bloody bagpipes [Bagpipe vs BITNB Day 2]
Oct 17, 2015 10:20:35 GMT -5
Post by mat on Oct 17, 2015 10:20:35 GMT -5
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rodrick benstaloe
axe
rodrick benstaloe
By the time Daria had come back, she was hurt, and I didn’t think I could do anything to help her. I breathe. Knowing she’s save is practically saving my own life. If this really is real, then Daria is someone that I would regret ever getting to know because I want to live. Life could be fake, and her death would just be another common casualty of my dreams.
Another cannon sounds throughout the rest of the day. I watched the last games with Rodney closely, and there seems to be a lowered death count for day one. It must be embarrassing for the Capitol to have no juicy bloodbaths for two years straight, but I don’t feel bad. Those people are weird and agitating. If I did win, I’d probably still end up killing myself due to their idioticness.
I stay close-by to Daria for the rest of the Day. As the sun begins to fall and the moon rises, I wonder if she’ll ever speak. It would be cool to see her make one of those emotional stories when she tries to talk when or if she’s at her deathbed. No. I quickly stop myself from thinking about her death. She will live, she has to live.
The sun is almost fully lost in the Earth, and I hope it will rise again for me to see it at least once more. Heather has a birthday apparently on the third day of the games. I wish we could celebrate it for her, but she’s sort of odd. I don’t really know what to make of her. She’s nice yet weird at the same time.
The sky is now dark, and we continue to walk. Half-asleep yet still aware, I listen to a chime a bit similar to the harp in the bloodbath. It is going to show us who died, and tell us who didn’t.
Draco Wellings, District 7
I stare at Heather. That was the one I saw lay silently on the bloody wooden boards. I don’t know if they were close, but Heather had met this person before at least once.
Paige Hope, District 8
It’s that crazy girl’s sister. They look similar. Not exact. I felt bad for the young girl who made is so far just to have her dreams shattered. The worst way to die in my dreams.
Do you think you could crush dreams, Rodrick? My mind is playing tricks on my head again.
You know who I am, and I want an answer. My breath begins to become louder and with more power. I don’t know who it is.
It’s the dream master, and I want you to make sure none of your friends die. It’s not him. It can’t be him. But even if it isn’t, I will still do as it asks. I don’t want Tyler, Daria, or crazy Heather to die. We don’t deserve to die.
We eventually stop, but my thoughts don’t. It keeps talking to me. It is trying to command me to make this dream, or whatever it is, into what he wants it to be.
When we all get down to sleep, my head lies upon my bag filled with goodies. I keep my ax close, and I try my hardest to keep my eyes open. And I’m a fucking try hard.
My eyes shift back, and what I see I am not pleased to see. I dreaded this moment. I dreaded the fact that I knew, one way or another, this was going to happen. I just didn’t expect it to come so soon. I inhale and exhale quicker now, feeling the blood ready to pump to keep my energy going. I haven’t eaten since I was in the Capitol, and the pain of not having food I desperately need is something that wears me out even more than trudging around in heavy armor. I flinch as if I’m going to perish right that second, but I don’t. I keep my eyes wide open, ready for war. I grip the axe I’ve learned to appreciate and raise it. I want to scream out for help, but I can’t. I can’t attract more blood thirsty people to this fight that will be brewing.
Okay, you can do this. You just have to prepare yourself. You can’t be afraid of other people. You weren’t afraid in the bloodbath, so why are you now? You defended yourself to well there, and you will do exactly the same if you keep your optimism high! That’s what kills people, their lack of self-confidence and pessimism; both of these you don’t have!
So just breathe. I breathe, feeling the adrenaline rush.
Ready your axe. I ready my axe, staring at the figure I want to target.
Aim. My eyes are in sync with the person’s movement.
Make sure you believe, Rowdy. I believe, I do. I have to do this for Rodney. For Daria. For Heather. For Tyler. For the guy that was the first to pass. None of us deserve to die, but I will play the protective role for them if need be.
