another maroon metaphor | u / l (day 1)

U L Y S S E S.

All things considered, I think that I've come a long way in my… crafting abilities. From learning how to avoid making dicks for swords with Hespie's help to learning how to fix a shoe using more than duct tape, I'm more resourceful than I've been before. And that's one of the reasons I'm so excited that we took over the Cornucopia and the wealth! Ropes, paint, and sharp objects can be shattered and cause a mean cut.

The container will with red stuff (Blood? Tomato sauce? Tomato juice? …who can really tell) is hoisted up near the clearing by a rope trigger. I don't think it'll do much other than give whichever tribute triggers it a jumpscare, but the idea of that moment coming true seems satisfactory enough. I've heard stories about getting this sort of stuff poured all over you, and how it can really ruin your day. Especially if you're wearing a light neutral color. But hey: I could be giving the person that trips on this here rope a gift if they're hungry. Surely this stuff is edible; it was put in the same containers as the banana bread, pot pies, and eggs found in the Cornucopia.

Now that the container is settled on the branch, I just need to tie the rope down and trigger the trap! Easy peasy lemon fucki- who is that?

I crouch down, eyes peaked above the bush. Don't trigger the trap… don't trigger the trap. I want someone to get bodied by this container, but I also don't want to be here and feel any responsibility when it happens… so…