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TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to Panem. You have been selected to participate in the 75th Annual Hunger Games!
Premise: Something has gone a bit wrong with the device, and it's pulling in more people than the Capitol had planned. Extras, doubles, or even the same exact version of someone already pulled into Panem, with or without their memories! It's a mess. But somebody has to clean it up. And what better way to do so than to have a televised death-match!?
This Arena is designed to be a small mock arena not all that dissimilar to the in-game arenas we run here at The Games. Our hope is to give new and prospective players a place to get their feet wet, and get a feel for the fun (and bloody) mess that goes on around here. This meme is open to anyone and everyone who would like to play. Current cast members, veteran and new, as well as anyone just wanting top drop in and have some fun!
How To Play.
Current cast members - you may tag into this Arena in any way you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.
This meme may not count for in-game CR because it will not be considered as having actually happened, plot-wise.
Guests - welcome to Panem. This is your first time here. Your first Hunger Games. Run for the Cornucopia. Hide in a corner and cry. We don't care. Go crazy. Have fun. Make new friends. Profit.
***An important side note, as it is within the confines of the Area in-game, all powers are lessened/nullified to bring any character down to a vincible level. (I.E. Make more magical/super-powered characters easier to actually kill for a normal person). Rule of thumb: If it's a physical difference, the Capitol will not mutilate it out (wings, etc), but other wise it's gone.
The Arena.
Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.
Setting.
The building is old and musty, light filtering down through the dust particles that every movement sends into the air. It was obviously once a grand and beautiful place, a bustling hub, but this is far from true anymore.
The building consists of multiple levels. The main concourse is a huge, cavernous room, a hard place to hide in, but where all the cornucopia goodies can be found. Blue paint speckled with gold can still be seen clinging to what's left of the room, but any design has long since eroded away. Below that, a floor that ones held business and restaurants of all natures, and lower still levels of tracks, now long past the days of holding trains. Some of these tracks can be followed down a bit, if you want to make the jump down into them, but eventually all end short, either collapsed over the years or long since flooded out, ending in dark, murky water.
You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, solid boots, a light cotton t-shirt and a heavy cotton hoodie. The upper floor can catch a draft, especially as night comes, but below the temperature is moderate, even warm.
Many thins are falling apart here, but the bulk of the building, made of cement and marble, has stood against time well. However, window have long since broken out, and store fronts, benches and counters made of woods have not fared as well.
Al thought electricity stopped here long ago, the Capitol has rigged partial power into the arena. Sometimes. The flickering lights are dim, and unreliable, and seem to always come and go at the worst times. Expect to find yourself exploring a tunnel by flickering lights, to suddenly be plunged into the kind of darkness you can only find under ground. Just you, the rat, and the person following you alone in the cozy darkness.
Supplies.
The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:
Weapons:
-crowbar
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
-night stick
Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet) iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-flash lights
**IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!
Since this is a meme, we are going to allow each character the pick of ONE weapon and ONE equipment item, if you believe that your character would risk running for the cornucopia. Just remember. These are high demand items and we rather encourage you to fight over them ;) So long as you all remain civilized about it, of course. If things get out of hand, a mod will step in. Have fun with it, but be realistic too.
Immediate Hazards.
-The rats. They are big, nasty, and hungry. And there are MANY of them, especially if you go into the tunnels.
-Debris. Broken glass, rusted metal, broken concrete, rotten wood. This place has been falling apart for years and you weren't given a tetanus shot before you came here.
-Cave ins. The tunnels have not been maintained. They are not as stable as they once were after years of flooding and damage with no one to patch them up.
-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...
Wildlife.
**Columba livia. Common city pigeon. They are available in mass, flying in from the broken windows and holes in the roof. They are flighty, and messy, but not particularly smart.
**Loxosceles reclusa granda. Aggressive and unnervingly large brown spiders native to the area and love to lurk in dark corners. Their bites are incredibly poisonous and will begin to rot away the surrounding flesh if not treated promptly.
