Quick Fix Game 5: The Hunger Games!

[Sart he/him]

Will people who went to the Cornucopia be revealed in the write-up? If so, then we should be able to tell who has weapons and who doesn't. Unfortunately, I doubt that's going to happen. What that means is that people who said they didn't go could be bluffing. It adds another layer of complexity to this game, and I'm not sure what to do about it. I know I'm going to get busy with family matters, so I might as well play risky.

 

"Time to take a gamble." thought Marge, as she started to run to the mother load. She hoped there was some alcohol in there. She apparently wasn't allowed to go into the games drunk. She hoped her death would be painless. Who knows, maybe she might even win this thing?

[Peng the Just he/him]

Couple rules issues: firstly: who does and doesn't go for the cornecopia will not be revealed in the write up. Secondly, regarding PM alliances: if you try to open a PM with someone and they don't respond within 36 hours, assume the response to be a 'no'. PM that person that you're moving on. This won't count towards one of your three. Secondly, once a PM is open, you can't leave it in order to gain a new one. You can only have three PM conversations total through the whole game. If you have any questions about the rules, please ask so we can get it all sorted out.

-peng

Edited December 19, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[Alvron]

I disagree with you Meta.  Going after those that don't post for the first few cycles isn't a good idea.  Those Muttations are the bigger threat and I for one will be hunting them for the first couple of rounds.  Not to mention that it is possible that there are some who are unaware that the game has started.  I didn't get a PM informing me that it had, I only found out by my constant lurking and checking.  I sent a PM to Peng asking if he did and if not then if he would let everyone know esp the newer players who might not be aware of how these games fully work.

 

 

Al flexed his rough calloused fingers as he waited for the tube to open.  He still hadn't decided if he was going to go for one of the items sitting so temptingly out in the open.  He had managed to smuggle some wire past the officials but he felt it wouldn't be enough to win.  Looking around at the other contestants he spotted a few faces staring hungrily at the cornucopia while others were scouting out the surrounding area probably working out were the good hiding places might be

 

Remembering the words of his advisor Wurum.  Your skills are water based.  Find a river or lake and you will feel more at home.  Let the others come to you on your terms and on your ground and you will do fine.

 

Taking a deep breath Al steadied his rapidly beating heart and prepared to begin the fight for his life.

[Peng the Just he/him]

If you feel you have inadvertently violated any of the rules, please just let me know. I want this game to be as fair as possible, and I promise not to be too harsh on you.

[Seonid he/him]

Niobe smiled as she was led into her tube. A fake smile, to be sure, but it would hopefully convince the cameras. One last parting shot. One of her fellow contestants had asked if she was going to the cornucopia in the final hours before the Games started. She'd almost frozen with panic to remember that that was the first challenge she'd face. A mad dash, scrambling over supplies and weapons. Many of the contestants wouldn't make it back alive. No, she'd thought. Better to trust her ability to find food in the forest. Her answer had been far more flighty, but was the same response.

 

But nobody would believe that the pampered, mincing, shallow girl they'd seen on the screens and in the photos would be willing to risk going without the food and luxuries in the cornucopia. Sometimes, honesty was the best deception.

[Ashiok]

GM, I'll be playing as Ashette this game.

 

As Ashette got into her tube, she looked at her fellow tribute from twelve for the last time, and began to cry.

'Useless stormleavings, deadweight, he is. I'd be better off leaving him. He didn't say a word when our mentor died. Ugh! I'm going to die, because our idiot mentor was a suicidal drunk, and my fellow district member is a mute!'

As she was transported to the arena, she wiped her tears away and began to think about survival. 'Ok, what do I have to do to survive? Let me make a list.'

 

1. Everybody confirm weather or not they are going for Corn. Set up a PM with one other person. We can assign them arbitrarily through dice rolls as soon as we get a good player list...

GM, can we get a player list with Game names, Districts and Screen names please?

TMckeedee, male from 1.

