91st - Day 8 Anthem

If death was a specter in days passed, it is now your lone companion. The storm which has raged since the dawn of Day Five has finally ebbed. You dismiss death. You’ve no need of company any more. But stubbornly, futilely, the reaper’s shadow traces your every breath. Whether you’ve many kills notched in your leather belt or just the one from today, your shoulders are heavy. The violet, violent corruption can only explain so much. The world feels very empty when the anthem’s drums wake…

Cordelia Bardot, District 1
Carly Volkov, District 9
Derecho Sinclair, District 4
Tune Walker, District 12

20 gone, only 4 remain. Three more must die if you ever hope to see your home again.

Congratulations on surviving Day 7!

As the thunder fades into the distance, a light rain drizzles in its wake. At times it seems to stop, only to begin again, softly, gently. It’s damp and uncomfortable, but also pleasantly quiet and still. For the first time in many days there’s no cawing of fiendish birds or grumbling of fearsome beasts. It’s the calm that lulls you into a restorative sleep.**

Meanwhile, the arena waits for you to make your next – and very nearly your last – move.