Quick Fix Game 5: The Hunger Games!

[Macen he/him]

Ceni - 16 year old Female tribute from District 3 signing up.

Ceni has always been rather good with electronics of all sorts. She has a certain knack for anything that transmits or receives a signal. When she was younger her grandfather had a very old radio. Her grandfather always told her it was from 'before'. A fascination with this radio drove her to a passion for receivers and transmitters.

Throughout schooling it became apparent that Ceni was made to be an engineer in the communications department. Those dreams were cut short by her being selected to participate in the hunger games.

While terrified to be in the hunger games, Ceni is resolved to do her best to make it out alive. Only time will tell how she performs.

[Peng the Just he/him]

Thanks. I assume President Snow is still the President (my Panem lore is rusty)?

Nope. This is before his time. Interestingly enough, the current presidents name is president king.

naming pattern remind you of anyone? The Lord ruler perhaps?

Edited December 16, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[tusoud16 he/him]

Ok so I like a lot of the ideas that are coming in on this. However I have a feeling a lot of you guys don't understand that the Hunger Games is meant to be a complete blood bath. Betrayal and broken alliances should be expected. I feel like we should keep an idea of pure Hunger Games you can lie etc. again just my opinion do with it what you will.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Those were just suggestions on how we play. No doubt there will be plenty of lying and backstabbing, since there can be only one winner. That was just Newan's approach to this. 

[Macen he/him]

I think you might be underestimating how conniving most of these miscreants are. There is a ton of subterfuge going on in this group - we will put on a good show.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

For sure. 

 

Peng, do we need to include you in our three PMs?

[little wilson she/her]

we will put on a good show.

 

I'm going to hold you to that, Macen. I expect a very good show.

[Macen he/him]

But Ceni is such a quite girl. She wouldn't hurt a fly...

[Peng the Just he/him]

For sure. 

 

Peng, do we need to include you in our three PMs?

You don't need to, but it would amuse me to see them and I could help with any rules questions that arise.

[tusoud16 he/him]

Those were just suggestions on how we play. No doubt there will be plenty of lying and backstabbing, since there can be only one winner. That was just Newan's approach to this. 

Completely understood man I was just wanting to make sure you weren't setting any presidents.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Completely understood man I was just wanting to make sure you weren't setting any presidents.

Oh for sure. Anyways, I doubt most people would stick to things like that. I've played too many of these games to think that way.

Some RP:

Mill had been working hard in the forest when they had been called back to the square for the Reaping. All the loggers slung their axes over their shoulders and began to head back. Mill stayed for a moment, as he always did. The others left him alone. They knew what he did and helped cover him. He brought out the wooden pendant that had belonged to his sister from its hiding place in the ground and kissed it.

"Hey, sis. I don't have much time. It's the Reaping today," Mill whispered to the wooden wing necklace. "It's my last year in, but I had to put some extra names in this year to get some extra food for Ma. After today, I'm safe. I won't have to worry about these Games any more. Watch out for me, won't you? Wish me luck. Bye," Mill finished and kissed the pendant before he put it back in its hole in the dirt.

As he walked away, he changed his mind and ran back quickly. He scrabbled at the dirt and pulled the necklace back out. He needed to feel Willa today. He ran and caught up with the other loggers. They let him cut through the group so he could make it to the plaza on time.

He clutched the pendant tightly. It was the one thing he had left of Willa. She had died three years before in a tragic fire. She had been a year older than Mill. They had complemented each other perfectly. Mill was strong in body, Willa was strong of heart. He was brave, she was wise. Their differences would seem to cause them to fight, but it did the opposite. They each needed each other to be complete. When Willa was scared, Mill helped her be brave. When Mill was rash and foolish, she helped him think. When she had died, he had been devastated. A few months later, he was assigned to begin working in the forests. He threw himself into the work, fighting for Willa. He had to be able to help Ma and Willa couldn't help him anymore, so he had to do it all.

Willa had helped their mother at home. Their father had died a few years after Mill was born and their mother had to begin working in the forest. She had lost a leg when someone had dropped their axe. It had cut her calf and severed the leg halfway up the calf. She had been able to get treatment so she could survive, but she had to use crutches from then on. She had a hard time with a lot of work. Willa had been the one who helped her cook and clean and earn money in her stead. When Mill was old enough to begin doing some small jobs in the district, he had helped where he could. Being in the forest all day now, though, he had to pay one of their neighbors to help Ma through the day. That took away much of their income. The rest went straight to food. If Mill was chosen in the Reaping though, he didn't know how Ma would survive. Hopefully some of her friends would pitch in where they could and help her survive.