**Rattus norvegicus. The common rat. Edible if cooked. Known to be carriers of diseases. (Especially if they were put here to do just that...) These guys are EVERYWHERE and some of them get to sizes that might make you wonder if they are cross breeding with stay dogs. And if you explores the tunnels, beware the mythical rat king a massive bundles of rats whose tails have knotted together.
Foodstuffs.
Both the rats and pigeons are edible. In additions, some of the restaurants might have food tucked into the back, in various states of edible.
Dripping water can be found in many places. Drink at your own risk. Some is fine, some...not so much.
As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Premise: Something has gone a bit wrong with the device, and it's pulling in more people than the Capitol had planned. Extras, doubles, or even the same exact version of someone already pulled into Panem, with or without their memories! It's a mess. But somebody has to clean it up. And what better way to do so than to have a televised death-match!?
This Arena is designed to be a small mock arena not all that dissimilar to the in-game arenas we run here at The Games. Our hope is to give new and prospective players a place to get their feet wet, and get a feel for the fun (and bloody) mess that goes on around here. This meme is open to anyone and everyone who would like to play. Current cast members, veteran and new, as well as anyone just wanting top drop in and have some fun!
How To Play.
Current cast members - you may tag into this Arena in any way you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.
This meme may not count for in-game CR because it will not be considered as having actually happened, plot-wise.
Guests - welcome to Panem. This is your first time here. Your first Hunger Games. Run for the Cornucopia. Hide in a corner and cry. We don't care. Go crazy. Have fun. Make new friends. Profit.
***An important side note, as it is within the confines of the Area in-game, all powers are lessened/nullified to bring any character down to a vincible level. (I.E. Make more magical/super-powered characters easier to actually kill for a normal person). Rule of thumb: If it's a physical difference, the Capitol will not mutilate it out (wings, etc), but other wise it's gone.
The Arena.
Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.
Setting.
The building is old and musty, light filtering down through the dust particles that every movement sends into the air. It was obviously once a grand and beautiful place, a bustling hub, but this is far from true anymore.
The building consists of multiple levels. The main concourse is a huge, cavernous room, a hard place to hide in, but where all the cornucopia goodies can be found. Blue paint speckled with gold can still be seen clinging to what's left of the room, but any design has long since eroded away. Below that, a floor that ones held business and restaurants of all natures, and lower still levels of tracks, now long past the days of holding trains. Some of these tracks can be followed down a bit, if you want to make the jump down into them, but eventually all end short, either collapsed over the years or long since flooded out, ending in dark, murky water.
You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, solid boots, a light cotton t-shirt and a heavy cotton hoodie. The upper floor can catch a draft, especially as night comes, but below the temperature is moderate, even warm.
Many thins are falling apart here, but the bulk of the building, made of cement and marble, has stood against time well. However, window have long since broken out, and store fronts, benches and counters made of woods have not fared as well.
Al thought electricity stopped here long ago, the Capitol has rigged partial power into the arena. Sometimes. The flickering lights are dim, and unreliable, and seem to always come and go at the worst times. Expect to find yourself exploring a tunnel by flickering lights, to suddenly be plunged into the kind of darkness you can only find under ground. Just you, the rat, and the person following you alone in the cozy darkness.
Supplies.
The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:
Weapons:
-crowbar
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
-night stick
Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet) iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-flash lights
**IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!
Since this is a meme, we are going to allow each character the pick of ONE weapon and ONE equipment item, if you believe that your character would risk running for the cornucopia. Just remember. These are high demand items and we rather encourage you to fight over them ;) So long as you all remain civilized about it, of course. If things get out of hand, a mod will step in. Have fun with it, but be realistic too.
Immediate Hazards.
-The rats. They are big, nasty, and hungry. And there are MANY of them, especially if you go into the tunnels.
