A Moment of Truth [ID v. Pitfall Lizards]

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I a g o
I z a r – M c C l a i n e

•••

What do you want to be when you grow up?

[/color] I see him in my dreams again, my voice calling out to Sampson as the two of us sit out in the corn fields. My vision is cloudy but clearer when the sun shines down into my eyes. We’re just outside earshot of his family’s porch. He sits on his behind, his overalls flopping down past his shoulders, and gives me a grin. I ain’t thought about it much.[/color] He says, and my skin crawls. I’m not dressed in my khaki pants and pressed shirt, but the armor that gifted to me in the arena. I shake my head and take a step closer. A slow fire builds in my stomach. What do you mean you haven’t thought about it? You’ve got to know—got to have a feeling.[/color] He stares back at me and squints his eyes. The wind ruffles his long hair and finally he gives a shrug of his shoulders. I want to raise my fist and slam it into his face, but he speaks before I can take another step.

You got it wrong.[/color] He says it simply, as though answering a question I hadn’t asked. What?[/color] I whisper out. I drop my hands to my sides, suddenly heavy. What are you going on about Sampson?[/color] He grunts and stands slowly from his spot on the ground. He wipes off the dirt and grass that’s collected on his cuffs. You judge people based on what they are, ain’t that it? Cuttin’ em up for being what they are—like you’re king of the castle.[/color] I clench my fist and shake my head. You take that back—you don’t know a damn thing you—[/color] But he cuts me off, and takes a step so he’s right in my face. You tell everybody that you don’t care what they think, but that’s the biggest, ugliest lie I’ve ever heard in my life.[/color]He spits at the ground. I thought you promised you would tell the truth. I thought you said you wanted to live all honest. Ain’t that what you said?[/color]

I’m forced back, heart suddenly thumping at his approach. I’m more scared now than I was in the bloodbath, or when Cassie and Shadow tried to break me. I am honest. I am![/color] He shakes his head again. You ain’t honest with nobody! You liar, you filthy liar![/color] He takes a swing at me, and I fall backwards onto my butt. You want to come home, you want to! I seent it—and you ain’t bein’ honest with nobody![/color] I shake my head but I’m weak now. No words come from my open mouth. You know what your problem is, Iggo?[/color] He uses my diminutive—just about the only person I’ve ever let in my life—and I’m silent. You care so much about what you’re going to be. You go on and on about what other people should be, judgin’ them about not living with the truth and doing bad things. You tore out a girl’s eyes on account of wanting to show everyone what you’re capable of.[/color] I grit my teeth, but I can’t bear to bring myself to strike this gossamer. But you care so much about what you is, and not who you is! [/color]

I shrink back and shake my head again. You a liar. You do care. You ain’t nothing but a terrible liar. And you think just ‘cause you can’t be happy, you ought to take it out on everyone else.[/color] I stand now, the fire suddenly burning in my stomach. You filthy little freak! I ought to have let you die![/color] And in the rush I move to swing at him with my glaive, my aim for his head.

I awake on the fourth morning drenched in sweat. It’s started to rain down and the cool of the ice cube has left me shivering. Emery had been hard enough to just get to leave the Ice Cube after what happened. Scout was better—or so I believed—and all of us were just as worn and weathered as shirt on my back. My stomach rumbles, and I think about opening the can of baby food. I decide to save it for the afternoon, so I have a reward for myself. I don’t think of the boys whose faces light the sky. Mantel had come and gone—I wondered if Cerise had been able to strangle him with his entrails as she promised. I stand, my legs quivering and my body still in a fog. Perhaps it would be better if I had a bite to eat? I open the container of food and done the thing in minutes, not caring it tastes like the fertilizer that lines the fields in Eleven.

