BlueWildRye

I am the quantification

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*suddenly solidifies out of thin air* I think I've won

Jemms is swallowed by vines.

Jemms does a backflip to dodge the spore but falls and breaks his leg. He slumps to the floor, defeated. "I never wanted it to be this way," he whispers. "We could have been friends. I want to be your friend. But they're making us kill each other for entertainment, and they've been killing us off one by one when we didn't. I don't know how I made it this far, but I'm done. Kill me now, and you and the other guy can kill each other too. I don't know what's happening... I... I'm just a kid... Why is this happening?!" He coughed up blood. "Just... end me. I don't know anything anymore. I never did."

Jemms threw a spore at @IcedOutPenguin.

I hear you! Sometimes I also have trouble knowing what's truly me and what's just part of my outward character. I've been very outgoing, friendly and humorous all this year and I have a lot of friends because of it, but I know that I'm really an introvert who isn't very good with social skills. Therefore I've basically molded my image around being a loveable oddball genius, when I feel like I could just as well have been a silent, potentially off-putting guy. I used to be the latter a little over a year ago when I first returned to public school after a year of homeschool, and it was reflected in my clothing (always wearing the same outfit and hoodie every day) and my hair (shaggy and falling over my eyes). These days my hair is shorter and everyone can see my eyes along with my fabulous eyebrows. Also, I wear distinct and dare I say stylish outfits every day (oh yeah, and I became a theatre kid). I can't change that I'm neurodivergent, I can't change that I'm weird, but I can change how I present my weirdness. And, while I haven't really made this known to anyone and haven't even thought about it much myself, it scares me how easily I can change my personality like that. Who am I really? Is it the quiet kid who wants to be left alone? The quirky and amiable guy with lots of friends? I usually believe myself to be the latter, but sometimes I'm not so sure. I'm sorry I can't help you because this is a bit of an issue for me as well.

Jemms grabs any remaining spores as well. Meanwhile, the Hydraspine returns to the Gamemakers' headquarters to eventually reappear in a future Hunger Games.

Jemms looks around warily for any other tributes hiding nearby.

All I have is this grenade, Jemms thinks. I'll have to be careful if I want to fight anybody. Jemms tenses and hides his grenade, appearing to be unarmed.

Not to double-post, but Jemms arrives at the empty Cornucopia and looks around.

Jemms used the woods around him as cover as he slowly sneaked to the starting place of the games.

Woods A... spore grenade...?! "No, I can't..." A fly buzzes past, and, in an instant, Jemms' arm thrusts forward and crushes it in his hand. "Or... maybe I can." He begins breathing shakily.

"Now would be a good time to start killing people, wouldn't it... If only I could hurt a fly."

Jemms looks anywhere for food. "Is it just me, or does it feel... quieter?"

Jemms does a frontflip.

Forest Jemms does not know what to do next. @gamemakers are there any resources or food around in the forest?

Jemms does as well.

"We were looking for food and resources... remember?" Jemms looked confused.

Jemms and Rayer walk to the forest.