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Post by ᴥ on Nov 10, 2018 12:01:56 GMT -5

BLOSSOM.

It was an unlikely friendship. Blossom found it rather difficult to keep the strange creature company – it tentacles always produced a rather unpleasant sensation when it tried to rub up against her pelt. However she could live with it if it meant protection from others. She’d always been somewhat of a runt of the litter, never big enough to fight by herself. It meant losing out on good pray time and time again before she’d met the creature. No matter his strangeness, they worked well together. And that was all that mattered. Especially when clumsy prey stumbled across them, unsuspecting as Blossom lunged as the scent of them. Broken, bloody, it was too good to bear.

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ROCK.

The Bloodfeaster was a strange thing. Strange things were strange and Rock liked strange. Rock’s name, Rock, was odd enough – an aquatic animal named after the most boring structure on land and Rock wondered if Rock’s parents were strange too. Not that Rock minded, good food was good food and Rock was well fed. It was natural for Rock to follow his friend when she lunged forward, he wasn’t too hungry right but Rock supposed he needed the exercise.

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Post by uwu on Nov 11, 2018 15:27:15 GMT -5

Shy Aubergine

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance

After the fight, I don't remember much. I remember crying on Quest's back as we scootered off into the distance and then arriving at some cliffs. Nothing in between. As soon as Quest stopped, I rolled off her back, thudded onto the ground and feel asleep instantly. Nightmares invaded my dreams of Earl breaking Faux's head in over and over in all sorts of ways. I woke up in cold sweats a couple of times, out of breath and scared crapless. When dawn finally hit, I gave up trying to go back to sleep. I figured it would be useless. I did feel more refreshed and not as hungry anymore, which i found oddly strange. I did feel groggy as crap, though.

I walk over to the edge and sit down to listen to the waves hit the walls below. Conflicting urges fight within me. On one side, I want to jump. No more pain, more more games, no more stress. On the other, run as far away from the cliffs as possible. IIt's so scary. Also, doesn't water turn into concrete or something if you fall from a certain point? That sounds painful. Quest's voice makes me jump out of my seat. “Okay bud. You feel shitty right? How’s the time to fall apart. That’s okay. You’re human. That’s something I want you to remember.” Please don't scare me like that. I look at my feet, dangling from the edge. “No I’m not." The urge to jump becomes stronger. "I took something I had no right to take. No one here has that right. This isn’t okay.”

“Yeah you’re right. Death sucks. But I’m not going to stand here and tell you this is going to be sunshine and rainbows kid. It was him or us, and personally I’m happy to not be in a body bag." I want to argue so badly against what she said. I want to say how inhumane it is no matter what side we're on, how stupid and senseless this all is, how I still feel crappy about everything, but nothing comes out. I just open and close my mouth like an idiot. Inhaling deeply, I clear my head of everything. “I guess." Seagulls pass overhead, cawing as they fly by. "I just wish someone else had killed him instead of me. Now I gotta carry the weight of guilt of killing someone." I look back at the crashing water. I wonder how far it actually is to the bottom.

“Listen. It’s good that you feel guilty and all, but - the rest of these kids aren’t going to stop before there’s only one of us. And this whole thing? You get past it, and you can be the kind of person you want to be. You’ve got just as much a right to be alive as anyone else." The problem was I don't think i can ever get past it. This isn't who I am. NONE of this is who I am. Everyone who truly knows me knows that it isn't. Then again, I don't think anyone DOES really know me. She's trying to me nice. I shouldn't be such a jerk about this. “I hope everyone kills everyone else off then because I don’t want to do it again. Ever. And i really hope the quell twist allows us for both of us to win. That way we can both live the way we want to.” I give her one of my big grins I could give. I don't want her to see the pain I'm in because I know she's trying her best to help, and I should appreciate that.

Smiling back at me, she tells me a story. “One of my friends once told me this story about how he spent his whole life outside the district. His mother told him the capitol took his father and made him fight - and wouldn’t you know it, he died before he was born. Kid spent his life wandering and then got caught and sent back. Now I don’t know if it’s true but - imagine, life taking you back to a world you never knew?” She pauses. “Losing his mother and father to these fuckers.” She grins. “Life isn’t fair, man. But you’re a good kid - there’s things bigger than us that we got to deal with. And I want you to know I’m not going to let you take the brunt of it alone. My fault I didn’t kill that prick first.”

