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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
awww :c Sigma could get it made for him? They'd probably only let him wear it outside the Arena tho
"They brought you, too," Sigma answers in an exhausted daze. There was much to take in, and the stress and hunger fatigued him. "I am sorry," he says, and it is an apology for more than their circumstances.
And unlike the younger man, Sigma was not troubled by their new status as competitors. As far as Dr. Klim was concerned, Kyle would unquestionably be the victor.
to be fair sigma's probably gonna have to do work on it anyway, it might actually crush him
But his father's emotions kept him from that.
Cold, calm. The emotions that Sigma displayed were expected. K responded in kind - it was natural to him, in any case. He didn't seem exhausted, but the suit was deceptive. "Yes." Sigma's apology feels deeper then just an apology about that - but Kyle isn't sure what he's apologizing for. So he dodges it, awkwardly. No acknowledgement. It was easier that way.
That was sweet, dad, but... it meant he'd have to kill you if nobody else did. And, much like you weren't letting him out of your sight, he wasn't about to let you out of his.
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"Not very much, admittedly," He replied - offering a bruised fruit and what might have been some sort of boxed food - although the box seemed a bit too damaged to have the proper label on it. He wasn't quite sure about it, so far, but he figured it was necessary to grab what he could find.
He's at least fast to offer some food to the other. Whoop.
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I mean fucking goddamn, Sigma.
In any case, Kyle was aware of biology. He was aware that even if the other didn't want to eat, he needed to eat to live - and that was why Sigma might find that bruised fruit settled on the restaurant's counter beside him, Kyle holding his helmet in one hand as he moved to open the box. Ooh, aged cereal that was still airtight, for now. Wonderful!
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He began to pilfer through what he thought must be a silverware drawer. Unfortunately, all of its contents were blunt and rusted, and the gamemakers had taken the time to remove any knife that could draw blood. How was he to protect Kyle, now? Give the other tributes tetanus? Frustrated, Sigma slammed the drawer shut. "Sit down and eat. There is nothing here but junk, and lingering too long will make us a target."
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But hey, even with the vulnerabilities of his back, it was enough to hopefully dissuade some tributes.
In any case, he ate most of it quickly - his father had suggested hurrying, indirectly, so he did so. When Kyle was properly satisfied, he just shoved what was left back in the box - conservation of resources made sense, after all. No point in shoveling it all in.
...Sigma, really? You're worried about protecting the 22 year old, abruptly strong male who was allowed in with armor?
Even if he wouldn't be allowed it during the real thing?His priorities are about making sure you stay safe. Thanks.
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Unfortunately he isn't as young as he used to be, something he often has trouble remembering. He makes a decision to patrol the outside of the restaurant instead, but before he gets very far out of the room his low blood sugar makes it difficult to stay balanced. Reluctantly returning to his seat, Sigma reaches for the fruit he'd stashed and takes a discreet bite. Sure, it may prove he was lying, but it is better than collapsing before they left. He eats about half, sure to avoid Kyle's eyes the rest of the meal.
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Kyle didn't bother to criticize his father. Not eating and then trying to patrol for others was stupid - was this some matter of pride, to Sigma? Kyle was focused on survival. It was like the Nonary Game - it was a game you had to play defensively, with preparation, rather than letting your weaknesses show immediately. Or, really, letting them exist at all.
He'd read more then one book about fictional deathmatches, although he'd never been expecting to be put in one, and he can tell his father is going about this wrong. He doesn't mind in one sense, but... why is his father being so dumb. Sigma, he thought you were smart! Keep your strength up, especially during a game like this. He'd rather not die to the first contestant to run their way, thanks. Or let you die, for that matter.
Pride is unimportant. Not dying is what matters.
Let yourself starve more after the contestants dwindle, and you're seeing less of them. That was K's current strategy. And, he hoped, his father had the good sense to do that as well.
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"I propose we do not seek the other tributes out. Hide as long as possible, allow them to remove eachother from the tournament. Wait for whoever remains to come to us."
It is, of course, the most nonviolent solution he can come by - Sigma did not care for senseless killing, ironically. Sigma looks mildly disgusted as a rat scurries through the room, but it gives him hope that there is a chance the two of them can avoid combat at all... perhaps the others will dies of rabies. Also: congratulations, Kyle, it's your first animal sighting.
"With luck, we will find somewhere we can avoid catching disease."
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"I agree." There was a reason he'd betrayed excessively during the AB Games - he was all about playing defensively.
Given, he'd still kill people if they came for him. ...In any case, his head follows that rat. Animal! Now is not the time to chase it, but from what he remembers from one of the few 'nature' books he got that was a rat. Carrier of plague.
Yeah it was probably best he didn't chase after it.
"That appears to be our best chance of survival, at the moment." ...Hopefully, Sigma remembered that K's immune system might not be in the best way.
Living in sterile environments sucked.