You a liar. You a liar. You a liar![/color] The words tumble back and forth in my head on our march toward a strange monument in the distance. I don’t speak, both because I have nothing to say to my allies and because every time I open my mouth, I think of Sampson shrieking at me, telling me how every word I say is nothing but a string of lies. You a liar, you a liar, you a liar![/color] We walk on, heads heavy and hearts beating to different rhythms. I pray for today to bring a swift death to the other nine, though I know this wishful thinking is for fools.

“Is that… a nest?” I say incredulously. Giant bits of straw seem to have forged a giant nest, and peeking over it, three black as night eggs. I want to get a closer look, but no sooner have we entered the field and thicket where the thing is perched than do four thick lizards stalk out at us. They’re the same Benat faced in his games, and immediately I struggle to light my tar on my glaive. If I’m as lucky as he, I’ll get out without having poison course through my games. I charge forward, taking aim at the first I see, and swing hard.

[Iago Izar-McClaine uses his tar and match to light his glaive]
[Iago Izar-McClaine slashes his flaming glaive at pitfall lizard numero uno]

[dice=200+13000]
[result: 13084 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage]

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[result: 10 - Extinguished fml]
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[Rosetta]

So sorry for fillering! I will fill this in! I just want to get this thread going.

Scout wakes up, feels better, and then AH GIANT NEST? let's go check it out-oh wait, lizards.

[Scout attacks lizard NUMBER 1, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[bruised right wrist/claw? 3]


[also if one of my allies is cool with it can they start a fire-i'm sorry, i forgot to purify my two water jugs i'm dumb okay sorry!!!!!!!!!!]

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[shrimp]

(also fillering because there's a comp sci test on thursday and I have to rewrite my art final proposal because I changed my project and I have to work on my other art final rough draft and I have to make a presentation for Olympus Has Fallen for Race & Film in US Culture and History, so sorry)

- ewe is surprised that no one has jumped him yet
- perhaps they just don't care enough
- he doesn't really care enough anymore he really just dislikes Emery and Iago
- so he won't take their shit
- and so they're wandering and walk towards the Bird's Nest
- it's so large and tall and Ewe doesn't want to know whose home they're visiting
- but look there are pitfall lizards and he's freaked out because he remembers people dying from pitfall lizards
- also poison
- eek

{ewe flails at pitfall lizard #2; glaive}
[dice=200+13000]
{Deep Gash on Cheek; 8.5 damage}

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“Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.” – William Faulkner

Everything looks the same as it did when I opened my eyes yesterday morning. The sun peeks over the horizon with its same old phony expression, the sky is again a murky shade of greyish blue, and the air still smells like inevitable death. Iago is rolling around in his disturbed sleep; luckily, I didn’t have any nightmares last night. My brother failed to find his way out of the chamber of memories I’ve locked him in, never running down the empty hallway of thought.

I don’t like thinking about my past much. Then again, I’m not too fond of the present for that matter. The future isn’t such an uplifting feeling either. That’s everyone’s problem, you know? They all think too much – hold onto silly things from their past, try to make the most of the present moment, and plan their future ones – but they don’t get it. They don’t understand the fact that they will never win. Even I managed to forget it yesterday when I climbed that ice cube, assuming it would give me something, thinking I might have a victory to wrap my head around. However, I know I will never win in this fight against time, against the Capitol, against the past that has plagued my thoughts. But at least I can win against ignorance; at least I can accept the fact that this world exists without meaning and take my victory in that single piece of knowledge.

Once everyone’s awake, we’re on our feet again – four people who have come together for no apparent reason, not a single thread of similarity tying our thoughts together. I don’t understand the tributes who quite nearly and dearly attempt to craft new families out of the tributes they meet; make the best of the moment - ha. Well, the moment doesn’t even exist – the present is just an illusion and no one can see it! We’re all stuck putting our values in something that’s just bound to disappear in only a matter of time. Time, time, time – he’s all around us. We try to measure him and control him with clocks and stopwatches and chronology itself, but Time never said we had to organize things by the order in which they occur. They all occur, they will always occur, they’re still occurring! And suddenly, appearing right before us are four lizards. But they were always there, weren’t they? Just the same, we’re already dead, we’re already gone, we’re already hopeless. At least I can accept it.