I swing my axe at the target. Swing. Or, well. Keep doing what you’re doing in order to survive, Benstaloe.
I don’t care about survival. I care about these people.
[attacks odile; Gallowglass Axe]
z42A2fGxaxe
11039 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
(Axe)
Another cannon sounds throughout the rest of the day. I watched the last games with Rodney closely, and there seems to be a lowered death count for day one. It must be embarrassing for the Capitol to have no juicy bloodbaths for two years straight, but I don’t feel bad. Those people are weird and agitating. If I did win, I’d probably still end up killing myself due to their idioticness.
I stay close-by to Daria for the rest of the Day. As the sun begins to fall and the moon rises, I wonder if she’ll ever speak. It would be cool to see her make one of those emotional stories when she tries to talk when or if she’s at her deathbed. No. I quickly stop myself from thinking about her death. She will live, she has to live.
The sun is almost fully lost in the Earth, and I hope it will rise again for me to see it at least once more. Heather has a birthday apparently on the third day of the games. I wish we could celebrate it for her, but she’s sort of odd. I don’t really know what to make of her. She’s nice yet weird at the same time.
The sky is now dark, and we continue to walk. Half-asleep yet still aware, I listen to a chime a bit similar to the harp in the bloodbath. It is going to show us who died, and tell us who didn’t.
Draco Wellings, District 7
I stare at Heather. That was the one I saw lay silently on the bloody wooden boards. I don’t know if they were close, but Heather had met this person before at least once.
Paige Hope, District 8
It’s that crazy girl’s sister. They look similar. Not exact. I felt bad for the young girl who made is so far just to have her dreams shattered. The worst way to die in my dreams.
Do you think you could crush dreams, Rodrick? My mind is playing tricks on my head again.
You know who I am, and I want an answer. My breath begins to become louder and with more power. I don’t know who it is.
It’s the dream master, and I want you to make sure none of your friends die. It’s not him. It can’t be him. But even if it isn’t, I will still do as it asks. I don’t want Tyler, Daria, or crazy Heather to die. We don’t deserve to die.
We eventually stop, but my thoughts don’t. It keeps talking to me. It is trying to command me to make this dream, or whatever it is, into what he wants it to be.
When we all get down to sleep, my head lies upon my bag filled with goodies. I keep my ax close, and I try my hardest to keep my eyes open. And I’m a fucking try hard.
My eyes shift back, and what I see I am not pleased to see. I dreaded this moment. I dreaded the fact that I knew, one way or another, this was going to happen. I just didn’t expect it to come so soon. I inhale and exhale quicker now, feeling the blood ready to pump to keep my energy going. I haven’t eaten since I was in the Capitol, and the pain of not having food I desperately need is something that wears me out even more than trudging around in heavy armor. I flinch as if I’m going to perish right that second, but I don’t. I keep my eyes wide open, ready for war. I grip the axe I’ve learned to appreciate and raise it. I want to scream out for help, but I can’t. I can’t attract more blood thirsty people to this fight that will be brewing.
Okay, you can do this. You just have to prepare yourself. You can’t be afraid of other people. You weren’t afraid in the bloodbath, so why are you now? You defended yourself to well there, and you will do exactly the same if you keep your optimism high! That’s what kills people, their lack of self-confidence and pessimism; both of these you don’t have!
So just breathe. I breathe, feeling the adrenaline rush.
Ready your axe. I ready my axe, staring at the figure I want to target.
Aim. My eyes are in sync with the person’s movement.
Make sure you believe, Rowdy. I believe, I do. I have to do this for Rodney. For Daria. For Heather. For Tyler. For the guy that was the first to pass. None of us deserve to die, but I will play the protective role for them if need be.
I swing my axe at the target. Swing. Or, well. Keep doing what you’re doing in order to survive, Benstaloe.
I don’t care about survival. I care about these people.
[attacks odile; Gallowglass Axe]
z42A2fGxaxe
11039 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
(Axe)
axe
