buffoonery {cansven day 2}

As the clutter of spiders began to scatter away, we found ourselves leaving the building as well. Bodies painted with faint neon colors of pinks and orange and green and purple - it was as if some cloud of chalk decided to paint us. We looked like some sort of pretty picture a child would draw to get put on the wall of their kitchen. We didn't deserve to be pretty - not in way - it was never worth the beautiful collection of paints that design us.

Exiting the building told us that it was starting to become much later, and the hijinks kept us hidden from the progressing day. I wonder if anyone died today. If they did, must be real embarrassing to be overshadowed by an arachno-circus. A poor ass excuse for a Games' legacy, like my name holder.

Canvas lets out an exhale as we try to find the next home for the night. "What the hell was that?" - passing a building, he seems to hesitate entering before moving along to the next one where he leans against it. "That's something straight out of a nightmare." He's not wrong, but it must suck to be him in this case. This entire arena was generated, crafted to be the helm of a new cap of nightmares to fill ones' head. If there was anything stopping me from wanting to redeem my family name, it was that.

Coming home, to lay down in that barn with the occasional trot of a horse or the flutter of a chicken being scared by a wind-tossed-straw of hay, and not being able to escape it. Not being able to escape that it was all my family had left, besides me, and escaping it meant entering here. It makes me wonder if sleepless nights were going to be worth it. As if a night's worth of pain - turning into a week, a month, a year, a decade- would make any of the sleepless nights worth it. Canvas lets out a laugh which grounds me back to here, not the future. I guess I should talk.

"All of this is. Each day is a new nightmare to riddle your breath and curse your psyche." I look out at the shit town that we're in and Canvas speaks up once again. "I don't know how much sun we'll have left, so maybe we find a building to try to camp out in for the night."

That sounds like a good plan to me. "As long as dog sized spiders that have silk mastery don't currently occupy it. That toilet water still makes me want to vomit." Of course, the spider was trying to flee, but goddamn it was one of the most disgusting feelings. WHat was in that water? How long has it been there? What's dissolved in there?

A shiver rushes through my body.

"Maybe we'll get lucky and find an unoccupied one fully."

It was doubtful, but there can always be a hope. Not that I wanted to be alone with him.

That'd be weird.

One of us - if not both - will die.

There's no room for second hearts in a game to keep your own alive.

dope