Mill pushed away the thoughts of the past and enjoyed the feeling of running. He loved the wind in his face, streaming through his hair. He shoved the pendant in his pocket as he approached the square. They wouldn't let him wear it here. He quickly dropped his axe off at home before dashing to the plaza. He made it just in time. He was the last boy in line, but he made it. They let him into the area where the boys stood and he waited. His friends were at the front, but he couldn't make his way to them. He tried, but he couldn't fit through any of the gaps between the other boys. He waited where he was.

The Reaping began. He waited as they chose the girl name. No one he knew. When they drew from the boys' bowl, he began fidgeting. Every year, he was nervous; who wasn't? "The male Tribute this year is," everyone waited as the name was drawn, "Mill Rennert." Mill turned around, he was in shock. He couldn't hear anything else. He blocked it all out. All he could hear was his name, repeated over and over and over again. He pushed his way out of the crowd of boys. He headed for where the parents stood. His Ma would be in the back. Peacekeepers tried to stop him, but he was strong. He had chopped down trees every day for years; it had bulked him up. He shoved the first pair of peacekeepers to the ground as he ran to his Ma. He saw her. She was there, in the back, sobbing. Her friend, Senna, was trying to comfort her, but tears were coming from her eyes too.

Mill was only a few steps away from her when four peacekeepers grabbed him from behind. "Ma!" He screamed. "Ma! I'll be back! Ma!" He struggled against the peacekeepers, but they held him back. One stabbed him and Mill slumped, unconscious in their arms. They dragged him off.

When Mill woke up, he was on a train. They had skipped the goodbyes for him, probably because of his violent reaction. Mill knew one thing. He would be back to District 7. He would get back to his Ma. She needed him. He would get back. For Ma and for Willa.

[dowanx]

Signing up!  First time ever doing this, lets see how it goes.

 

Ament, Male from District 12.

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

Nope. This is before his time. Interestingly enough, the current presidents name is president king.

naming pattern remind you of anyone? The Lord ruler perhaps?

 

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS VOTED WYRM FOR PRESIDENT!?

[Mailliw73 he/him]

If you're looking at this, wondering if you should join, do it! We need five(I think) more players and these games are really fun, I promise!

[Peng the Just he/him]

Hey everybody, I made some changes to the rules, so please re read them. Make me aware of any questions or concerns you have.

[Aonar he/him]

"Aaron Faraday!" 

 

Aaron wasn't surprised. He was near eighteen, and with the number of tesserae he'd taken out, it was just a matter of numbers. As he began to move towards the front, he caught a few looks of mixed relief and confusion from those nearby. There was rumour -likely encouraged by the Capitol- that the most intelligent were excluded from the tribute pool. Everyone had apparently decided that he was safe. Fools. They should know better. The Capitol loved to give hope, only to take it away.
 

He walked quietly up to the platform, unwilling to show anything. Fear, remorse, anticipation, nervousness, anger, resolve, all things that would feed the Capitol's constant need for entertainment. So his face was blank, relaxed, unreadable. His stride was unhurried, free of any sort of tension, almost strangely confident.

 

His counterpart was far less controlled. Ceni was trembling, obviously terrified that she'd been chosen. The Capitol's chartreuse-clad escort spoke her traditional blessing, and they were herded away, with the utter silence of the crowd providing their requiem.

 

***

 

Their mentor, Deren, was a slight man, bearing the dark hair and ashen skin that was characteristic of District Three. His hair and clothes were disheveled and his fingers twitched constantly, as if longing to be tinkering with some device. Seeing Aaron and Ceni, his face brightened, and he stretched out his hand. "Wh-wh-who might y-you be?" 

 

Their escort -Aaron still hadn't bothered to learn her name- turned away and sighed in resignation. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together. Deren was cracked; destroyed by victory as surely as he would have been by defeat. For the first time since his name had been called Aaron let a flicker of emotion play across his features. Anger. Anger at the petty tyranny of the Capitol, anger at the abomination that was the Hunger Games, anger at the fact that his best chance of survival in a world determined to kill him had just been snatched away.

 

He wanted to turn away. He wanted to flee the room, find himself tools and a quiet place and immerse himself in some new project. Given his current circumstances, most likely some means to derail the train. But no. He took the man's proffered hand, as Ceni hung back shyly.

 

The door closed behind their escort. Deren's grip tightened, and his eyes focused as he pulled Aaron closer. He bent slightly nearer, and began whispering intently. "I've survived these long years by making people think that I'm a lot less than I am, do you hear? Judging by your little show out there, that's a skill you're going to need to learn, and quickly."

[Newan he/him]

Dear fellow tributes,

 

I am writing to inform you that after the Cornucopia, I will be spending several cycles killing muttations.  As their threat to me will increase as the number of living players decreases, I want to make sure that most of them are dead before I start fighting other tributes.  If I am the only tribute attacking them, I will kill four of them.  If others join in on the effort, I will not rest until they are all dead.  