So I pull myself forward without a thought, determined to never give up on giving up.

[attacks #2, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Bruised Right Shin - 2]

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[cass]

Ben –

There were a lot of things wrong with Ben. Number one he was rather fat; his legs had a difficult time propelling him forwards. It meant his gait was rather awkward, one leg lifting up high, slapping down onto the ground. The other followed hesitantly, as though testing the ground before setting itself down. Sometimes the toes would struggle to even touch the ground. He was very fat, after all. Number two… no, it was just his obesity that was the problem. It lead to everything else wrong with his life, you know, lack of self-confidence, sexual frustration, social awkwardness. Yeah, it was a difficult life. And then it got worse. Something with two legs and a sharp thing attacked him. And Ben really didn’t like it. So he pulled himself forwards – on his thick, chubby legs—and attacked.

[attacks Iago – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[miss]

Bob –

Bob didn’t have a brain. Well he was sure he did, but he couldn’t remember. But then he couldn’t remember if he had two legs or four, maybe he had five, after all what on Earth was that giant thing that was connected to his ass? He had no freakin clue. It was crazy, really. He didn’t even know why his face was so long, or why his legs were so short. Or why when he moved he dragged himself forwards and his belly almost dragged on the ground. He couldn’t even remember what his name was. But the other’s called him Bob. Then suddenly he was stumbling headfirst over a hill, teeth clacking, tongue hanging out the side if his face – was it a tongue? The word just popped into his head – when those hoo-mans popped up in front of them. Bob jumped.

[attacks Scout – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[dg 8 -- poisoned]

Barry –

Barry Von Nielonschumauzer was very intelligent. He had a brain; he had four legs, a tail, teeth and a tongue. He was just missing the parts that defined him as a male. Instead they told of a different story, and apparently those parts deemed him a female. He did not believe that. He felt very masculine, he had no urge to get down and dirty with the people he wondered around wit. Instead he wanted to frickle freckle with another female; show her his sharp edges and charm. Even though it would get him nowhere. He was smart enough to know that when the homo sapiens stepped in front of them he had to kill them. So he attacked with those beautiful teeth of his. Yep, any girl would be lucky to have him.

[attacks Ewe – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc 3.5 -- poisoned]

Bill –

Looks were everything. They made you up, they created you and they destroyed you. Bill was certain that his likes were everything, and that he was going to get every girl in his way. But the only girl on this love-sick pitfall’s mind was Barry. Beautiful, sexy, amazing Barry. She was pretty, she was strong, brave and everything Bill wanted in a girl. And he loved her. Flexing his arms he strode forwards, preparing to protect her if any danger come by their way. The four pitfall lizards were the bestest of friends. They lived together, slept together, ate together and killed together. Bill would do anything for these guys just as long as it didn’t affect his smashing appearance. But when the four humans stepped out he felt threatened. They attacked his friends and so he felt like it was only right to repay the favour. And so he did just that, teeth snapping, saliva dripping from his mouth.

[attacks Emery – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc 3.5 -- poisoned]

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I a g o
I z a r – M c C l a i n e

•••

You a liar?

[/color]

I had never been so shaken by a question. There was a good many things I had become—devious, hardhearted, determined—but dishonest could not have been counted among them, could it? The rest of the tributes and folks at home could call me what they wanted, but leave the word liar out of it. I couldn’t say that I’d ever been fooling anyone, or tried to hoodwink them. Bullied and bruised, certainly, but there was no a slight of hand here. You a liar.[/color] Sampson’s voice rings out in my head again as I stare down one of the beasts. The lizard’s sickening teeth flash white and I nearly drop my glaive. They haven’t just come to defend this nest: they’ve come to rip the flesh from our bones. I cross my footing and sidestep as it lunges. My body is safe, but as I turn I see my allies have not been so lucky.