My mind instantly goes to try to counter that, but I refused to let it even try. Shut up brain. She has valid points. Stop being such a butt. She also called you a good kid. Let her keep thinking that. “Thank you! I don’t think I could ever take it on my own. It feels nice to have someone in here that can help with this stuff." I imagine what would have happened if she didn't interrupt me during that one training session. I imagine me crying to myself in the bloodbath, not getting any sponsorship, everyone targeting me in another fight. I feel some gratitude towards everything that's happened so far these games. "I don’t know what would have happened if I was alone.”

“Well - probably you’d be...” She stops herself. Dead? “Just promise me you’ll remember the good stuff more than the bad stuff. We’re all pretty shitty but, it’s keeping the good stuff in front of you that’s gonna stop you from getting you hurt.” I turn to face her. “Well don’t move. All the good stuff is right in front of me." I hear movement behind us. “And I guess the bad stuff is behind me.” I slowly turn around and see two mutts behind us. Just like the fight from yesterday, they attack Quest. “Bad… what are those?” I quickly pick up my Earl and swing at the one who attacked Quest first. At least these aren't tributes.

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Quest Hertz

We're in the field beyond the right and wrong
And the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it
I just say -"All is fair in love and war"

All the sounds disappeared in whir of motion behind us. I could feel Shy clutching close to me, his head buried in my back. The image of Earl coming down on top of Faux would be seared behind my eyelids for the rest of my brief life. In between squeaking wheels and echoing emptiness, we’re left as the same two bodies that started this adventure, but not the same at all. If our first day was a baptism, the second was an examination of our flaws – my desire to make sure that no one got close enough to me, and Shy to prove that he could do good (which did not have the same gravity within these walls). His little arms weigh around me, an anchor that I’d afraid could slip off at any moment. Let me go, I want to say, because all I’ve ever brought to anyone, after a rush of life, is disappointment.

Trees broke to an expanse of rocks and sea. A small sound escaped my lips, and I was breathless at the sight of waves at the shore. I turned hard into the rock, and Shy tumbled down onto the ground with a thud. All I could do was stare at what I’d never seen before – waves, crashing up and along the cliff face. Waves of dark blue ascended and break hard, throwing themselves against the rock. I wondered what a world like this would be like, an ocean that stretched out to a new world. District Six was grey buildings and gray matter; we spoke of the ocean like a man imagining dragons, full of wonder and illusory. I eyed Shy and shook my head. He was already asleep, spent and bothered.

I took my steps slowly to the edge of the cliff, and closed my eyes. I felt the wind that slipped up from below. I tasted the salt in the air, and listened to the sound of the water foaming below. It’s hard to hate the capitol in that moment, when you catch wonder of creation. And maybe with hands outstretched to an unnamed god, I was ready for death, but – how could I feel so alive? I guess this was another cruel trick, to see something so glorious that you’d want to go on living forever. Except it’s false, and isn’t that just like life? To get a glance of something so awesome, and then to know you never saw truth all along.

Eleven and Twelve wind up in the sky, and I have JANET remind me of their names, since I hadn’t bothered.

“Good luck fuckers. I hope whatever you died for was worth it to you.” I sat along the edge of rocks, careful to watch Shy’s little body by my fallen scooter. I tucked my knees to my chest, arms tugging them in tight. “Any chance you got the secret to happiness in there, JANET? I could use something spiritual.”

‘Happiness is a concept invented with many meanings. At a biological level, it is the release of certain neurotransmitters to produce a positive result.’

“I figured whoever programmed you hadn’t figured it out either.”

‘How about a joke? How many children does it take to complete the hunger games?’

Okay, I’ll bite. How many?”

‘All of them! Do you understand? Because the hunger games do not have a proposed end!’ Her front face blinked, and presented her characteristic smile (c:). It was a terrible joke, but somehow, a laugh pressed out of my throat and into the air. We were fucked.

“So what does your brain say about the afterlife then? You got the meaning of life tucked away?”

‘Many have tried to interpret meaning and purpose across the human existence. The clearest answer is that there is no meaning.’

Made sense. All we had was what was right in front of us, and at the moment, we had shit.

“So after thousands of years of being around, the clearest answer is that there isn’t one?”