 

I know the temptation to stab me in the back will be very strong.  However, think of it this way: as long as I am alive and killing muttations, I am helping you.  You could kill me, but I am killing those who would harm you.  It would be a much better idea to attack those who might actually attack you.  Think of the children.

 

All of my love,

Newan

[Metacognition he/him]

"Just remember Wilson's advice when everything starts."

Dam's advice echoed through her head as she and her brother met Kam. The first time that he had said it, she had stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes.

 

Dam may not have been the brightest bulb in their district, but he was loyal when it came to his family and she had no doubts that he would've volunteered in an instant if he hadn't been picked. She constantly poked fun at him, but, when she was being honest with herself, she looked up to her big brother. He was tall and strong and good-natured and... reliable. That was the best word she could come up with for him. 

 

She, on the other hand was like quicksilver; constantly changing. She had been strong and confident during the Reaping, but the second she got on the train, she ran to her room, crying. 

"Mommy," she whispered longingly as her tears were soaked up into a pillow softer than anything she had felt before. 

 

She hated how she went along with these games. She hated that she would likely never see her mother again, thanks to them. She hated District 5. She hated this bed. She hated how she had, somehow, made her brother get picked. But most of all, she hated herself. 

 

She wasn't as strong as Dam was. He was there because of her, even if he had been picked, and here she was, ignoring him to wallow in her own misery.

 

She didn't stop crying until she felt Dam wrap his arms around her. 

"Shhh," he said. "I'm here for you, little Ohms."

 

His nickname for her, since she seemed to resist everything. 

"We'll be okay. We'll make it through this, I promise."

 

So now she stood there, holding onto that promise, as Kam detailed out how he would make them shining stars; barely holding back the flood of emotion she kept bottled up. 

"Yes," she thought as Kam swept through idea after idea, only picturing them as they were now. "Yes, we'll make it through this- or at least you will, big brother. You deserve as much."

Edited December 17, 2014 by Metacognition

[Eolhondras he/him]

Quick question peng, what happens to an item when the person holding it is killed? My gut reaction was the killer gets it, but seeing as there can be multiple killers, I'm not so sure.

 

edit: Or for example the muts or dehydration kills someone with an item.

Edited December 17, 2014 by Eolhondras

[Wyrmhero he/him]

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS VOTED WYRM FOR PRESIDENT!?

 

I feel absolutely offended by this. I would be an entirely positive influence for Panam. Under my rule, we would see bigger Hunger Games, with more interesting and different landscapes, and with better looking contestants than this rabble as well (no offence guys). With me in command, the District people would be renamed Skaa and know their place. We should not tolerate their upstart behaviour. Perhaps we should even have smaller, monthly or even weekly Hunger Games. We can sell T-shirts with peoples' favoured contestants on, there could be Hunger Games trading cards, collectable memorabilia from previous Games... Marketing, that's the way of the future. ...What was I talking about again?

 

Incidentally, Peng, is his second name Bradley?

 

I'm not going to be signing up for this game though (and therefore shall not post again here), as I have rather a lot of stuff that I have to get on with now my game's finished.

Edited December 17, 2014 by Wyrmhero

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

Incidentally, Peng, is his second name Bradley?

 

That Fullmetal Alchemist reference. Have an upvote.

 

Sadly, I'll have to resign from this Game, since I'm going to be going somewhere without Wi-Fi (again, unfortunately). Looks like this is going to be the first game I'll not attend since my joining. 

 

Edit: Once the games starts, could you send me the Spectator Doc, Peng? Thanks.

Edited December 17, 2014 by Lightsworn Panda

[Peng the Just he/him]

Quick question peng, what happens to an item when the person holding it is killed? My gut reaction was the killer gets it, but seeing as there can be multiple killers, I'm not so sure.

edit: Or for example the muts or dehydration kills someone with an item.

The items are split randomly amongst the attacking parties. The mutts count as an attacking party. If they would get an item from a kill, it is lost to the arena . If the player was killed by dehydration, the items are lost to the arena

EDIT: another rules clarification: PM rules regarding alliances ARE in effect now even though the game hasn't completely started.

Edited December 17, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Do Killing Mutts count for total Kills?

 

And Newan, I will join you in killing the horrid Mutts.

[Peng the Just he/him]

Do Killing Mutts count for total Kills?

 

 

Hmm.. How 'bout half a kill? I suppose beating the crap out of some mutt gets you some credit with the sponsors, but not as much as for a fellow tribute.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Are there going to be sponsors for real that can give items?

 

Are we going to wait for 24 people or are we setting a deadline to start with whoever is available?