This is where :: 86th Finale
Dec 7, 2020 20:56:51 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Dec 7, 2020 20:56:51 GMT -5
S H Y .
Sleep wasn't a guaranteed luxury in the games, but I hoped for a few minutes of it before the artificial sun rose. After the anthem blared across the blank, dead sky, my body chose that then was a great time to uncontrollably shiver all night long. The anthem told me it was Piper that I killed the night before, but that shouldn't have caused me to act up like this. I couldn't give two shits about any tributes in these games after Del died, even though I can't shake off the feeling that I should recognize her name. It wasn't the cold either. All the random articles of clothing I had still held up, and the wind stopped yelling for once. At least it stopped after the anthem blared. How many of us are left now? Two tributes? No chance to hide behind someone else today. Not that I've been able to for the past two days. You can't fuck this up, Shy. You don't get a second chance this time.
Resting my head on my bag, I watch as the sky turned from black to blue one final time in the arena. The usual white glare of the snow blinded me, no longer tainted by the sick joke the gamemakers had thought of the night before. How do they think that what they did is okay? None of this is. At least they cleaned it up, and it'll all be over soon. At least now I don't have to think about-- bro. You don't think in general. Stop making yourself feel better about yourself. You haven't cared about anything these entire games, except for MAYBE Del, and even that's debatable. I finish off what's left of my pills. Shut the fuck up, brain. I'll hate myself later. Let the wind guide me in silence.
If I had a watch, I would be able to tell you how much time passed as I wandered, but I don't. Call me J.D. Salinger if you must. Who the fuck is he? Some lame-ass artist? Why reference him if you don't know who he is? Well here I am, magically at the bonfire, a familiar sight. I think. Probably fought here at one point I feel like. At least it's warmer here. Wait, no, the fire isn't real. Maybe I have fought here. Fuck why do I not pay attention? Well, I'm paying attention to whatever the fuck is coming at me in the distance now.
A pack of wolves leads a pack of sleds with what I assume is the last remaining tribute. If you pay so much attention, then, what's his name? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!? I don't keep track of all the fucking tributes. I'm not the game makers or their mothers. Why the fuck should I care who I'm fighting if I know one of us is going to die? That's all I need to know! And I just was saying how I don't pay attention you shit brain.
I drop the lead to my loan sled and grab my death stick. This is it, Shy, He's the only thing between you and going home. I know you want to die, but who wants to die in an arena? You know what it's like to die in one, alone and helpless. You can't control being alone, but you can control being helpless. You're a career whether you like it or not. You have the advantage. You have to do this. If for no one else, do it for Del. He trusted you, even if you didn't trust him or yourself. I focus on my target and charge. Don't fuck it up, Shy.
Shy Attacks Caleb with his Ice Club
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14187 -- MISS -- 0.0 damage
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Day 9(?) Reroll
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14107 -- MISS -- 0.0 damage
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