-Debris. Broken glass, rusted metal, broken concrete, rotten wood. This place has been falling apart for years and you weren't given a tetanus shot before you came here.
-Cave ins. The tunnels have not been maintained. They are not as stable as they once were after years of flooding and damage with no one to patch them up.
-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...
Wildlife.
**Loxosceles reclusa granda. Aggressive and unnervingly large brown spiders native to the area and love to lurk in dark corners. Their bites are incredibly poisonous and will begin to rot away the surrounding flesh if not treated promptly.
**Rattus norvegicus. The common rat. Edible if cooked. Known to be carriers of diseases. (Especially if they were put here to do just that...) These guys are EVERYWHERE and some of them get to sizes that might make you wonder if they are cross breeding with stay dogs. And if you explores the tunnels, beware the mythical rat king a massive bundles of rats whose tails have knotted together.
Foodstuffs.
Both the rats and pigeons are edible. In additions, some of the restaurants might have food tucked into the back, in various states of edible.
Dripping water can be found in many places. Drink at your own risk. Some is fine, some...not so much.
As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!
May the odds be ever in your favor.
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She grips her fist around the crowbar as Vultan can't miss sight of her.
"I don't mean harm."
no subject
The pigeon took flight again, startled and wary, and the corner of his mouth twitched downward in frustration; but his gaze was fixed.
His grip on the knife was a mirror of hers.
"Then what do you mean?"
no subject
Her eyes flick up to the bird flapping away, casting a shadow across the one patch of light in the building, it seems. She lets her shoulders relax a bit, not because she trusts this stranger but because there's no way he'll loosen up before she does.
"I'm looking for someone. You see any kids run down this hallway?"
no subject
"The only young I saw were at the horn." He gestured toward it, an imposing shadow in the distance. "Whether any lived, I cannot say."
(And it bothered him distantly, like an itch just out of reach. Grown warriors, uneven unwilling was one thing. But children, not even old enough to ascend....)
He frowned.
"Why are they here? Are they deviates?"
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"If I drop the crowbar, will you put the knife away? I'm not going to pretend we can't beat the hell out of each other with our hands, but, you know. Show of trust."
no subject
At her suggestion, a dark eyebrow lifted... though his fingers did slowly relax.
"I was told that this was to be a fight to the death," he said bemusedly. "I was not expecting conversation."
no subject
She sets the crowbar down and stretches her legs.
"What's your name?"
no subject
His brows veed, forehead wrinkling.
"Vultan, of the Dactyl," he replied formally, the string of words sounding like a title because they were. Though he decided to forgo announcing his status of Chieftain for the time being.
No need trying undo attention, he decided, if this foolishness was truly going to last as long as the woman was making it sound it would.
"And you?" he nodded back at her.
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"Venus Dee Milo. Can't exactly say 'at your service', though."
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"I do not think so," he said, blinking at her as he tried to place her meaning through context. A talent he'd become increasing good at the longer he conversed with Flash Gordon.
Unfortunately, she hadn't given him much to puzzle with.
"I am from Mongo," he tried, thinking perhaps she meant a place of some sort.
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"I'm from Georgia, and I'm guessing that means about as much to you as 'Mongo' means to me." She makes a 'zip' signal with her hand. "Your people got a code of rules?"
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Somehow, he managed to stand even straighter, his broad shoulders squaring even more proudly.
"We are warriors, both proud and deadly." Then, he smiled. "But not without reason. As it would see you do not mean to harm me, I will not harm you, Venus of Georgia."
no subject
"Sounds straightforward enough. So I guess the next question would be - if you're not going to hurt me, will you help me? I'm trying to protect a few people. Just a handful."
no subject
He studied her for a moment, watching her face. Then, with a breath he nodded.
"But if this is as long as you say it is, allies might be wise."
Not least because of his disadvantage here, being new, everything being so strange.
Vultan was not adverse to new lessons.
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What ever happens when they get to the end?
"Think of this game more as survival than murder."