Anthem Day 5

The dry heat continues to sap your strength and sweat as it beats down mercilessly. When the sun finally goes down, the cool of the night air does little to grant you respite. Music blares and the Capitol seal appears overhead, naming the fallen of the day.

Jacinda Zembori District Eight
Nocturne Vargas District Nine

 Two tributes dead. After you do some quick mental math, you come to the realization that there are thirteen more tributes left in the Arena. Twelve more people must die if you are to go home. You wait for the sky to fade to black, but the Capitol emblem stays put. The immediately recognizable voice of Claudius Templesmith booms across the arena a moment afterwards. “Good evening tributes! May I congratulate you on securing a place in the final thirteen? You’ve all done such a good job of making friends. But isn’t it time you branched out a little?” he laughs as if expecting you to agree with him.”There’s a gold - excuse me, silver rush going down at the mine tomorrow.” A locked strongbox flashes over the seal. "And I expect you all to join in with the festivities as this is of course, a feast. That is, assuming you don’t get held up on the way over." The seal vanishes and you settle down for sleep. A rumble in the ground jerks you awake only minutes afterwards. Something stirs in the arena. Hundreds scorpion mites burst out of the ground, nipping at your heels and chasing you far and wide. They are soon joined by Jack Rattlers and Prairie Runners and yet though they chase you and your companions, leaving some in the center of the  Ghost Town between the theater and the gallows and carrying others deep into the silver mine, all of the mutts seem very, very afraid.