Anthem - Day 8

Symbolic, a representation of your state of being, you're being driven towards the glowing paintings as an attraction. Panting - your body aches and bleeds, it begs you to succumb but your mind tells you to push just a little longer. Your heart? You can't tell if it's still beating, you hold your sore hands to your chest and swear you can feel it faintly, but in these circumstances you already think you're dead. Perhaps the gentle beat just remains for comfort? One couldn't tell, one couldn't be sure, because you know the hearts of twenty-two others have lost their pulse for you to be here.

Roger Strangways-Teach, District 4
Machaon Amador, District 8

The eerie glow of the daily anthem paints a hue across the dark caves, the stalactites threaten to fall one by one upon what remains of you. The faces glisten a life that was cut short, one by you, and one by the only thing standing in the way of you and the crown. They're still vying for it, but so are you. To bring honor to your District you must kill, even the innocence. To become a victor, you must prove to be the strongest, strategy, tactics, physical, and mental. However, does one truly win?

The thought dawns on you occasionally. Your body brings you to your feet, be it two, one, or none. Pushed to the only glow that remains in line of sight - the walls are painting themselves over, the sounds of screeching ring through your eardrums, threatening to collapse the arena in on itself far too early, yet too late. The dragon has crushed the lone caves in on themselves, and all that remains is rubble, an open cave, and remnants of what had been.

Pandora's Box has been opened once again since the Feast. Unleashing a final Hell, the two tributes force their way to the Lonely Caves, the once pitch black setting has become faintly lit with torches that line the wall. With faintly glowing cave paintings that shine brightly within the freezing, lonely dark. They depict the days as they progress forward, the fights, the names, the faces line the walls every inch with gruesome deaths since the rise into the arena. All Hell comes to a stop, but only for a second, you read the words plated atop the entrance of the caves, bones of the dead forming the entrance into an art.

A torch lights it, eyes squinting one reads the foreign words.

"Lasciate Ogni Speranza, Voi Ch'entrate."

(Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter.)

Congratulations on surviving Day Seven, Tributes!



General Information

Day Eight ends when we have a victor.
Posting is mandatory for all tributes.

Mandated Fights

Lonely Caves
Justice Fray* vs Iris Flower-Oak*

* Tribute has opted for double healing

(Tributes have been moved to Lonely Caves, but retain double healing.)


CLIMATE

Weather: I don't even know anymore, but death is at an all time high. It's humid and hot as well
Temperature: 90F
Humidity: 100%