Week Two: Log Chopping

[gamemaker kelsier]

Log Chopping



Welcome to the log chopping event! During this event, you will be using an axe to cut a log. It's quite simple, you will be timed seeing how long it takes you to cut through a 150 pound (68.1kg) log. After every competitor has gone, the times will be tallied and whoever has the fastest time will win! remember to make your district proud!

The execution of this event is quite simple. You may roleplay your character getting ready to start chopping through the log. At the end of your post, roll [*roll=2000+2000]. It will give you your time.(example if 3336 is rolled a decimal point will be added to make it 33.36 seconds) After you post, you may edit your post roleplaying out the actual event. After everyone has posted, you can edit your post to show the overall results. The scores will be updated continuously.

There isn't a posting order.

Good luck and have fun!

Participants:
1. Esther Foris [grim] - 23.09
2. Monica Temporona [arrows] - 35.21
3. Yale Manetho [earthling] - 36.48
4. Fletcher Spruce [frankel] - 27.40
5. Willow Oak [puppy] - 33.37
6. Eryn Sconosciuto [cameo]
7. Wynn Sawdust [arcticwoof] - 24.55
8. Blanche Summit [avalon] - 38.41


FIRST
Ester Foris [grim]


SECOND
Wynn Sawdust [arcticwoof]

THIRD
Fletcher Spruce [frankel]

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Fletcher Spruce

Deciding on doing these games were on my own call, finally I had done something not forced on me. The only event which took my interest is the log chopping; most of the others were already full or for little children. Seriously, what is the amusement of cracking a egg on your forehead? The log chopping seemed to give off more skill and hopefully I obtain such skill.

Fortunately, neither of my brothers is interested in these games, so will not be humiliating me in the audience. I am surprised Spencer took no interest, he is usually the competitive type.

Inspecting the log I am to dismantle, it just looks like the ones I do at work. I am surprised if there are any foreigners in this event, how are they to match up to the lumbers in Seven? We basically, live and breathe logs. And what do they do? Nit and mine? Picking up the axe, I’d prepare myself to begin. Chop Chop Chop Fletch

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27.40

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[pup]

Willow Oak

My brown hair falls over my shouldure as I walk from my house in district seven to the area where the Highland games are being held. My bad leg is pulled across the ground with me as I find the area which says log chopping. I am a member of district seven, I should win this or at least be in the top three. All other competitors should be scared of me, the one who will crush them. I have spent my whole life chopping down trees. No lamo sewer is going to beat me at my own game.

I take an axe and pull my leg over to one if the trees and grin. This will be over soon. As soon as they yell start. I start to chop away with the axe, my arms swining swiftly and landing hard strokes against the tree. I will win this if it is the last thing I do.

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Time: 33.37 fail2000+2000

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

W Y N N

Wynn was waking up to the second week of the Highland Games, taking place in his home district and luckily not having to travel to either of the other two districts to compete with them. Competition. Such a simple word, yet it means so much to so many. He would sigh as he would make his way through the district and towards the Highland Games grounds where he would be competing today, in a event that most from District 7 would enjoy. Time would fly by and suddenly he felt an axe in his hand as life would turn from off to on as he found himself in front of a large log, too. It was time to try and win, and wynn he would try. Ding.

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24.55 seconds jfc

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

YALE MANETHO

Yale can't quite make sense of the schedule he's given for Week Two. Some of the events he was sure to place in have been swapped for others. Not that he would complain or even say anything to the organizers. But he wondered if he would make his district proud, when Log Chopping wasn't at all attuned to his finer skills.

He showed up right on time, an easy, vague smile on his face. A few competitors preceded him, one making instantaneous work of the log. The crowd was still cheering for Wynn as Yale approached the fat log allotted to him. He studied it while he centered his grip on the new axe. He hefted it, let it fall, hefted it again and again until he lost track of time.

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36.48 fail

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[Arrows]

----- Monica Temporona -----

Rage burned like a vicious fire within the cataclysmic core of Monica as she stormed through her overly packed District. Like a fool she had messed up in the axe throwing competition and gotten one of the lowest scores. One of the lowest! She was suppose to be from District Seven! However she wouldn't let her last event follow her now with a new axe in her hands. This next competition had to be hers or Ripred knows what she would do. She had spent her entire life chopping wood and being teased for it, burned for it. If there was any sort of retribution for all her suffering due to this grueling job it would be given to her now in the form of absolute victory. Monica was strong and she would accept nothing less than victory. So when the buzzer went off she began with the burning memories of her past eating away at her mind. It. Was. Never. For. Nothing. Never.

Time to get chopping:
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{35.21 poor dear}

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[grim.]

E S T H E R.

The axe throwing was just to get a sense for what I was really getting myself into. This was were I would really shine. I may not be the largest of people, but I sure knew how to use an axe in this way. I wanted to prove that I was capable of more then the pathetic show I had put on earlier. In all honesty some of these men were rather large, and though they were fun to look at I knew I was at a disadvantage. But at this moment I was going to try, because I was tired of being left behind.
[ooc: this is blitz rn cause I am trash, it should be filled by tomorrow <3]

[result]

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[23.09]

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[Avalon]

S U M ♚ M I T

"what do i have to prove?"

The words still etched into my mind at the speech that rang from another's mouth, "Blanche Summit for Third place, in axe throwing!" It was satisfactory, the feeling, although I'd never came here to show or prove, but it was little things along the way. My mind wanders back to Stella, and how years and years ago we'd all play with each other outside, making our own little version of the Highland Games. Occasionally, I'd peak my eyes up to her window, the lone one that showed the world her room, and sometimes I'd catch glimpses of her face through the dirt and grime film.

"Blanche Summit."

Drawing my attention, my name is called upon, chosen out of the numerous amounts of people that've signed up for the events. Finally, it'd been my turn to go, and I didn't know much of what to expect, besides memories of my childhood to come flowing back. And even if it were never as extravagant and professional as this, it was still some of the best times I've ever spent with them. With my family whose screams now echo through the halls, and some who hide behind closed doors, adapting traits to fill Stella's empty hole she left us with. But I suppose- that's just how life was meant to be.


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Time: 38.41 seconds
[way to suck]

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[gamemaker kelsier]

closed! Thanks to those who participated.