Through the Living Hope

There are two who ran, and the rest are still in the circle.

She was able to carry them with relative ease. He was throwing away food and water. There were no backpacks left, and he was only able to find three vials of sunlight spores within the six slings. He would not be able to run very well. After moving for about an hour, the Cornucopia was no longer visible on the horizon.

A desolate wasteland surrounded the tributes. Two otherse had already raided the center - not many supplies were left, apart from weapons.

Total, the slings contained six small water bottles (made of metal, about the size of an irl plastic water bottle), six loaves of bread, eighteen apples, and eighteen potatoes. There was also a total of 3 vials of crimson spores, 3 vials of verdant spores, and 1 vial with rosetite spores. The large backpack, and each of the slings, was filled to the brim, and for now materials could not be moved between them. The hiking backpack contained a sleeping bag, a tarp, some rope, night vision goggles, 4 apples, and three vials of every spore minus midnight.

The combined weight was very heavy. While he was able to run, it was nowhere near as quickly as he had approached. She found a hammer. The boy who had run through had grabbed several bags, so there were not many left. There were about eight more sling bags strewn about, and a smaller backpack near the center.

There was a hiking backpack near the center.

He saw many different kinds. These gamemakers seemed to want many different kinds of violence.

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There are various weapons strewn about, as well as several packs. The best weapons seem to be near the center. @Ookla the Penguin

“They’ve all had the tracker injected?" “Yes, sir." “And they’ve all consumed the solution." “Yes, sir, and we’ve integrated it into the arena as well." “Perfect. Raise the tubes." ~~~ You rise from a tube in the middle of a wasteland. Around you are many others. Together, you all form a circle. At the center of the circle is a pile of supplies, though from here you cannot tell specifics. A loud sound rang through the arena, followed by a booming voice. “LET THE QUELL BEGIN."

@The Great Wyver

“I.. got blamed for it. That’s why I’m here.”

“O-oh…” She hesitated as well.

“I mean.. do you heal it?”

“I… suppose… Though I am not a fighter.”

“Sickness.. how?”

“Me too. Power to hide.

She hesitated and nodded.

“Combat? Why do we not just let them kill each other?”

@Ookla the Ansible

She gasped.

“It is likely run down because of the extensive winter.”

.. avoiding malice. @Ookla the Ansible

You remember. She is a friend. The bard nodded.