The Bloodbath

[Lulu]

Welcome to the 58th Annual Hunger Games, tributes and spectators! First and foremost, I would like to encourage each and every one of you to read the rules, as it makes life a lot easier for everyone when all parties involved are aware of the rules and expectations.

Just a reminder, please be sure to PM me with your daily movement (assuming you live past the Bloodbath) and make ALL necessary updates on the Tribute Maintenance Thread. Updates not made on this thread will not be counted.


For smooth operation of the bloodbath, please be aware of the following:

-Everyone must make an introductory post; it doesn't matter if you've taken Stealth or not.
-You may not attack tributes who haven't made their introductory posts.
-You must, must, must wait for at least THREE other people to post in between your attacks. If you are in an alliance of four, you must wait for at least one person who is not in your alliance to post as well.
-One tribute may only be attacked six times between their attacks.
-You must also wait for at least three other people to post in between your last attack post and your fleeing post.
-You may not attack in your fleeing post.
-Please be aware that if you have a broken/severed leg or leg part, you may not flee without the aid of another tribute, who must also flee.
-Once you flee, you may not re-enter the bloodbath.
-"Generic Attack Posts" are completely, positively, 100% prohibited in the Bloodbath. All posts must adhere to site standards.

ANY violations of these rules will result in an additional 8 damage dealt to the offending tribute.

Additionally, please make sure that you specify who you're attacking. When you're finished, for the sake of convenience, please edit your post to include the corresponding attack, for the sake of convenience.

Clarification: You ARE allowed to travel to one other bordering area this Games Day (Marsh, Light Jungle, Shrubland, North Desert, South Desert) and then you may still travel to a different area on Day 2

Tribute item lists may be found on this thread. Information on what to do with it is found on this thread as well.

Additional items in the Wealth are as follows:

Flail
Harpoon
Spear
Binoculars
Pants
Rope
Empty Water Jug
Needle and Thread
Antivenom (1 use)
Gloves (+3 hands)

EDIT: To clarify, the Wealth also includes any unclaimed items, as well as the items of dead tributes. The exception to this would be weapons, which can be claimed by the tribute's killer following his/her death.

Today's Weather
Sunny
High: 90F (32C)
Low: 82F (28C)


Tribute Uniforms
-Gold T-shirt (short sleeves)
-Brown cargo shorts (knee length)
-White lightweight athletic socks
-Brown leather belt
-Brown work boots
-Brown fedora (a la Indiana Jones)

This Hunger Games day ends on Tuesday, July 19th. Anyone who has not posted will be killed, as always.

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[GONG]

Let the 58th Annual Hunger Games begin!

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[ali]

It was time.

I walked into a small, private room away from Dice and the other tributes; where my journey to the arena would end. The room was painted black and filled a rather large metal circle which sat in the middle. Being dimly lit I didn’t, at first, see the Doctors who would be inserting my tracking device. I looked at my reflection in the metal pad as a female doctor inserted a long thin needle. I was wearing what everyone else was wearing; big heavy walking boots, brow coloured cargos, a gold top and –of course- my mother necklace. I winced at the Doctor retracted the needle and left. I turned to my escort. A young man; capitolian; unnatural green eyes and streaked blue hair. He smiled at me his dazzling white teeth blinding me.

“Good luck Alikia……”

I nodded as a glass tube closed over me, trapping me on the pad, cutting off my escape to the outside world. Suddenly the metal circle beneath my feet jolted and shot up. I stared at my reflection as the circle edged closer and closer to the slowly widening hole above my head. As I rose to my end, I thought about everything.

I remember when I was little how, at the tender age of 4, my mother fell pregnant. She was ecstatic. I remember being very, very excited as well. I was looking forward to a little brother or sister. For at that time I was an only child, I had no older brothers or sisters. It was a few days before my fathers 29th birthday, when little Issac was born. He had blonde hair and pale white skin like my mother, but he was dead. My mother always told me that Issac just never woke up when he came out of mummy’s tummy, but now I knew better. It was around a year later when my mother had another baby- Katie-Lyn. She was a beautiful baby, brown hair blue eyes, the perfect sister. Months after her first birthday, we received another little brother, Jeremiah. He looked like Katie-Lyn. Another year passed peacefully when tragedy struck. Jeremiah fell ill with the flu, passing away shortly after contracting the virus. Doctors were unable to save him.