‘Humans attribute purpose across of a spectrum that does not adhere to logic. The afterlife is a creation to help manage judgment based on actions toward that purpose. Fun fact: early human civilizations often held the afterlife as a miserable existence so that they behaved better on earth. Neat!’

“I don’t know why I thought talking to you would be a good idea.” I put my hands back behind me, and stretched. As far as the little box knew, there wasn’t a reason for any of us to exist, and after our existence we had nothing to look forward to. Made sense as to why some people were so shitty to one another, when they thought they didn’t have anything to look forward to.

‘Should I play you a song?’ I nodded along, and listened. I let the night fade into grey, until the first rays of sun hit my face.

Shy was up, hanging over the edge of the rocks. Probably thinking about something stupid – though the way he stared out at the waves gave me pause. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and made my way behind him. I could only imagine he was thinking about the day before, and the brains that he’d splattered across the arena. Guess I’d do my best to make him feel better – I didn’t have anything better to do, anyway.

“Okay bud. You feel shitty right? Now’s the time to fall apart. That’s okay. You’re human. That’s something I want you to remember.” He’d done it to save me, which was about as good as he could have been.

No I’m not. I took something I had no right to take. No one here has that right. This isn’t okay. And I have to hand it to him. He felt things deeply – a lot more than I did.

“Yeah you’re right. Death sucks. But I’m not going to stand here and tell you this is going to be sunshine and rainbows kid. It was him or us, and personally I’m happy to not be in a body bag."

I guess. I just wish someone else had killed him instead of me. Now I gotta carry the weight of guilt of killing someone. I took a breath and let it push out of my lips between my teeth.

“Listen. It’s good that you feel guilty and all, but - the rest of these kids aren’t going to stop before there’s only one of us. And this whole thing? You get past it, and you can be the kind of person you want to be. You’ve got just as much a right to be alive as anyone else.” He had to learn how to walk over his disappointments. To let it all sink to the bottom, or to toss it over the edge.

I hope everyone kills everyone else off then because I don’t want to do it again. Ever. And i really hope the quell twist allows us for both of us to win. That way we can both live the way we want to.

I could just shrug – he was entitled to his opinion. But even I knew a twelve-year-old couldn’t be left to his worst inner demons.

“One of my friends once told me this story about how he spent his whole life outside the district. His mother told him the capitol took his father and made him fight - and wouldn’t you know it, he died before he was born. Kid spent his life wandering and then got caught and sent back. Now I don’t know if it’s true but - imagine, life taking you back to a world you never knew?” It was a story told to me, and I didn’t rightly believe it. But it wasn’t beyond the capitol to ruin a family and then salt the earth. “Losing his mother and father to these fuckers. Life isn’t fair, man. But you’re a good kid - there’s things bigger than us that we got to deal with. And I want you to know I’m not going to let you take the brunt of it alone. My fault I didn’t kill that prick first.”

Thank you! I don’t think I could ever take it on my own. It feels nice to have someone in here that can help with this stuff. I don’t know what would have happened if I was alone. Just like that he’s up again, buoyed by words. I wish I was young again. He hadn’t had the time to wear his memories like bricks on his back. His head still saw upward, and forward.

“Well - probably you’d be...” But I don’t finish it, because even I don’t want to kill the mood. “Just promise me you’ll remember the good stuff more than the bad stuff. We’re all pretty shitty but, it’s keeping the good stuff in front of you that’s gonna stop you from getting you hurt.”

Well don’t move. All the good stuff is right in front of me. And I guess the bad stuff is behind me. He even had me smiling, at least, until I saw his face change. Bad… what are those?

I don’t have much time before the world explodes again. A greasy black cat-thing with too many teeth cuts into my arm and I hiss at the warm burning sensation. Its tentacled friend comes from behind, and tries to gut me.

“Good thing Wilfrid always taught me to use protection,” I jeered. “JANET, put us in the mood. Kid – double time. Let’s show these assholes who means business.” I grabbed my still unnamed weapon and moved on the toothy menace with a heavy swing, JANET blasting away.

“YEAAAAARGH!

[Quest Hertz Attacks Blossom with her Spiked Blunt]

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Post by ᴥ on Nov 14, 2018 3:22:51 GMT -5

BLOSSOM.

Pain was strange. Cutting into Blossom and instinct took over the moment they struck. Snarling at the things in front of her. Strange violent things that she should have been able to crush like flies beneath her claws. They had gotten blood, delicious blood. She wanted more. Rock knew that well enough she hoped. She struck again.