You want to go home.[/color] The world slows as we face these beasts, engineered with hate by the capitol. I shake my head at the thought. I could imagine my cousins watching at this moment, all of them breathless as I stare down the same lizards that had nearly taken Benat’s life. Was Sampson praying for me, and whispering to the stars from his bedside? I had hated spending the night, cramped up against little Sampson, with his bigger brothers sharing their uncomfortable mattress as though it were ten times the size it was. I would rather cut off both of my thumbs than to go back to those fields, waving with grain and stalks of corn, ready to be plucked in the hot sun. I could think of no place I would not want to be less than on his family’s porch, where we had spent summer afternoons playing cards and playing with his dog, Gregor.

I remember when Benat would come along, and he’d wrestle little Sampson to the ground. He’d rub his head with his fist with a laugh before tossing him onto the hard wood. I’d stand there with a sheepish grin—that was until he’d wrap an elbow around my neck, and remind me that just because I was a little bigger than Sampson didn’t exclude me from getting a noogie. And then there were the dinners with all of us, where my mother and father would play nice with the rest of the rattily dressed family. We’d sit down to the tiny bowls of food cooked with sauces that had been passed down for three generations, making the savory morsels all the better. I can still see my grandfather sipping at his pipe and blowing circles over the table and letting out that deep throated, warbling laugh.

Why would I want to go back to a place where I could walk down a stretch of road and point out each and every cousin I was bound to pass? There was no future there, not with those simpletons. Sampson was dumb enough to believe that he could be happy. Even after the games had come and swept up his brother, and hovered their specter over him, he hadn’t given up believing. I could have always counted on him having my back, even when I was low down, rotten scoundrel to him. Because he’d believed that it wasn’t about what I’d done to him—I was family. I was a boy that had two parents that kept me on the straight and narrow, the Izar that was supposed to be perfect or as damn near close as I could be. I was demanding, I was exacting, I was searching for the brass ring in a place made of tin.

I was—I was a liar.[/color]

I stared back at the lizard that Ewe had slashed, the very same that had cut hard into Scout’s arm. I could have cut and run, maybe left them to die. But today I wasn’t a liar. Today I wasn’t going to hide behind my anger or cut ups to show that I was above the fray. Today was the day that I needed to be honest. Perhaps with myself first and foremost—but if we got out of this alive, with Emery, with Scout, even with Ewe. “Go eat a bag of dicks, you slimy assholes,” I scream out, my voice cracking as I angle my glaive toward the second lizard.

[Iago Izar-McClaine changes his target and stabs his glaive at lizard #2, Bob]

[dice=200+13000]
[result:13171 -- Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage]

"I want to go home." I say, panting. I look over at Emery. "I want to go home."
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[Rosetta]

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I scream as the lizards take a chunk out of me and my own blood splatters the ground. Tears are welling my eyes as waves of agony pass right up through me. Four lizards? Four vicious mutts? Was this our punishment? Were they Brendon, Vesp, Hope and Sophia? Were they here to eke our revenge? Were they here to gorge my eyes out, open my stomachs and scoop out my entails? I can feel the heaviness of Brendon’s blood on my hands, Vesp’s blood in my mouth and I stumble back as I swing my flail about it. With a gasp, I land with my back against the nest, rustling it, as the lizards launched into attack on my allies.

“Guys! Guys!” I am screaming, trying to get them to flee, get away, but it’s not use. In the heat of battle, my voice is lost. We just need to keep fighting. I make to step forward and then a wave of nausea hits me and I slid down against the nest again. I’m nauseous again, my stomach is lurching, but even worse…there’s a burning feeling in the spot that the lizard bit me. With trembling lips, I glance down at it, watching blood dribble down my skin as my head begins to ache. Am I sick again? And then it hits me.

I’ve been poisoned.