It was when I was 6 just beginning school when I heard about my dear baby sister, Katie-Lyn. Katie-Lyn had been involved in a freak accident in the towns square and was killed almost instantly. My mother, who was expecting lost the baby due to the grief she was feeling to Katie-Lyn. When I was 7, my mother fell pregnant again. She was due days after my 8thth birthday so we were hopeful, but being hopeful wasn’t enough. The baby was born still, and my mother shortly fell ill with an un-known disease. 2 months after contracting the mystery virus, she passed away. I remember watching her slip into the state of immortal unconsciousness. I was standing in the door way watching her hand go limp in my fathers grip and her sky blue eyes glaze over. It was when I was 11 where I suffered more. Working in the factory part time was hard and dangerous. Making what happened more than a tragic accident. I was clearing out plastic from the machines, when my sleeve got caught. My arm was mangled in the machinery. It was never the same since....it was shorter than my other arm but didn't effect what I did.

That was years ago. Today, it was a different story. The light was becoming brighter now and I could see myself more in the glass, but it wasn’t me. I saw the little girl instead. I blinked and looked again, but she was gone. Finally, my head broke over the rim of the hole and into the sun light. I was almost immediately partially blinded by a glistening cornucopia. When I could see again, I examined my surroundings. The sky was clear, actually clear. There were no clouds in the sky, leaving a crystal blue canvas above my head. The sun hung lazily above the cornucopia, beating down on us harshly. I began to sweat. I looked to the west, which is where the sun stood. From what I could see was a vast green wooded area and cliffs to the south west of them. In the south, it seemed like someone had forgotten to mow their lawn, since the stalks of dry grass stood tall and danced in the breeze. To the east, the most dreadful looking place lay. It looked like; it was miles upon miles of sand, its hills tumbling over each other again and again. Ahead of me I could see another grassland type area but this time, I could see water glistening at its roots.

Water

That was the place we wanted to go. A source of water.

Be careful Alikia my mothers voice whispered in my ear The water isn’t safe.

I nodded to myself before looking for Dice. He was a few pads down. I gave him a nod before looking at the Cornucopia. I saw a variety of gifts ranging from sword to socks. I glanced back at dice. When the gong sounded.

I found myself sprinting towards the Cornucopia, desperate to defend myself.

[jimmylost]

OOC: first time adding lyrics to a post XD

Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view

Dustin Summerfield:
Sleep? No of course not I'm not going waste what might be my last moments with sleep. That doesn't mean I've found anything productive to with this time. Nothing better to do then just stare out at the window watching the light above the skyline attempt to overcome that of the capitol it's self. Do these people simply not believe in a time for dark. How can the live with the constant glare flowing in off the streets. All night I looked at the view of the skyline from my window, the backdrop if which was the eery glow of the city burning into the sky. “Light Pollution” my stylist had called it when he caught my look out the window the night of the interviews. With the morning light just touching the skyline it looked as if the capitol was on fire.

I wish, what I wouldn't give to see this place burn to the ground. The Districts would be free to live as they pleased and I wouldn't be here. While I'm making wishes it would have been nice to see the stars while I had the time to appreciate them. I guess the twinkling city-line would have to suffice. I hear my door open, it's my stylist telling me it's time to go. I turn to meeting his amber eyes and giving him a quick confident smile. He returns it with a wide blindingly white grin of his own. The time I've spent in this man's presence has been full of his giddiness at getting to clothe the 12's that keep stealing the games.

Soon we're on route to the arena and my stylist pulls reviles my outfit. I try to think of what kind of arnea would require so much brown but I'm not really in any state startagies. I just pull on the gold t-shirt, brown pants (pokets well thos will be useful), and boots. My stylist then hands be some asseories out of the bottom of the bag, first is a belt, makes sense but couldn't people potentially use them as weapons? Next is a hat, my stylist seems quite please with this addition, he sits it on my head so lightly I know it would fall off with the slightest movement. As soon as his hands are off my I pull the hat down so it's more comfortal. He frowns but doesn't move to change it.

