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Through the Living Elan

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  1. The Once-Author got mad. So he just opened a portal and sent the REAL hamster into a burning pit of fire and death.
  2. The Once-Author narrated a snake into existence, which ate the hamster.
  3. "Not quite yet. We wait for them to get comfortable. In a rhythm. Then, then we will send in the encouragement." She grinned at him. "And there will be blood."
  4. Vistari glanced at the monitors. She liked the death, though. So many feelings in the tributes. She wondered where Forrest had gone, but kept herself glued to the games. Tracking every moment. Every tribute. Watching. Waiting. For one of them to make a mistake.
  5. "What? No!" The animals bear their teeth and attack violently, ripping at any open skin they can see. From the shadows creatures form, approaching the group with sharp items.
  6. “What- no- it’s just truth-“
  7. "Yep." Clay said. The shadows lengthened, and shapes began to form. "Your nightmares are real here." Weaver said solemnly. "And now we just have to survive the night."
  8. He lied down next to her, and fell asleep.
  9. "I know lots. Good. Get rest, it should heal faster that way."
  10. The nightmaws screams reach the area where Reuben died. They don't continue to follow him.
  11. "I trust Elan. Should have burn cream. And have you taken a shower to clean off the sand?"
  12. "Good. And you're using burn cream?"
  13. The vines lashed out, but were limited in their range. They got left in the dust. As they ran they found themselves in the middle of a clearing. The floor was covered with hundreds of deathant colonies, surrounding them.
  14. "Hm." He looks at her. "And have your bandages been replaced regularly?"
  15. It pulled back, the vine falling and convulsing, then going still. Other vines began pushing out of the hole, sending stronger dispair. GM HQ Vistari glared at the screen. All part of the games... Interesting how being with others pulls them out of their feelings... tributes will have to be separated, won't they...
  16. "Ah. Well if you're gonna treat the bear like it's your pet-" He gestures to the boar, "-I don't think that quite matters."
  17. "Thanks..." He gives her a hug. "Mom, I'm here for you. If you ever need it."
  18. "I dunno. My trombone skills could clear a mountainside of all wildlife."
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