“No,” I mumble, my voice stricken with horror and eyes wide, I glance furiously at my allies, “Guys! Guys! They’re poisonous! Stop! Get away!” But, it’s too late. I watch, stomach lurching horribly, as the lizards dig their teeth into both Emery and Ewe, narrowly missing Iago. But, they’ll get him soon enough. All of us. Poisoned.

The spot where the needle pricked me in my arm is also burning. It’s not going to work again. It already did. My heart begins to race, thumping wildly against my chest and I frantically think, no, no, relax. The poison is just pumping through you faster. Tears are pouring into my mouth, and I glance up at the sky. “Ardal,” I whisper, “Bertie, Carlos.” Fear is stronger than the poison. This can’t be happening again. Will I get another chance? Is this the nicer, fairer way to go? Slipping into a poison-induced coma? Would I rather be ripped to pieces? But, a choked sob rises in my throat. I don’t want to die. Oh no, Ardal, please don’t let me die.

Iago is our last hope. My eyes, already sliding into horrible, horrible lack of focus, try to zero in on him. He’s unaffected. He’s our last hope. Maybe he can help. Maybe…I pull myself off of the nest with much difficulty, swallowing hard. “Iago…Iago,” my voice is faint, but I swallow hard and try again, “Iago! Be careful!”

Ardal wouldn’t approve of Iago, but he’d do it in his quiet way. He wouldn’t love him. He’d tolerate him. I’ve tried, Ardal, I’ve tried. But it’s hard not to love who might be your last hope…maybe if I did something…if I saved him. Iago mustn’t get poisoned as well. With a great breath, I launch myself forward, flail in hand.

[scout attacks first lizard, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[broken collarbone, 6.5]

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[shrimp]

When it bites into me time stops, eyes bulge; I can almost feel the toxins seeping through my blood, rushing towards my lungs, my heart, my brain, everything and I just want it to go away, taking its poison with it. I'm going to die today. There's no one who would want to sponsor a cripple, especially if he hasn't killed anything yet. My family doesn't make enough money to even buy me a cracker, much less antivenom which costs who knows how much - enough for even a Capitolite to be skeptical about purchasing it I'd assume - so for me it's death that's fast approaching, no matter if these lizards die. Iago evades his death threat as of now, but Scout and Emery are in the same boat as I am. Or maybe not; people like Emery after all, and Scout got antivenom yesterday - maybe they'll get their wishes granted.

They need to go away you need to go away get lost I don't want to see your faces anymore, your scaly faces that know we're dead as sundown falls. You've already done your damage. I can feel a panic attack rising, my hands are shaking, I'm sweating and this isn't the poison's direct doing but it's still its fault. I feel like I've been thrown overboard without a life jacket, drowning in the waters that once taught me how to swim and strengthen my leg, how to grab the pearls from the deep deep sea and use just enough bait for crabs that they won't attract less valuable prey. This time there's no Eye or Mum or Dad to save me from the treacherous hands that drag me towards hell. I'm on my own.

Eye would never stop fighting; neither can I. Eye would fight until the last bit of poison clouded what sanity he had left, fight until his heart stopped and he dropped dead on the ground. He'd fight for his family, for his friends, for his honor. District 4 doesn't have much; admittedly we have more than others. Honor though, honor is what we seek to obtain, aim to keep. I can't let them down now. I've already done that so many times in the past that if I do it now I will never recover.

I still remember the expression on their faces when I was sent home with bruises and a black eye, when the teacher said that they liked to poke fun at me, that it was all fun and games, that kids will be kids. Disappointment, shame, a broken pride. They didn't speak to me much for the rest of the day, Mum telling me to go and find some flowers for her to put in a vase, Dad promising that he'd teach me how to tie knots the next day. Only Eye was there for me that afternoon; we went fishing, the sun trailing behind us as we walked towards the docks. I caught a flounder that day - it was strange, just like me. Eye said that it may look weird but it's weird for a reason, that it's weird because that's how it survives.

