leaning back. "I know some pretty good traps and springs, though."
"Can I sleep easy that those traps you set earlier can catch a nice, beefy Career?" I asked.
"Especially beefy Careers," she said with a devilish grin. "So then I guess you're our official sniper, huh?"
"Well..." I didn't want to be too self-centered. But screw manners, this was the Games. If someone could charm their way to victory, Terry would already be marching back home. "If you don't mind, I think I can be pretty kick-@$$ with some practice," I replied with my own devilish grin. "Anywho, moving on. What are we going to do about the food issue?"
"Well, you've got the arrows, so go hunt," Terry said, grinning an innocent smile. "And if you don't come back tomorrow, well, I guess we're at a disadvantage cause I'd have one less person to hide behind."
I cuffed him on the head. "Don't get too many thoughts in that devious skull of yours, otherwise you might find an arrow that 'accidentally' got stuck in your spine. And you," I continued, pointing my arrow at Zanne, "will be setting traps along the forests with me while I hunt. And I have a good eye, so no smart ideas in your head too or soon you won't have a head."