Before I know it we're there. This is it. Where I'm standing at this moment is directly below the arena. Above me... I look to the ceiling expecting to see the ghost of soon to be spilled leaking through. Of course there's nothing there but it's like I can feel it dipping into my eyes and hair, staining my very soul in preparation. I stand in up straight then the tube closing around me, making real the barrier from the world I feet. The ceiling moves down to surround me, or at least that's how it seems with the smoothness of the platforms rise. Each second in motion steals away more of my breath by the time my eyes close from the thin sliver of light I can\t bring air to my lungs

I deiced to let my eyes adjust, even from behind my lids the light is blinding. I'll admit I don't want to look, I'd rather just remain blind to my end but I can't. [let the...] My eyes have adjusted, probably the only part of me that has. I try to take the time I have left to take in the arena. My eyes don't get passed my fellow tributes. They all look far more prepared then I do. I can't do this I just can't. My knees shake and then completely give up. I'm shaking far too much to re-gain my footing so I just stay still. I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to stabilize myself. It's not working.

“No. I do know, I know things in this district catch fire far too easily. Buildings, objects, people, you and me. You're coming back or I'll be all the more attached to the name you gave me. Me and this entire wretched District.” My breath calms at the memory, it drives purpose into my mind. I look to see my district partner.

I can't let her down.

“Then you better make it home”

I force myself to my feet, most my time has passed, I have no idea how long I have left but I try to use it. I force myself to focus and gather some information about my surroundings.

It's hot.

And Dusty, a Dusty arena for Dustin. That shouldn't be funny, this is no time for laughter. Regardless my mouth curls into a smile. I probably look half crazed... good I guess. I look closer, half the arena looks to be covered in sand. The other half contains varieing types of greenery. Green and tan meet together at gold where the cornucopia sits as menacing as ever and far larger then I anticipated. The items littering the ground look at this moment seem so simple, certainly not worth dieing over. There is no denieing their power though, get enough and it might just tilt the odds to your favour. I wonder if I should try and concentrate on anything to get before-

Gong

Well I guess that's my time up. I should run forward now but my feet remain frozen to the ground. For a moment I suspect some kind of capitol trick but no, it's just me. I'm paralysed. I can almost hear Ashes back home screaming at me to move. I can't, I just need this one moment this one second where I can hold myself still. I need to breath before I no longer can.

Jaime, right I have to move forward, have to fight with her. My feet have to move. I take a single step forward, a single deep breath. My moment has more then passed. I'm ready to fight.

I am ready I swear.

Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

[plantix]

I take a breath of air as I’m in the glass cylinder that will push me up to the arena above. The plate I’m standing on seems to be shaking… No wait, that’s me. When I close my eyes, I try to relax because I remember that the plate that I’m on has explosives in it. I remember that in last year’s game, a girl slipped on her plate before the gong went off and that was the end of her. I don’t want that to happen to me, so I make sure to remain completely still. The thing is, when I remain still I feel cold sweat coming from my fore head. Putting my hand to my forehead, I wipe the sweat off of my face and try to remain calm.

Just when I’ve calmed myself down a bit, the plate starts to move and it pushes me up through the cylinder. I get a small heart attack from this sudden movement and almost scream, but I think that if I move now I’ll die from the explosion, so I remain as still as a statue. My body emerges from the ground and I stand looking at the field around me. The timer has started now, I have sixty seconds to decide how I’ll play this out

60

To one of my sides, I see a huge desert. To the other, I see lots of green. I analyze the green area further and I notice that the green area is separated into two b basic parts; a jungle and a meadow. I look into the sandy area and I can’t see anything but miles and miles of sand. “At least Ali won’t drown there… “ I say jokingly, trying to lift up my spirits. Ali. My eyes dart around the field of tributes and I manage to spot her a few pads away.

30

Ali seems to be looking for me too, because when I find her, she nods at me in response. I give a sigh of relief and make my primary goal to protect her if anything bad happens. Now I can focus on the items to get from the cornucopia. I need a sword and a bag… Wow, it’s hot. The sun beats down on me and warns me of its power to scorch people. I also need those jugs to hold water for Alikia and me.

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Lacey… Please be safe… I touch the beads of that bracelet one more time…

GONG

[ali]

Admin edit - Since it was posted early, this post does NOT count toward the posting order. Please ignore this when you are counting the number of posts since your last one.