I wish I could do the same.

{ewe flails at lizard #2 (Bob?) ; glaive}
[dice=200+13000]
{Miss; 0.0 damage}

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"How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
- Kurt Vonnegut

I can’t feel anything: not my hands or my heart or even the shallow cut this stupid lizard just gave me. The only thing littering my thoughts is the memory of My brother is still standing behind me with that satisfied grin on his face. He made me into a killer – he made me that and now he thinks he owns me, huh? The faucet is still running, washing the blood from my hands but never the sin. I’m not sure who the girl in the mirror is but I’m not sure I want to know either, not after the horror she'd just committed. So I break my eyes away from the red on my hands and instead focus on the red in his eyes. “What do you think it’s like?” I ask, both the tears and the pain having dried up, my mind having settled into a vast canyon of indifference.

“What what’s like?” He seems to be caught off guard.
“Dying – do you think it hurts?"
“Oh…well, I’m pretty sure you just stop feeling.”
“Then I must be” Dead

faces in the sky mean nothing to me. Dead faces on the ground mean even less. Dead hearts scattered across my memory -- forget about them. Everything is dead; everything will be dead. Death, whether past, present, or future, is still death.

I can’t feel anything, and somehow that fact doesn’t scare me nor does it anger me nor does it make me feel content with my life. Instead, it just makes me feel more nothing.

"I want to go home," Iago says, but he doesn't understand.

“Only the dead go home,” I whisper.

I must be dead.

[attacks #1, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Miss - 0]

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[cass]

Ben –

Damn his fat legs and body! Damn his inability to move his flubber off of the ground and attack! Goddammit, he knew he should have gone on that diet, but no. He had decided to instead eat some more, defying his decision with his horrid will power. Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot. Snarling with more rage and anger then he thought he had within him Ben lunge, a ball of fat, flubber and anger leaping at the first thing he could touch.

[attacks Iago – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[miss -- omg even]

Bob –

Without a brain he had done it. Without a brain he had struck true, opening up a deep wound in that little girl. The snarl of victory that had torn itself from his lips was so beautiful and glorious that he almost lost himself within his triumph. It was just fabulous to know that you didn't need a brain to kill a hoo-man. With something close to a 'whoop' of joy he spun in a circle before attacking once more, eager to kill.

[attacks Scout – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc 3.5]

Barry –

It was displeasing to know she wasn't doing so well. She, no. It was he. Well he was annoyed, oh so very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very annoyed. It was of the utmost importance that she be annoyed with her -- his pathetic show of power. He was supposed to be brave, and how on earth was he going to prove to the other's that she was a he if she couldn't even help kill a few ugly two legged beasts? It was just disgraceful! Growling she stepped backwards and then forwards and then back again before striking with her sharp teeth.

[attacks Ewe – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc 4.5]

Bill –

Oh how delighted was Bill! His attack had been exactly the same as the girl he was just completely in love with. Whereas she seemed ready to slit some throats at the shocking move she had done he was over the moon. He was in complete synch with the sexy beast he wanted to do the frick frack with. He was delighted when it came to skipping forwards and once more attacking the beasts that had dared to invade his home. This was very much fun.

[attacks Emery – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc 3.5]

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I a g o
I z a r – M c C l a i n e

•••

Did they trust me enough to save them? Scout calls out to me, as though somehow I’m any better than the rest of them at taking out these gigantic lizards. Truth be told, I was acting on pure adrenaline, my body moving just a millisecond faster than the ferocious beasts. Somehow I had avoided their jaws; somehow I had managed to get my blade to clatter against their rough hides twice. They were all monstrous and fat, with jaws looking as though they could take off an arm if we got too close to them. I tried to be my cousin as I had seen him in his fight against these lizards, fast on his feet, riddled with luck, and moving away from their gnashing mouths. Somehow I managed to turn again, just as one of them snapped at my arm.