Ignis, female from 2.
Joe, male from 2.
Aaron, Male from 3.
Ceni, female from 3
Al, Male from 4.
Tessa, female from 4.
Dam, male from 5.
Melinda, female from 5.
Ice, female from 6.
Isana, female from 7.
Mil, Male from 7.
Salamander, Male from 8.
Newan, Male from 9.
Eolloe, female from 9
Tekon, Male from 10.
Marge, female from 10.
Dom, male from 11.
Niobe, Female from 11.
Ament, male from 12
Ashette, Female from 12.

I don't have time to go through this for forum names right now.

There is one thing that MUST not happen. Experienced people can NOT form blocks at the top. If they do that, the rest of us lose. Therefore, I propose that we force everybody that's played three or more games to PM somebody whose played less than three. I want this exchange to be reported by both sides in thread.

 

2. Corn. This is important. Our primary goal in the early game has to be killing the mutts. To that effect, I have a question.

 

GM, where do Mutt kills go in the order of actions?

If they are early in actions, we can have body armor and medkit attack, everybody else defend, therefore losing nobody to chance.

Otherwise, everybody should attack. 

 

TL;DR  I'm Ashette, female from 12, probably going after Corn. Two questions for GM, everything else depends on those answers.

[Peng the Just he/him]

GM, I'll be playing as Ashette this game.

 

As Ashette got into her tube, she looked at her fellow tribute from twelve for the last time, and began to cry.

'Useless stormleavings, deadweight, he is. I'd be better off leaving him. He didn't say a word when our mentor died. Ugh! I'm going to die, because our idiot mentor was a suicidal drunk, and my fellow district member is a mute!'

As she was transported to the arena, she wiped her tears away and began to think about survival. 'Ok, what do I have to do to survive? Let me make a list.'

 

1. Everybody confirm weather or not they are going for Corn. Set up a PM with one other person. We can assign them arbitrarily through dice rolls as soon as we get a good player list...

GM, can we get a player list with Game names, Districts and Screen names please?

TMckeedee, male from 1.

Ignis, female from 2.

Joe, male from 2.

Aaron, Male from 3.

Ceni, female from 3

Al, Male from 4.

Tessa, female from 4.

Dam, male from 5.

Melinda, female from 5.

Ice, female from 6.

Isana, female from 7.

Mil, Male from 7.

Salamander, Male from 8.

Newan, Male from 9.

Eolloe, female from 9

Tekon, Male from 10.

Marge, female from 10.

Dom, male from 11.

Niobe, Female from 11.

Ament, male from 12

Ashette, Female from 12.

I don't have time to go through this for forum names right now.

There is one thing that MUST not happen. Experienced people can NOT form blocks at the top. If they do that, the rest of us lose. Therefore, I propose that we force everybody that's played three or more games to PM somebody whose played less than three. I want this exchange to be reported by both sides in thread.

 

2. Corn. This is important. Our primary goal in the early game has to be killing the mutts. To that effect, I have a question.

 

GM, where do Mutt kills go in the order of actions?

If they are early in actions, we can have body armor and medkit attack, everybody else defend, therefore losing nobody to chance.

Otherwise, everybody should attack. 

 

TL;DR  I'm Ashette, female from 12, probably going after Corn. Two questions for GM, everything else depends on those answers.

Your name has been updated on the official records.

Here:

 1 male mckeedee/ Mato

2 male The only Joe/Joe

2 female Winter cloud/Ignis

3 male Aonar Faileas/aaron

3 female Macen/ ceni

4 male Alvron /al

4 female thwelthrootoftwo/ tessa

5 male Gamma Fiend /dam

5 female Metacognition /melinda

6 female Icy Ninja penguin/ ice

7 male Mailliw73 /Mil

7 Female Ookla the alko/ Isana

8 male Salamander/ Salamander

9 male Newan /Newan

9 female Eolhondras/ Eolloe

10 male Tusoud16 /Tekon

10 female a smart guy/ Marge

11 male dominic1994/ Dom

11 female Seonid /Niobe

12 male Dowanx /Ament

12 female Ashiok /Ashette

 

Is a player list.