It seems like it takes eternity to make every step towards the Cornucopia. Each step seemed to take me closer to the prize but further away from sanity. I glanced over my should and saw another tribute bearing down behind me. I panic and freeze in my position staring at the tribute. I pause for a second before sticking my leg out.

Tripping? What good will that do? I think to my self as the person hurtled towards me. As they get closer I get a good look at them. They have golden and greyish blue with a body. They look emotion. My heart skips a beat as Dustin Summer Field finally reaches me and trips over my foot

[trips, Dustin Summer Field]
[dice=200+5007]
[Damaged, 0.5]

Once Dustin Summer Field is out the way, I continue sprinting to the Cornucopia, where the bloodbath is about to begin. My mind was screaming in terror as I stepped into the unknown away from my life as a normal girl. My eyes widened as I reached the shadow of the Cornucopia. As I reach the gifts I scan the litter of items. I can't seem to find a sword, which was my chosen weapon. I hear others coming and I began desperately searching the items for something to defend myself with. I see some black and slender, I grab the item. I soon realize that its a Crossbow. I begin desperately searching for arrows. My heart pounded against my chest as the heat and fear bared down on me from above. [rand=38560555453047322256260336242059739145686673964435939279521835851]

[charade]

Razor Creel

FIGHT!

“You're afraid, like I make my deals with the devil , You've been at it for years ,But couldn't reach the next level ! Let's keep it real, this is no competition to me. Even if everyone around you acts like they don't see.”

The sound of blood pumping through his veins pounded in his ears as he stood on his pedestal, waiting for the gong to sound. How many times had he imagined this moment? How many times had he watched twenty-four teenagers sprint towards the cornucopia in an effort to obtain the best that the arena had to offer? He glanced around at the other tributes. Were they scared? Did they have a plan in mind? Could anyone focus on anything other than staying alive? Razor would be lying to himself if he claimed that he wasn’t scared. Having spent so much of life preparing for this eventuality, he found himself not wholly committed to being where he was. Not that he would let anyone know that. He was district two. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid. If he was than he was being weak. And if he was weak he would be punished. Like every time his father had punished him when he screwed up. It would hurt. He knew though, that pain was necessary. It let you know that you were alive, and it divided the strong from the weak. He had better be ready to dish it out and receive it. Anticipation fluttered in his stomach.

Failure was not an option. Thoughts about Saskia Hamilton made their way into his head. That blind girl from district nine. She had seemed awfully optimistic for someone in her situation with a condition like blindness. She hadn’t seemed afraid when he had interacted with her. She was nice. Hopefully, someone else would kill her before he ever found himself having to slay her himself. He would really rather not perform that deed himself. There were plenty of others to kill. It couldn’t be that hard could it? Just hit someone until they don’t get back up. That’s all there is to it. A good majority of the tributes, probably more than half had partnered up with at least one other person. Razor hadn’t. Alliances fell apart rather quickly when someone decides to stab a friend in the back. He wouldn’t trust most of these people to share food with him, let alone walk behind him with a weapon. What happens to someone’s mind when they are betrayed by the person they thought had their back? Seat began to drip from his face. The sun was getting hot. Why hadn’t the bell sounded yet? What were they waiting for?

“I speak the truth and everybody else knows it, So set your ego to the side and just get the f*** over it. Can't waste my time on hateful people like you, So keep wishing you were me and I'll keep making you have to.”


Mind wandering back to district two, he pondered on his homes cultural mindset. He’d be punched in the face for thinking like this. It was time to clear his mind. Time to get his head in the game. The sun glinted off of his district token as he pulled it from his pocket. It was a dumbbell, no bigger than a pendent, and weighing only a few ounces. A reminder of the days he had sacrificed to train his body to its physical peak. Placing it back in his pocket, he attempted to block out the sound of his father’s voice,yelling at him for not being good enough. It was all in his head, but that didn’t make it any less real. So many days he had spent being what some people would call physically abused. But he knew all the suffering had been for a reason. Father knew best. Even if he was dead. It was a good day to be a career.

“I just can't believe it's really come to this!”