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ROCK.

Rock hated seeing her get hurt. It cut almost as deep as their blades. Rock and Blossom were companions, kin from different kinds and who were these beasts to hurt her? Rock must make sure that they stop. That they leave her alone. The fresh one was smaller, if Rock turned his teeth to that beast would they leave Blossom be? It was worth a shot.

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like legends do || dj quest feat shy guy vs mutts Nov 14, 2018 7:53:33 GMT -5

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Post by uwu on Nov 14, 2018 7:53:33 GMT -5

Shy Aubergine

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance

Quest and I do some serious damage to one of the ugly, confusing mutts. Yet, even with all the pain we inflicted, it still isn't dead yet. Just get away from us. The next thing I know the mutts attack me. Internally I panic. However, my armor takes the blunt of the first attack and the second one missed entirely. Ha! Stupid mutts! I stick out my tongue at them.

"I wonder who created them. Not like it matters." I tighten my grip on Earl. "No point in doing so because they're about to die. I lift up and swing as hard as I can.

Lyrics: Schism by Tool. Table: Lyndis

Attacks Blossom
XUeYUlvC5spiked blunt
nope

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Quest Hertz

We're in the field beyond the right and wrong
And the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it
I just say -"All is fair in love and war"

At first, I thought about how Shy and I had done pretty well all things considered. We had armor to cover ourselves, a pair of pointy clubs to smash things to shit, and were in sync with one another. Turns out a little bit of overconfidence goes a long way. In my momentary rejection of pessimism, I’d forgotten what was becoming plainly obvious: neither Shy nor I were as well suited to taking on actual threats than tributes that had no idea what they were doing. Imagine that. I thought, wheeling back. The cat-thing took a stab at Shy and I gritted my teeth, only to exhale when it was clear that he hadn’t gored the hell out of the twelve-year-old. The hovering orb swung and missed, but pressed forward all the same.

I wonder who created them. Not like it matters. Here’s the part where I was thinking – okay Shy, you’re a career. Somewhere in the little bits of your DNA is a cold blooded killer, ready to break apart these mutts like they were pieces of glass. He’d already pulverized someone’s skull, how hard could this be? Except it was hard. The solid 2 that had been displayed next to Shy’s name flashed in my head again, and I rolled my eyes. He bashed not once, but twice, taking only air with him.

‘Typically mutts are designed by the capitol with the express interest in attacking until a tributes heartbeat has stopped.’ JANET chirped across the music.

“Smooth move, kid.” I shook my head. Time to go back to thinking we were fucked.

I stumbled forward. The scratch the cat-like creature had landed was starting to burn, and it made it hard to concentrate. What a little sun of a bitch, you know? Probably some sort of poison to make me go all loopy, or worse, stop me from breathing. I held my club in one hand, and spun around Shy to avoid getting too entangled. I glanced out over the cliffs and then to the hissing, hundred-toothed creature. I snarled, throwing my full body into a run, and swung my foot as hard as I could at the mutt, looking to send it over the edge.

“HIYAAAAAA!”

[Quest Hertz Attacks Blossom with unarmed]

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like legends do || dj quest feat shy guy vs mutts Nov 14, 2018 22:03:37 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Nov 14, 2018 22:03:37 GMT -5

ROCK.

Blossom died with a strangled cry and something funny rose in Rock's gut. Anger? Sadness? Rock did not know. Rock knew only that he wanted to make the beasts pay. She was his only friend -- the only one that had been there for him through anything. He turned his attention to it and struck without remorse. Rock would make sure they felt the same kind of pain. Even if that meant Rock would die himself

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Post by uwu on Nov 14, 2018 22:43:51 GMT -5

Shy Aubergine

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance

Filler.
-acknowledges Janet's response with a "huh, makes sense. SHould have figured."
-Replies to Quest's response with a frown. "I can do better, I promise!"
-Watches as Rock takes off Quest's fingers
-Becomes little upsetti spaghetti
-"noooooOOOO!"
-Becomes VERY upsetti spaghetti
-and disgusted
-"Are you okay?

Lyrics: Schism by Tool. Table: Lyndis

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Quest Hertz

We're in the field beyond the right and wrong
And the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it
I just say -"All is fair in love and war"

There was a certain sense of satisfaction watching the creature tumble down over the edge. It ragdolled along some of the jagged rocks before coming to a splat along the shoreline. A thick, black paste I assumed was its blood collected in the waves. “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I muttered out along the echoes of Shy and the tentacled mutt behind me.