 

Mutt attacks happen at the same time as normal attacks. The mutt attacks function almost identically to normal attacking.

 

EDIT: formatting. Also this is my 500th post 

Edited December 19, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[Mailliw73 he/him]

As Mill prepared for the platform to rise, he fingered Willa's wing pendant. He had brought it as his token. The green jumpsuit all the Tributes had been given matched perfectly with his forest-themed clothes he had worn all week. As the platform rose, he whispered. "Willa. Guide me."

 

The platform arrived at the top of the tube and Mill looked around, quickly surveying his surroundings. A large field, cows grazing lazily, a river, and, a forest! Perfect. Forests were his home. He knew exactly where he'd be heading. The cows would also be an easy source of food. Unless they were some kind of muttation. Mill wouldn't put it past the Gamemakers to do that. Mill looked at the cornucopia next. It was small and only had supplies for less than half of the Tributes. If he went for it, he could get some valuable supplies, but he could be slaughtered quickly. Willa would've run away. She'd go straight for the forest as soon as the timer finished. Willa's wisdom and Mill's strong will were battling inside of him. The timer was running out. Mill needed to make a decision and he needed to make one quick. 3...2...1.

 

 

Ash, I believe people have already set up PMs since Peng said that the rules applied before the game began. I, for one, already used up all of my PMs. Sorry, but I can't fix that, and I bet others have already done the same. 

 

​I also agree about the mutations. That's where I'll be spending my time for the first couple cycles. They just have too much unpredictability to be helpful to ignore.

Edited December 19, 2014 by Mailliw73

[Ashiok]

Ugh, and I had a whole plan, too! It was awesome! Storming upper groups!

 

EDIT: Legible player list

 

 

OLD means three games more

NEW means less than three games

 

1 male mckeedee ---------- Mato #1 NEW

 

2 male The only Joe ------- Joe #2 OLD

2 female Winter cloud ----- Ignis #3 NEW

 

3 male Aonar Faileas ----- Aaron #4 OLD

3 female Macen ------------ Ceni #5 OLD

 

4 male Alvron --------------- Al #6 OLD

4 female thwelthrootoftwo Tessa #7 OLD

 

5 male Gamma Fiend ----- Dam #8 OLD

5 female Metacognition --- Melinda #9 OLD

 

6 female Icy Ninja penguin ice #10 NEW

 

7 male Mailliw73 ------------ Mil #11 OLD

7 Female Ookla the alko -- Isana #12 OLD, I was wrong

 

8 male Salamander -------- Salamander #13 NEW

 

9 male Newan --------------- Newan #14 OLD

9 female Eolhondras ------ Eolloe #15 NEW

 

10 male Tusoud16 --------- Tekon #16 NEW

10 female a smart guy ---- Marge #17 OLD

 

11 male dominic1994 ----- Dom #18 NEW

11 female Seonid ---------- Niobe #19 NEW

 

12 male Dowanx ----------- Ament #20 NEW

12 female Ashiok --------- Ashette #21 OLD

Sorry WC, have to put you as new so we have better ratio. Right now that's 9 new:11 old. That makes twenty. I could've set up a perfect apprenticeship program with this!

 

EDIT: Fixed Ookla

Edited December 20, 2014 by Ashiok

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Dam tried to keep his breath and his nerves steady as the tube slowly raised him up into the arena -- the battlegrounds for this year's Hunger Games.

"AND MAY THE ODDS FOREVER BE IN YOUR FAVOR!"

The final words of luck and encouragement echoes throughout the field as Dam wildly looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of Melinda. He had to find her. To see her and hold her one last time. To let her know her big brother was there, and everything would be alright. Knowing it would eventually cost him his own life, he would make sure she won.

He just wanted to be able to tell her how proud of her he was one last time. He knew he would no longer see her smile. The Capitol had already seen to that by crushing her childhood and killing her innocence by putting her her in this bloodbath. He felt his anger grow within him, and fed off of that reserve, giving him the strength to do what he must.

