Anthem - Day 4

The fourth cannon finalizes it.

“Perfect,” Lily says, giggling in her seat as she watches the hovercraft scavenge Panda Scope’s body. “A betrayal. How delicious.” She could practically taste it against the roof of her mouth, sweet and sour like wild berries left out under the sun.

Rot had begun to set.

The roots of the game were old and primordial, that much she knew, but rot had a way of encroaching upon places it never should. It was seeking, searching. It robbed others of their own lives to enrich its own.

The three of them, they were lords of the rot, maggots abound all over their innards.

She could feel them crawling under her skin. Little families wiggling in unison with a shared excitement, all squealing that the games had begun. It had begun, it had begun. Lily lets out another laugh. The maggots join the chorus.

“Let’s take it up a notch,” she says through a grin. “Now, let’s decide - day or night or day night - mhm, well, what about both?”

Her grin stretches to bare teeth.

“Both sounds great.”

Congratulations, tributes, on surviving Day 3! 

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At the crack of the fourth cannon, the twilit skies pulse a pewter-blue in knowing. Blood has been spilled, the want has been sated.

This knowledge clears the way for a serene, almost tranquil evening as a moonlit sky greets the tributes with its brilliance and paints everything silver. Mushrooms glow. Flowers laugh. Under the dancing leaf-shaped shadows and boughs of flowering trees, fairies dance together in unison, making cheer. Ivies grow out of nowhere, carpeting the floor of the canopy forest, and fruits become plump over seconds in the orchard, releasing the sweetest aromas. The arena is celebrating, dear tributes, and so should you.

After all, as the anthem lights up the sky, you can see that the numbers have begun to dwindle.

Numair Black, District Four. 
Olete Bene, District Nine. 
Quentin Quinn, District Six. 
Panda Scope, District Four. 

Over the songs of the wildflowers and mushroom caps, daylight comes. Or it does to certain areas of the arena. Other parts, however, cling to the state of revelry at hand, enslaving the night for their own pleasures.

The portal at the heart of the arena, now an archway of moss and fungi, glows.

But remember, tributes.

Very few things are what they seem here. 


GENERAL INFORMATION.
Day 4 ends on Friday, July 14th.

Please see this post for areas affected by the Blight on Day 4.

Highly recommend checking out the Muttation List for inspiration & information on how your tributes may have ended up facing their mutts!

Day 4 Specific RE's: Here, Here, Here

Posting is mandatory for all tributes.


MANDATED FIGHTS


CANOPY FOREST (NIGHT)

Bad Influence (Caspian, Torian, Jayson, Ulysses) vs Faemous (Larissa, Perry, Bellamy) vs Unnamed Duo (Magi, Lara) ^**
Posting Order: Perry, Torian, Larissa, Bellamy, Jayson, Caspian, Ulysses ^⁑, Lara^!, Magi

CRUMBLING CENOTE (NIGHT)

KruWill (Krueger, Will) vs Feylost (Elijah, Lillybird, Vallen) vs 1 Manticut (35 HP) (napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. )†
Posting Order: Krueger, Will, Vallen, Elijah, Lillybird, Mutt

FRUIT ORCHARD (DAY)

Bad Blood (Luna, Thomas, Xaahira) vs Cock & Belles (Hespie, Elise, Leonora)^ †
Posting Order: Thomas, Leonora, Luna, Elise, Xaahira, Hespie


Additional notations:
^† 1 tribute death is required
^** 2 tribute deaths are required
^⁑ tribute moves up one slot in turn order (IC sponsorship/RE perk)
^! tribute opted for double healing
^{^} tributes were moved. moved tributes have the option of gathering items from original location or new location, but not both.



CLIMATE.

Spring has returned and brought with it a bountiful harvest of wildflowers, warm air, and a general sense of calm. The areas infected by blight, however, feels oddly warmer than others. Summer, it seems, is next.

Temperature: 52°F/11°C
Humidity: Low

A continually updated table can be found here, on the HG Engine.
Our lovely member Rook also made this companion engine!

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