Now was not the time or place to dwell on past failures, nor to worry about what was going to happen. In the end, after all was said and done, there was only two possible outcomes. Victory or death. Razor wanted the former. And the pathway to that lay with the first step in his strategy to prevent the district twelve tributes from leaving the cornucopia. Those two would perish in the bloodbath. He couldn’t allow district twelve to disgrace his homeland any longer. There was no way he would let someone from district twelve win. No way at all.

“Is anybody else listening? Outta sight outta mind is what you'll always be.
I hold my cards to my chest. I laid my life on the line, so I expect nothing less from you!”

Tensing his leg muscles up, he prepared for the inevitability of the games to begin. It was only a matter of minutes. Or seconds. He was no longer certain how much time was left. All he knew was that it was almost time to show the citizens of Panem what he could do. They wouldn’t be disappointed. His golden shirt itched a little. Gold and brown were an interesting choice of outfit. Then he saw other tributes take off for the cornucopia. Wait what, how? Had he missed the gong due to his musing? Dang it all. Father wouldn’t approve of this. He left his pedestal and streaked towards the center, desperate to get a good weapon. Desperate to please. Desperate to live.

“Still got something left to say. Only one in the world that I depend on is me.
I need nothing from no one; I take what I need. Get a hold on yourself, and keep away from me.”


Song = 2nd sucks by A Day To Remember.

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[Lulu]

8 damage to Alikia Lombray for posting her attack too early. This post does not count towards the posting order.

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[ali]

It seems like it takes eternity to make every step towards the Cornucopia. Each step seemed to take me closer to the prize but further away from sanity. I glanced over my should and saw another tribute bearing down behind me. I panic and freeze in my position staring at the tribute. I pause for a second before sticking my leg out.

Tripping? What good will that do? I think to my self as the person hurtled towards me. As they get closer I get a good look at them. They have golden and greyish blue with a body. They look emotion. My heart skips a beat as Dustin Summer Field finally reaches me and trips over my foot

[Unarmed, Dustin Summer Field]
[dice=200+5000]
[Broken Hand, 6]

Once Dustin Summer Field is out the way, I continue sprinting to the Cornucopia, where the bloodbath is about to begin. My mind was screaming in terror as I stepped into the unknown away from my life as a normal girl. My eyes widened as I reached the shadow of the Cornucopia. As I reach the gifts I scan the litter of items. I can't seem to find a sword, which was my chosen weapon. I hear others coming and I began desperately searching the items for something to defend myself with. I see some black and slender, I grab the item. I soon realize that its a Crossbow. I begin desperately searching for arrows. My heart pounded against my chest as the heat and fear bared down on me from above.

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[Sam]

In a daze, Jaimie can't belive the day is here and she sighs, not so much nervous as she is ready. She adjusts her fedora to cover her eyes slightly and wears her best poker face, revealing nothing. The doctor, a nervous, small, bald man, comes into the room. He looks frightened, probably because of being in the presence of a tribute, and just to have some fun, Jaimie flashes him a dangerous looking grin. The man's face flushes and he quickly skitters over to her and puts the tracker into her arm. Her arm twitches and she holds back a wince. The doctor seems to run out of there as fast as his small legs can.

Jaimie's standing on her metal plate now. She waits to rise into the Arena and she thinks about her life if she won this thing. The first thing she'd do would be hug her mother and sister and tell them how much they meant to her. Then she'd visit Kayla and tell her about eveything and ask how her life had been while she'd been gone. And then she'd run. She'd run until her legs couldn't go anymore, until she was so tired she never want to move again. It would be something familiar, wonderful, exhausting. Something...beautiful.

The plate starts to move, waking Jaimie from her daze. First I have to win. She reminds herself. And I will. Her plate rises the rest of the way and she concentrates hard. She sees a grassy place with many shrubs and plants. And she knows there must be water nearby there. There. She thinks. She looks for Dustin and finds him. And then, in the beating hot sun, surrounded by unfamiliar land, she runs with her powerful legs towards the Cornucopia, a determined glint in her eyes and her lips in a smile.

[jimmylost]

Dead is the new alive
Life's only living rival
A casket built for two

Nothing else to do right? I feel like I can't believe I'm here. I can though but my mind and body seem incapable of communicating properly at this moment. I keep taking my measured steps forward unable to instill any kind of haste despite the horrors developing around me. I just keep moving. I guess that's something, better then not moving at all right?