He turned away from the cornucopia, showing his intentions of heading towards the river, and then the forest beyond it. He knew Ohms had always found trees fascinating -- due to the lack of them in District 5 -- and he would most likely find her there. With all of the power plants, energy lines, and the giant dam, there just wasn't much room for beautiful things like trees and nature.

 

Perhaps that was why she always was drawn to them, he wondered. Because she understood the loneliness of being something beautiful and bright in an otherwise bleak, stark world.


 

[Metacognition he/him]

I understand why you all want to go after the Muttations, I really do, but to do so will cost us far worse:
 

Dehydration: If no one dies during a cycle, the Game Makers get bored and cut off the water supply, making two random tributes die from thirst.

 

 

What we should be doing is trying to convince whomever winds up getting the Knives and the Bow to off the Muttations, cause if we don't wind up killing someone, we're going to lose two people anyways and it's just as random. As such, we're going to need at least one person to die next cycle anyways, as (And Peng, I'd like clarification on this) I'll bet you that someone dying to a Muttation doesn't count...

Edited December 19, 2014 by Metacognition

[Peng the Just he/him]

A muttation death does count as a death for purposes of dehydration. Also, as far as defending goes: if you spend the cycle defending you will be informed of whether or not you fought off an attack, but not of who tried to attack.

[Mckeedee123 he/him]

Breathe. You are ready. You will kill. You will win.

 

Mato surveyed the other tributes one last time. They were weak and useless. Not like Mato. He was a victor at heart. 6 feet, 5 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds.

 

Honor. Strength. Superiority.

 

Why did they even bother send in tributes from the weaker districts? They were not ready. Not like Mato. He had trained for the games since his eleventh birthday, when his father had drugged a vagrant and brought him into the house for Mato to kill.

 

Take away Society's laws, and everyone is a murderer. You must learn to be comfortable with killing, son, if you want to win.

 

Training in the sword and spear. Lessons in speaking and posture. Hours upon hours of weight training. Above it all were the murders. Mato had started small, with his father and mother working together to gather the victims. Mato would slit their throats as they lay on the floor, mumbling incoherently. Eventually, he learned to do it on his own time. Finding beggars and vagrants, gagging them, then going to remote locations to torture them. Cutting fingers off, gouging out eyes, laying their viscera out on the ground as they died. Just enough to keep his bloodlust fresh.

 

Come home in a coffin, and you will be forgotten, even by me. Come home with victory, and you will be remembered and loved for all eternity. Win.

 

Mato eyed the spears poking out of the Cornucopia. No way he'd pass up a chance to win one of those. With the scrawny kids that he was up against, he could afford to risk getting caught in the bloodbath.

 

-----------------------------------------------

 

I'm going for the cornucopia.

 

I was going to avoid RP-ing, out of principle of this not being Sanderson, but it seems I'm doing it anyway.

Edited December 20, 2014 by mckeedee123

[Ashiok]

"Sorry WC, have to put you as new so we have better ratio. Right now that's 9 new:11 old. That makes twenty. I could've set up a perfect apprenticeship program with this!"

 

WC=Winter Cloud... And I'm 90% certain that the game ended before it began... If there's the usual elitist crew at the top.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I understand why you all want to go after the Muttations, I really do, but to do so will cost us far worse:

 

 

What we should be doing is trying to convince whomever winds up getting the Knives and the Bow to off the Muttations, cause if we don't wind up killing someone, we're going to lose two people anyways and it's just as random. As such, we're going to need at least one person to die next cycle anyways, as (And Peng, I'd like clarification on this) I'll bet you that someone dying to a Muttation doesn't count...

 

A muttation death does count as a death for purposes of dehydration. Also, as far as defending goes: if you spend the cycle defending you will be informed of whether or not you fought off an attack, but not of who tried to attack.

 

Since it does count and we know that with over ten tributes there will be a guaranteed death by Mutt, we should definitely focus on killing them for at least the second cycle, if not more. If we do have ten people alive, we can get rid of the mutts almost in one cycle. (we could if everyone did so, but I doubt that'll happen.)

