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TEST DRIVE ARENA 002
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 they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 03 and 04, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 03, CR and in-game history intact. OR. You may play your character as having a clean slate; as though this is their very first Hunger Games. Or, at least the first one they can remember.
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 favour.
Post apocolyptic grand central image from here
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 they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 03 and 04, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 03, CR and in-game history intact. OR. You may play your character as having a clean slate; as though this is their very first Hunger Games. Or, at least the first one they can remember.
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 favour.
Post apocolyptic grand central image from here
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He was hiding in the shadows now, silent and focused. Two rats had found out the hard way how serious Cuthbert was taking this, and so would the next person to cross his path.
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R wandered ahead of his fellow Tribute, splashing around in the water so noiselessly you'd think he was begging to get killed. Stealth totally wasn't his thing these days, which...was weird when he thought about it, because he still managed to sneak up on humans. The zombie paused to look at something off in the distance, his back to Cuthbert.
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He picked up a walnut sized chunk of rubble and threw it along the wall ahead of him to see what R's reaction would be.
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R heard the sound and thought "I think I'm hungry" and that was it. Well, that and bored. You spent, like, 90% of the time bored when you died, take it from him.
The zombie went over to investigate where thud came from, taking slow, shuffling steps, looking positively unhurried.
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But then again, one didn't win this game by letting opportunity slip by. And if this shambling excuse for a man wasn't going to jump at strange sounds he might just need something more than a knife to the back. Bert scrabbled for the biggest chunk of rock he could safely wield, eyes never leaving his target.
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He was still chewing, looking bored because really, it was boring, when he thought he heard another sound. The zombie lurched back to his feet, starting to turn toward it
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And there wasn't any other term for the sad state Grand Central was in. Being up on the upper levels made his heart ache...and probably wasn't too great if we wanted to keep it beating either, so he had headed down here to see how far he could get.
Except he wasn't alone. Stopping, he listened carefully, finger itching. He had managed to score a knife, and it was doing him just fine so far. He wasn't going to lose that streak.
((OOC-I don't play Eddie here but I mod here and just spazzed out all over))
Oh no, twins
Although, when it seemed he was going to be playing a long waiting game he decided to take a gamble. How could anyone be more prepared for a post apocalyptic showdown than someone who had been taken right out of one? His kingdom for a gun right then, even one that didn't work would be more comforting.
"Sai, if you've come to kill me you had better have something more impressive than a knife."
:D
Last he remembered, Sai was not really your typical New York City greeting. He hesitated, letting the two very familiar, very unmatched concepts line up, before calling out himself.
"I'd prefer to keep the killing down for now, sai. Uhh...do you hail from Gilead?"
He figured the chances were slim, but given that he had managed to find someone from mid-world in the New York subway system in the first place...he'd take the chance. Even if they weren't, they'd know the place.
He had seen others, they weren't all from Mid-wrold so...what the hell was going on?
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"Aye, and where do you hail from to know that name?"
Cuthbert wanted to face the man he was speaking to. He still had his knife out, but it was held by his side in a mostly peaceful gesture. One could not be too careful in a place like this, but he was far more likely to be safe around a man who knew a Gunslinger than a total stranger.
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More specific. But he had a feeling this was how it was suppose to be. Ka spinning it's wheel.
He leaned back against the wall, trying to look laid back, trying to convey that he, too, wasn't aiming to fight.