I can do better, I promise. It’s a funny thing, the way there’s so much hope there. I don’t know if I ever used to think that way. My Dad was always pushing get-rich quick schemes and having my brother and I be his gophers – it felt like our world was more about serving other people, for no real purpose, and when you took a step back it was…sad. My mom would tell me that the only good thing about getting old was knowing you’d spend the rest of your days working until you died, so it was better to have fun with it. And her definition of fun was usually spending afternoons into evens at the bars around the corner from our apartment, and introducing to me to friends that smoked too much.

“Damn it!” The memories faded with another break of waves, and I’m left getting caught by a tentacle creature slicing off a few of my digits. “Ow… Ow… fuck…” I’m too focused on the loss of my fingers to notice the cannon sounds – two? Three? – only the pulsing of blood through my fingers and the thumping of my heart in my ears. “You lousy little son of a bitch.”

Wilfred thinks I should’ve talked to someone at the college about it – the anger. He says that it boils me up and cooks me, so I come out overdone. I told him that it’s always been there, as far as I can remember. Flashes since I was a little kid, on my sixth birthday and socking some kid in the face for undoing my bow. Or when I was thirteen, and a boy asked me if I’d suck his dick on a dare, and punched him in the face. And just sixteen, when one of the other kids in the underground told me my music was shit, so I kicked him in the balls… and then punched him in the face.

The more I think about it – there have been some really great times.

“Step aside kid.” I snarled and took a deep breath. So they wanted to break us apart, make us one of the early and forgotten? Well – I wasn’t about to go down without making sure this jellyfish monster knew who was boss.

“Hnnnnnnnng!”

[Quest Hertz attacks Rock with her Spiked Blunt]
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Post by ᴥ on Nov 15, 2018 15:14:31 GMT -5

ROCK.

Rock found pain interesting. The small one missed ths large one broke Rock and he writhed in pain at the blow. It was curious, much more intense than the bumps and bruises Rock had acquired previously. But he didnt care, Rock was determined to make them pay. He turned to the smaller one once more.

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Post by uwu on Nov 15, 2018 17:30:36 GMT -5

Shy Aubergine

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance

Frustrated with Earl's inadequate performances, I through him on the ground. Stupid useless piece of poop. I feel around in my bag for the cool looking knife from a couple of days ago, flinging everything out in to find it. Where is it? please don't tell me I lost it. I know I didn't, because it's right here! Shy says something behind me, but I don't pay attention I pull it out and admire it's design. But it all gets ruined when I feel a sharp quick pain on the back of my head.

"Hey, what gives?" I glare at the mutt. "What gives you the idea to attack someone with their back turned. That's rude." I lift up my dagger threateningly. "Why don't you mind your own business? We didn't even want you two here." Stupid mutts being annoying. I mutter incoherent sentences under my breath as I lunge at it. "Might as well die while you're at it, especially for hurting my friend here."

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2136 -- Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damageknife

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Quest Hertz

We're in the field beyond the right and wrong
And the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it
I just say -"All is fair in love and war

The tentacled creature took a slice at Shy and it nicks his helmet. I let out another sigh of relief that someone was smart enough to get him what he needed yesterday. He was still without a scratch, and I was hoping it would stay that way. Better for me to suck in all the real blows, and let it push me through. I didn’t think there’s much more to swinging the Morningstar than aiming and attempting to club the thing out of existence. In reality, I was hoping that my blow will explode the thing like a balloon for what it’s managed to do with the two of us.

“Great shot, Shy,” I said across the echoes of its beaked tentacles against metal. What was district six thinking now – were we good enough to root for? Maybe. We were an oddity, lasting out a few cannon shots on our own side path. Fuck what they wanted to root for, anyway. If we made our own terms here it didn’t matter what six was cheering for or booing. And who knew if Parson was even still out there, putting up a fight (there went another cannon).

"Okay asshole. Let’s send you back down to the ocean where you belong. Say hello to all your little disgusting friends for me.” I said, adrenaline still hiding the fact that there was blood coming from two spots where finger should have been. I raised the club over my head and roared. I brought it down in a swift motion at the jellyfish.

“YEEEEEARGH!”

