Edema Rue

C'MON PEOPLE GET OUT THERE AND KILL EACH OTHER!!

Uhhhh... Brando Sando's So the most important one? LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

The day of the games has arrived. The sky is cloudless, and such a bright blue it almost looks fake. Which, of course, it is. Rather than being lowered from the 'sky', the tributes have been raised through the ground. Each is standing on a small stone circle raised slightly above the golden sand below. Around them in all directions are tall cliffs, the dark silhouettes cutting sharply into the pale sky. Several small paths branch off into the stone and suddenly it's clear that you are in a field of chasms. Directly in front of you, in the center of the circle, is the cornucopia. It's solid black, and completely empty. A cool wind rushes down the chasms, blowing up sand and twisting through the tributes' hair. Everyone gives an involuntary shiver. And then a person flickers into existence on top of the hollow cornucopia. "GOOOOOOOOD MORNING TRIBUTES!" A voice booms through a megaphone held by an elderly lady with hair the same shade of blue as the sky and a golden dress (the same color as the sand below) that looks to be more jewels than fabric. "Who's ready for the games?" There's a pause. "Trick question, sorry, you don't get a choice." "It's your favorite gamemaker here to start you off today, Eddie Forlin!! And I must say, you all look absolutely gorgeous! Which is good, because for all but one of you, it's the last time in your lives that you will. Oh, I'm so excited to watch you all die! We have popcorn and everything. I haven't had this much fun since the 30's! Oh, and do you like the location? We've had so much fun designing it just for you. It seemed fitting, somehow, to have it here." Eddie takes a pause to look around at the tributes and sighs contentedly. "I can almost feel your hearts pounding. I see the fear in your eyes, see the determination in your hearts..." she licks her lips. "Oh my dears, you're fighters, I can see it. But only one can win," her eyes start to glitter, "And I can't wait to find out who it is. So, enough chatter. Please remember, foul play is both expected and rewarded. We're always watching. We. See. Everything. Happy hunger games! And remember... "May the odds be ever in your favor." Eddie throws her head back in a cackle that echoes through the chasms. A robotic voice begins counting down. "30... 29... 28... 27... 26..." At 25, the voice pauses. A horrific sound comes from the cornucopia, drowning out Eddie's cackle. She disappears, still laughing. The cornucopia suddenly explodes, and thousands of animals of every shape and size burst free. Birds fly into the sky, huge beasts rush off into the chasms, and smaller ones climb the sides. Some look deadly, some look edible, and some are completely bizarre. In seconds, they're gone, and the voice continues, slow and steady. "24... 23..." And, eventually, "10... 9... 8..." As the voice reaches 5, it pauses again. The shattered pieces of the cornucopia begin to quiver and glow. They reform for one terrible moment into a horrible black flame...and then they fly outward, clanging against the cliff walls before falling limply to the ground. In the center of the circle, where the cornucopia once stood, a swirling vortex of white light arches up as high as the tributes can see. It's a perpendicularity. "5..." "4..." "3..." "2..." "1..." A horrific cackle echoes through the arena. "Let the games begin!" @Ravenclawjedi42 @Channelknight Fadran @ΨιτιsτηεΒέst (so sorry, can't get it to summon you) @The Honorable One @Silver Phantom @The Sibling@S. Stormy @Lightweaver2 @Lotus Blossom @Aeoryi @Cinnamon @Justice_Magician @shortcake @Experience @[Redacted] @Canada Lover @Authorspren @TheRavenHasLanded @Lord Spirit @Ancient Elantrian @SmilingPanda19

And I'll be able to get on off and on all day, depending on...school, life, that sort of thing. Mine. I'm making the thread right now. I'm so excited.

Hmmm I haven't been here in a bit. I win.

It's up to you! If you'd rather have the character development and struggles of the Oaths, you can take that route. If you'd rather be the strongest you can, you can ignore whatever your spren tells you. Perfect, thanks!! Y'all I wrote the beginning post and now I have too much adrenaline to sleep. 7 hours, give or take.

Would you have a problem with including me or another gamemaker on the PM, just so we know what's going on (and so we can secretly give you gifts)? If you don't want to that's ok, but it would be helpful if we could know all things like the all powerful immortals we are.

How dark?

You got rid of your original post, I think, but y'know what man? The shard is the most loving place in the world. The stupidest ideas in the world are the best ideas here. You want friends here, well, we all want to be your friend. You don't get a choice in that. (Do ya wanna be shardbuddies)

AM or PM? I'm currently planning about 6 or 6:30AM my time, which is 2 hours behind you. We have you with all the careers, which means you and Wit are already allied, along with Phantom and also Lightweaver2.

It's a 300 year old lady with no attention span who drinks far too much caffeine.

But my gamemaker is probably like 300 so... You should see how long the gamemaker PM's get

*continues cackle contest* ME I'M GOING TO WIN Oh you know it. But I'm going to beat Elan and Panda, so... (whichever of us is responsible for the most deaths wins)

Xiylna floats to the ground, looking confused. (Well, feeling confused. She doesn’t really look like anything.) She blinks, then blinks again. “Where am I?” She asks. “Where…where is my forest? Who are you all? I don’t think I like it here. Parts of me hurt. I don’t want them to hurt. I think I want to go back to my forest. Where is Mother? Where is Sister?”

“We choose death!” They shouted. Then they hesitated, and Xiylna 1 said, “Well, we’re all dead already. And we choose to stay that way. Together.”

The Xiylnas all flared harder and, in sync, sent out waves of fire and Taint, collapsing the skeletons headed for them. “You will not hurt them,” all three wraiths say. “Having the power to create does not give you the right to destroy…destroy…you. You must be destroyed.”

Well, we try to be good about not killing people without their permission, but also…someone needs to die in the beginning.

The third Xiylna joins the first two. They begin talking about their favorite kinds of fish which, shocker, are the same.

Panda did that last time, and…well now she’s a gamemaker. I didn’t make any. And I was a gamemaker. You should be terrified. *cackles louder than Panda*

Both Xiylna and Xiylna 2 make faces and glare at him. Xiylna 2 looks afraid. “I don’t want to hurt.” Xiylna glares harder at shovel man. “Don’t hurt people! Especially the ones that don’t want to hurt you!”

“I think we should be friends,” Xiylna said. “Oh, yes!” Xiylna 2 agreed. “Friends are good.” And then, in sync, “Mother says all people should be friends.”

Yup, all good!!

You are (but please, no new alliances until we start the games tomorrow), and if you’d like to have a private conversation with those you’re already allied with a PM is a great way to do it! If you do have one, though, it would be great if you could add at least one of the gamemakers (so me, @Ancient Elantrian or @SmilingPanda19) in, just so that we know what’s going on.