 

Mill for one is going to go for the mutts at the beginning as well as run to the forest as quick as his legs can carry him. (Which is pretty fast. ) 

 

EDIT:

 

 And I'm 90% certain that the game ended before it began... If there's the usual elitist crew at the top.

 

You mean if a group of the more experienced players banded together? It's possible, but I don't think anybody limited conversations to only experienced or only new players. I have a mix

Edited December 19, 2014 by Mailliw73

[Mckeedee123 he/him]

Hold on... You guys all convened to form a big faction before the game? I kind of thought the factions were supposed to develop naturally during the game.

 

Mato shook his head. It did not matter. Factions were for the weak. He did not need to rely on the strength of others.

Edited December 19, 2014 by mckeedee123

[dominic1994 he/him]

Dom was afraid. The voice in his head was not. It was deafening now. It screamed at him, urged him forward, dared him to go for it. Go for the Cornucopia. That was all he could focus on, the screaming, and the Cornucopia. He could see the weapons, the medical kit. Whoever claimed them would have a massive advantage. They were the difference between winning and dying,

 

Still the voice urged him on. Dom actually started forward. He'd let the voice come forward, take more control in recent days and felt much better for it. It had been that voice that had got him through the interviews and the training. Dom hadn't really been a part of them. He'd been there of course but something else had moved him; something else had spoken for him.

 

Something else. Someone else.

 

Yes, those items would save his life. He moved forward again... and froze. He was looking at the others now. The other Tributes.  They were spread out around the Cornucopia but Dom could still see the murder, the fury in their eyes. The items may save his life but the others would rip him apart long before he reached them.

 

Dom felt another wave of fear wash over him and he knew he could not go  further forward. He would find another way to survive. The voice still screamed at him but Dom knew he could fight it, knew he could, with effort, push the voice away and turn those screams into whimpers.

 

Dom was still afraid, only just keeping the terror from overwhelming him. His life was, more than likely going to end soon but he was going to do his best to stay alive. And he would do it his own way. He wasn't going to be let that voice control his actions. He knew he could fight it, even if he couldn't fight the other Tributes in the arena.

 

No, the items in the Cornucopia would only get him killed quicker. He wasn't about to throw away his life for a few knives.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

I have a mix as well.

 

And Akloo the Ookla is Araris Valerian. He's an Old player as well.

[Ashiok]

Derp. I thought so, just wasn't quite sure. Fixed. That would screw up the plan, alright, if it hadn't already been tampered with...

[Araris Valerian he/him]

I consider myself middle-aged.

 

Isana stared out across the field. She was not a fast runner, and didn't really know any of the other tributes. Hopefully her anonymity would keep her alive at least until the group had been thinned out a bit. Those cows seemed like a decent objective. She could hide among them if any Game-maker creations came near and could survive off of the milk in the absence of better food.

[dowanx]

As Ament watched Ashette start crying he almost feel bad.  'She doesn't even recognize you! Focus on the game.  He will figure that out later.'  He thought furiously.  

 

Time was ticking down, it was all or nothing.  He stepped into the red tube and was teleported into what he could only describe as the Moo Moo Farm.

 

I am going for the cornucopia! And I will go after the mutts!

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

"These games change who you are."

Dam remembered Wilson's advice, given before he sent her away to tend to Ohm instead. The both of them had decided to let the old veteran in on their nickname. She had survived the crucible that both Dam and Melinda were about to have to endure, so she had earned the right.

"Do everything you can to neutralize as many possible threats as soon as possible. It always depends on how things are, down there in the arena. I'm not going to sit here and coach you on what to do, for nothing will ever be certain. I just need to let you know you constantly need to adapt your plans to what is happening, not rely on a static battlefield. Because other people will strike at any weakness they see."

It was all good advice. But he had made the plan with his sponsor. He would listen to her, but she had to help Melinda. No matter what. If it came down to it, and if any sponsors could be raised for District 5, Wilson had to do everything in her power to make sure Ohm survived.