[Quest Hertz Attacks Rock with her Spiked Blunt]

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ROCK.

Desperate things were interesting things. Rock wondered if they shared rage, if they shared fear. Life was short until it was over and Rock was ready to be done with it all. To join Blossom, her corpse beside him, blood spilling from mangled bodies and Rock must not look much better. He was terrified, ready to fight for a life Rock was about to lose.

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Shy Aubergine

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance

Dammit. The stupid mutt was still alive, even though it looked like one good hit to that jelly-blob-part should have made the entire body pop like a water balloon. I guess that thing is tougher than I thought it was. Its tentacles comes inches from stabbing me in the face, and I almost trip over Earl as I scramble away. I remember the guy two years ago who tried to fight a massive snow creature by himself. I don't want to be like all those other Careers from District Two who got killed fighting mutts.

My trainer always said it was important to keep a cool head, so I probably messed up by throwing away Earl and trying to stab it with a tiny little knife. I stick the knife into my belt, and pick ~~him~~ it up again. I'm sorry I got mad at you, Earl. I probably sound crazy, talking to a weapon, but I'm kind of attached to it now. Even if it's kind of creepy that that Eleven guy's blood is still in the wood.

Please bring me luck, I tell Earl, and swing.

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Quest Hertz

We're in the field beyond the right and wrong
And the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it
I just say -"All is fair in love and war"

A tentacle flew forward but went long of Shy and then – sploosh.

“Thank fucking god.” I dropped my club to the ground and leaned forward with both hands on my knees. Was that another cannon sound? I sat up and stared long into the distance, and then toward the trees. “How many was that you think?” I hadn’t been paying enough attention to put a finger on if there’d been three or four cannons, but I knew it was more than we’d had yesterday. Guess some of the groups had come across each other, and things were starting to get bloodier.

“Hold a sec.” A shape bobbed in the distance. Were they sending another mutt to finish off what they’d started? And to think I’d felt so good when I’d awoken that morning, now I was ready to just lay myself across the rocks and sleep until who knew when (though I imagine whatever was mixing with my blood was partially to blame). I gathered myself and grabbed my weapon, ready to smash whatever it was to kingdom come. There was movement behind a cropping of rocks, and I shushed Shy. “Let’s see what this – ”

Of course, before I could even finish explaining to Shy on what I planned on doing, the idiotic thing decided to show itself. Blazing forward at top speed was an overly plump bird that had a plume of grey and brown, with a red neck and beady black eyes. The thing let out a chorus of gobbles as it lurched forward, with what one would suppose was fear more than fury, though I don’t rightfully know if its brain was capable of making the distinction.

“What the hell is that thing?” I staggered back.

‘Meleagris gallopavo – or, the domestic turkey.’ JANET was quick to inform us.

GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE. And Gobbles was quick to remind us of his presence.

It rushed past me before staggering backward, staring up into the sky, letting our another call, and then rushing back toward me. Upon its second approach, its foot caught something in the rocks, and it fell forward in a tumble.

“Is that… ew… JANET what is that?” Except I didn’t need JANET to tell me, but I didn’t want to be the one to start talking about how this literal Turkey had managed to not only scare the shit out of us, it also found some pot full of piss to get everywhere. The river of yellow splashed across the rocks and splattered on JANET. I hoped she was self-cleaning.

‘Urine.’ JANET hummed. ‘Showing trace minerals of calcium, phosphate, chloride, and other elements. Primarily composed of Urea.’

“Glad to know whoever’s pissed and left it behind is good and healthy.” I whiffed my shoes forward as though that would get the flecks of it off, though the damage had been done. I stared at the now shivering bird, who stared from Shy to me while making chittering noises. “Okay… thing…” I started, but slapped my hand to my face. I was talking to a fucking bird. “Okay – Gobbles. Gobbles. That’s a good name for you right? I don’t have any messages to send anyone, so you might as well scram. I don’t know if anyone told you, but I’m not really the – ‘oh let me send a letter to someone before I kill them’ type. Or the ‘I miss you so much bff I met in a week’ type.”

Gobbles puffed his feathers, closed his eyes, and proceeded to defecate onto the rocks.

“Right. I don’t know what I was expecting.” I took another breath and made a wave to Shy. “Let’s just patch ourselves up and find some place to set up camp before night falls.”

Somehow I imagined it was going to be a rather long evening.

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