Anthem - Day 4

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

Hades Lochlan is not happy. He did not say as much, but anyone who saw him could feel the resentment radiating off him from the moment he entered the room. Three days. Only one death. He made the mistake of trusting the rookie to oversee things, and look what happened: the world's most considerate fucking mine collapse of all time. Different groups pushed together, not to fight, but to help each other through the timeless bond of youthful friendship and finding extra special treasure together! Inspiring. Sweet. And completely undermining the entire point of this contest.

He takes his seat in the center of the room, waves of coldness rolling off him like a pulse. The sun isn't supposed to rise in the arena for another three hours, but he has work to do. He mutters commands only the AI can hear, dismisses offers of coffee, or food, or a break from his staff. He does not bother nodding to Maryn or to Ivan when they come in, nor does he bother to answer their questions while he works. Before him, a model-scale version of the Fold's twisting darkness roars with thunder at its midst.

"Want to see how to run a successful death contest?" He asks finally, leaning back in his chair.

❄️ "Make death the only option."

With no ceremony, he reaches to press 'enter' on his last command. Everyone in the room watches as the dark cloud comes untethered from its barriered prison. Slowly at first, then all at once, the boarders of the Fold begin to expand. In a matter of minutes, the entire arena is covered. There will be no sunrise today. "Darkness. That's what happens when you don't pay the light bill."

As the tributes awaken for the day, they'll find that not only has the Fold itself expanded to consume the entire arena, but the horrifying creatures lurking within it now have full access to the entire arena. As well, a strange heat seems to befall the arena, weakening iced-over passages, causing ominous crackling noises to come from below the ground.

Even if they thought they were before, no one is safe now. Not anymore.

Three days in the arena, and still twenty-two other tributes stand between you and your survival. Playing the Game isn't an option now: Hades and the others await the sounds of the cannon fire just as warlords await the battle trumpet. The only choice left to make now is whether you live or die, and it might not be your decision to make after all.

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GENERAL INFORMATION.
○ Day 4 ends on Saturday, March 16th.
○ Posting is mandatory for all tributes.
○ All fights will be started by mutts.
○ All actions will be logged in the engine here.

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CORNUCOPIA:
(Rita, Harley) vs (Marguerite, Ines)^ vs HOLLOW *
(Turn order: HOLLOW, Harley 88.1, Rita 70.10, Marguerite 56.19, Ines 7.3)


WITCH'S WOOD:
(Inga, Isolde, Sage) vs (Felicity, Lionel)^ vs (Hugo, Axyl)^ vs HAGS **
(Turn order: HAGS, Axyl 99.18, Hugo 68.15, Lionel 36.3, Sage 25.12, Inga 14.14, Isolde 8.14, Felicity 0.0)


FOLD:
(Vali, Hal, Marceline)^ vs (Garnet, Rhys, Jericho)^ vs VOLKRA **
(Turn Order: VOLKRA, Hal 91.4, Jericho 83.4, Marceline 77.7, Vali 63.15, Rhys 27.4, Garnet 5.17)


MELTING ICE SHEET:
(Marcellus, Juno, Xov) vs (Xylia, Lucky, Gunner)^ vs CRAWLERS **
(Turn order: CRAWLERS, Xov 79.17, Gunner 53.17, Juno 38.16, Lucky 26.7, Xylia 22.19, Marcellus 20.6)


* 1 death requirement, mutts do not count
** 2 death requirement, mutts do not count
^ alliance was moved from intended location, may gather resources at intended location instead if they'd like



Weather:
Darkness of the fold has taken over. Thundering clouds and shrieking monsters. Strange mixes of freezing winds and hot gusts of air.
1°F | -17°C
Visibility: Almost none, except when lightning brightens the sky.