Wilson had also warned Dam that it wasn't uncommon for the Games to be rigged with Mutts and wild animals. Dam thought about those as he headed towards the woods, hoping beyond hope to get to Ohm before anybody, or anything, else.
 

[Aonar he/him]

Aaron studied the new landscape, systematically assessing each aspect. The livestock? Probably too good to be true. The forest? Definitely capable of providing more resources and protection than the grassland, but likely counterbalanced in some way. Perhaps by the simple fact that it will attract more of the tributes? Hm.

 

Then his eyes fell on the cornucopia. Roughly ten items, of varying usefulness and distance. Anyone gutsy enough to charge in is going to be forced into conflict with other tributes, but anyone too afraid to try will be set at a significant disadvantage... Wait, no, stop. A wolfish grin broke out on Aaron's face as the other tributes scattered, some to safety, and some to danger. There's a better way.

 

 

 

I would write out some analysis of our situation, but at the moment, I really have no desire to help anyone. Other than myself, (and those I am allied with) of course.

[IcyNinjaPenguin]

It was finally here. Somehow she thought this day would never come. The only sound ice could hear was frantic beatings of her heart trying to escape. Would the sounding of the games be louder than the pulsing sound within? Ice was terrified. Her fear didn't come from fearing her own death however. No she'd been raised in a harsh world. She knew how to kill. She knew how to survive. But could she kill people? Would she? Ice surveyed her surroundings. Her eyes met dale's, the boy tribute from her district, and he smiled. The smile was genuine. How did he do that? How could he smile in a place such as this? Focus. I've got to make a decision. Will I go for the cornucopia? Ice decided that she would just run and let her feet decide for her when the time came, and it was comming. Time seemed to approach faster than a mistborn burning atium... what an odd thought to have... what is a mistborn?... Was the stress of the games already getting to her? And what?! Are those cows?! The sound went off and next thing ice knew she was running.

Edited December 20, 2014 by IcyNinjaPenguin

[Metacognition he/him]

The final seconds were counting down. 

 

3....

 

Soon, Melinda would have to run; run faster than she ever had before, as she wasn't running just for her life, but for Dam's as well. She knew that if she fell here and now, he'd never forgive himself. She tried to find him amongst the other tributes, but with the Cornucopia in the way, some of the tributes were out of view and he wasn't among the ones she could see. 

 

2...

 

She could try to go through the Cornucopia to get to him, but she remembered Wilson telling them that the Cornucopia became a bloodbath. If she went that way, she might not make it to him at all! With time counting down, she looked around desperately for any way to go that would reunite her with Dam that wasn't through a killing field. Her eyes landed on the forest in the distance and she remembered the time Dam had taken her to the park.

 

It wasn't really much of a park. It was about the size of a basketball court and it only had a few trees and bushes, but for Melinda, it was a fantasy realm. The power needs of Panem were so great that almost every available space in the district had been converted for the purposes of producing it. That meant that places like this were extremely rare. 

 

It was during the spring and she had never seen so many colors that weren't blinking. Everything was delicate and yet resilient. She had thought she had broken one of the flowers when it came free, but Dam assured her that it would grow back. She found the softness of the grass so compelling that she rolled around in it for hours. 

 

And Dam had laughed. 

 

1....

 

She hoped Dam remembered that day. 

 

The buzzer sounded and chaos erupted around her, so she ran. 

 

_____________________________

 

Okay, I'm more convinced about the idea of taking out the Muttations, knowing that their attacks will count towards the death count. There's still worries about it, like the fact that we'd still be subjecting two random people to death if the muttations don't attack or if they hit someone that's defended, but there'd be worries about any plan we come up with. After all, we can't wind up really trusting each other, now can we? 

 

My biggest question for Peng is how that would work. If we have 10 people attack the muttations, does each attack count as a separate attack on the muttations or would they just stack together and kill off only one round of the muttations? 

 

EDIT: We have about 7 people claiming to be going for the Cornucopia and 3-4 maybes/hidden agendas and another 4 who haven't checked in at all (some of them I know have noticed that the game has started though). 

Edited December 20, 2014 by Metacognition