I wish I could have shattered the thing’s skull. I should have been more afraid of the fact that one cut into my skin would leave me poisoned, but in all honesty, I just wanted to destroy these fuckers. I wanted to slice them up into little pieces for so much as looking at us crossways—they had been sent here to do that, hadn’t they? I wasn’t about to let an overgrown lizard take us down today. Besides, they weren’t nearly as menacing as the blades of my competitors. I grunted as I moved closer to one of them. My glaive was at the ready for another attack, and I hoped I could do enough to slice its neck clear of its head. Unfortunately, none of us had the proper skill to do such a thing.

It takes another moment, but I amble toward the waiting lizard, and bring my glaive high above my head. A part of me swears that I could hear cannon shots in the distance, but I don’t pause for a moment. It’s time for all of us to bring this to an end, not pay attention to who might be alive. The night sky would tell me, should I manage to get away from these beasts. I let out another yell and turn from a jog into a run. Maybe if I ever get to see myself on a replay, I won’t be horribly embarrassed at the way I handled all of this. I bring my weapon down, aimed for the thing’s neck.

[Iago Izar-McClaine slashes his glaive at lizard #2, Bob]

[dice=200+13000]
[result:13156 -- Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage]

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[Rosetta]

fillering because i have to run and i want to get this show on the round, I DO PROMISE I WILL FILL IT IN


ahh we're poisoned help scout is crying because she wants her dad and brothers help help she attacks Bob

[attacks bob numero deux, flail]
[dice=200+12000][rand=3844819588121027136690769111737639304208848625426632445901632309]

[shrimp]

sorry sorry sorry D:

{ewe flails at pitfall lizard #1; glaive}
[dice=200+13000]
{ Shallow Cut on Left Thigh; 3.5 damage}

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[Deleted]

"How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
- Kurt Vonnegut

Somehow the rest of my alliance is not quite as competent as myself, as they continue to slash their swords and glaives at these slimy little lizards whereas all I need are my own two feet. Of course, however, little Scout from Eleven manages to kill one, leaving me slightly, but barely, impressed. For the crybaby that she is, at least she's not completely useless. Same with Ewe -- I guess I don't get them enough credit. They've done their fair share of killing in these games without having lost their heads yet. Although I oftentimes can't stand the cripple, especially after he actually tried to stand up to me, at least he's quiet the rest of the time. The world needs more quiet people. It really does.

I'm pretty sure these little lizard things are poisonous, but if they are, I still don't feel anything. I haven't felt anything for a long time now but you know, maybe I want to. Maybe I would if I were any place other than here; if I had any other face besides this one; if I hadn't given my heart away so readily last time I tried to use it, only to watch my brother come in and rip it to pieces in the end.

But it's too late now -- to late to feeling anything other than the nothingness that surrounds me. Ignoring the fact that one of the other lizards is already dead and that I could make a run for it right now and get out of here, I pull my feet forward once again, hoping to inflict the pain on these stupid lizards that I've forgotten how to feel.

[attacks #1, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[bruised right femur - 3]

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[cass]

Ben –

Dear lord he sucked. He had missed again. How was he ever going to prove himself valuable to the others if he couldn't lift his fat legs off of the ground. Bob was dead. He had to fight. And so he did.

[attacks Iago – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[block -- idek anymore]

Bob –

The world went dark for Bob. They called it death.

Barry –

That ugly little girl had killed Bob, that had been Barry's friend, you know? That was cruel and rude. Barry had liked Bob. And being the heroic make she was she leapt at his killer.

[attacks Scout – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[sc 3.5]

Bill –

Bill wasn't having fun anymore. Bob was dead. And he was sad, now. Bob was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Gone, never to see the light of day again, never alive to stare at the beauty that was Barry. And with the sadness on his heart he lunged, desperate for payback.

[attacks Emery – Teeth/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[dg 8]

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