I spot Jaimie through the sights that earn the bloodbath it's name. I force myself to ignore the signs of death blooming all around me and focus souly on her. I can do this if I take things one goal at a time. Goal one get to Jaimie. I move in her direction and am rewarded I sevear pain in my left hand. I stumble closer to my district partner shoving blindly at a person in my way.

attacks Alikia Lombray
Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
{Broken left knee damage 7 + hand to hand =8}

I overestimate the contact I was going to make and lurch too far forward landing on the ground. Laying on the ground amid the very heart of the fight, definatly not a good place to be. I turn quickly on the ground not trusting myself to get up fast enough. I look up anticipating an attack at any moment. My hand closes around the nearest thing to me. [Cat-o-ninetails obtained]

Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

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[plantix]

As soon as I heard the gong ring, I ran towards where Ali was going was to be by her side. A tribute, the boy from district twelve, comes up and looks like he’s going to attack her. Just as soon as I’m about to shout out a warning to her, she trips him. I smile at how strong she looks right now, but when I come closer to them he reflexively attacks her. “Ali!” I scream out of concern. This attacker sparks so much anger inside my soul, so I come up and try to charge at him.

[Unarmed, Dustin Summer Field]
[dice=200+5000]

When I look around after my attack, I find that there’s a whip for me to use. I grab it and turn around to try and try to look for Ali’s attacker. No one hurt's the ones I love and gets away with it.
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[charade]

It was chaotic. That was the word. Everyone that had reached the cornucopia so far was starting to go at it. Blood would be in the air soon. Razor caught glimpses of tributes he recognized, and ones that were completely unfamiliar. Best not to think about it. He scanned the ground, looking for something of use. There were many items scattered around the place, but he couldn’t maneuver around the people in his way to get at them. What he really needed right now was a weapon. Was that? Yes, off to his left, Razor spied a unclaimed machete. However, there were a few tributes already fighting in between him and his current goal. Splendid, he thought sarcastically. Father woudldn't be happy. " You're damn right I'm not. What do you think you're doing son?" Razor paused. That was his father's voice. But that man was dead. "Doesn't matter that I'm dead boy. I'm not about to have you muck it up in front of thousands of people. Attack already!" No. No,no,no. This wasn't happening.

"Oh, but it is happening boy. And no amount of wishing me away is going to work. I spent too much time molding you to what you are. NOW DO SOMETHING!"

Moving swiftly, he made his way around where the fighting was saw a girl and a guy duking it out. Razor swung a fist at the male, meeting the others gray eyes for a split second.

[Attacks Dustin Summerfield]
Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
[Fat lip - 1.5]
He hit the lad straight in the mouth.

The games had just barely started and razor feared he might be going crazy. "You're not crazy lad." The voice said. "Now grab a weapon. I'll be checking in on you every now and then. Talk to you later son." Wonderful. He turned quickly and grabbed a blade off of the ground.

[Obtained: Machete]

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[Sam]

Jaimie screams, "Dustin!" She runs to him and lashes out with her strong leg at a girl who looks as if she's going to hurt him, Dicentra Gambler.

Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
(Fat Lip, 1.5 damage)

She sees a mace and she grabs it quickly.


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[ali]

I screamed out in pain as a sharp shattering pain shot up my left knee. The world blured into one for a few seconds as my knee throbbed. It was broken. I knew it. I was done for. My hands blindly searched for the arrows, and to my luck I found them. Fumbling in agony I shoved one into the cross bow. I carefully rolled onto my back. I screamed in pain and looked at for a target.

There were more here, I could see Dustin. He'd done this to me. Sudenly I felt angry. I never felt angry. Never in a million years. But I was angry at Dustin. He had ruined my chances at making it alive. In a furious rage I aimed painfully at him.


[attacks Dustin Summerfield, Bow]
[dice=200+4000]
[shallow cut on back damage 4]

The arrow skimmed his back. I cursed and reached behind me. I felt a bag so dragged it closer. I then fumbled for another arrow.



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[Lulu]

Sam, your post MUST be at least a DECENT SIZED PARAGRAPH long, otherwise it is considered a filler. One more post that's short like that and you'll take 8 damage.

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