Have you ever wanted to partake in the Hunger Games? Well, now is your chance. Just Another Hunger Games is finally up and running again, with Gamemakers Canine and Talon. We have decided and modified our arena and all positions are open. We are very excited to begin this games so please, submit applications and spread the word!
As many of you are aware HGM Talon has recently had some events in her personal life that have let to this mid-game hiatus. Now naturally there is nothing we can do about this however I have kept in contact with HGM Talon through this. Between herself and I we have decided to bring this game to a close and end the suspense for the remaining tributes. Now it would be difficult to try and recreate a final battle at this point in time and force the four of you to write another final battle. So with that being said…
I’m a new RP blog I would love it if you gave me a promo on your blog! Thanks so much!
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I know you guys are in the middle of the Games, but can I apply for the next Games or is it too early for that? |
| Anonymous | Go for it, but as of now, JAHG won’t be running for awhile. Something absolutely terrible happened and I don’t think I will be able to write deaths or read them for a long time. Sorry for anyone who may have been looking forward to the game. |
It seems you have all met with a terrible fate, hasn’t it (Bonus points if you get the reference). I was not that impressed with most of your tasks, resulting in the grueling fate you have all been granted. But alas, we must of course have our victor… In some form. Though it was stated before that you would be transformed into the mutts you had previously fought, I think that is too boring. I would like to add something to it. Choose one of the following letters, first come first serve, and when you’re “cores” as we will call them, are collected from the arena, you will be implanted in one of the following mutts/ characters/ whatever you would like to say from Zelda. The twist is, that whoever wins will be returned back into their human self, a mask will merely fall off their face when they reach the Sacred Realm. You may choose from (I have all of the letters matched to a mutt, EMAIL me with your choice and I will reply with a picture and it’s name, and your powers): A, T, N, L, R, P, Z, or E. Again, first come first serve. Email me at talongreye@gmail.com to input your choice. Same basic thing, except this time you will be mutts with no ailments. To make it more interesting, pick a number between 1-20 and you will be randomly given an item (courtesy of random.org) to add more of a twist to it. Same goal, get to the sacred realm, kill one tribute on each floor, don’t die.
If you have questions, EMAIL (cough Brent cough) then to me and I will answer them as fairly as possible. Oh one more thing, if you tell anyone what your mutt is you will automatically die, so no allies this time.
This task is due Thursday, at 8PM EST. Do not be late, or you will be met with yet another terrible fate. (This isn’t very descriptive or clear so please ask questions if you are confused in anyway. And if you don’t know a lot about Zelda, *Looks at Anne* you might want to consult myself or a wiki to figure out things.)
Side note, nothing to do with the task, Vincent please email me so I can get your email and we can begin talking about JAHG3.
On the second floor, Chris rushed in immediately followed by Saphira. An even louder rumbling could be heard from above and below as the ground violently jerked about underneath the tributes, throwing them off balance. A large crack split down the ground, and it was evident the tributes wouldn’t have much time to fight on both of the remaining floors. Before any more damage could be done to the arena, Leo reeled back and threw his trident at Saphira’s head, but she easily ducked it and smirked, thinking he had missed. But on the contrary, Leo had wanted his trident to get imbedded in the wall. Before he could execute his plan, however, a large crack split up the wall, causing the trident to fall down to the ground. Even more cracks grew in the floor as the center of the floor began to crumble away.
While the other tributes were partially distracted, Saphira brought out her hookshot once more, but this thinking of a new plan. She knew Leo was protecting Chris, so she aimed the hookshot at his legs and fired. As predicted, Leo darted in the path of the chained projectile and tried to swing it away with his glaive, but a crack formed where his foot landed and he began to slip to the ground, the hookshot piercing into his shoulder. He let out a hard grunt as he crashed onto the crumbling ground, struggling to pull himself up. Saphira began to reel back in the hookshot, pulling Leo closer and closer to the widening hole. He desperately attempted to claw onto anything to keep himself up, but everything continued to crumble away at his fingertips.
The cavernous hole gaped open wider, and Leo was swallowed into the blackness as Saphira had planned. What she hadn’t planned on was the hook on the chain becoming stuck in Leo’s flesh, or the fact that Leo could hang onto the item (If you aren’t into Zelda, the hookshot attaches to ones hand in order for them to swing around. This is why Saphira didn’t simply release the weapon). As Leo dropped into the black hole, Saphira began to slip forward supporting the weight. She had forgotten about Chris who pulled out his secret item, a bomb which no one but himself had seen therefore no one could have prepared for it. Hoping to get rid of both of his opponents in one blow, with just a thin ridge of floor to stand on left, Chris ignited the bomb and threw it over at Saphira. She did her best to dodge the item, but while trying not to drop herself in the pit, but wasn’t fast enough as it exploded against her leg. She screamed and crumpled onto the ground and the small ledge that was left began to disappear around her. It continued around the circle, edging towards Chris who only smiled as Saphira and Leo both fell into the pit, not seeing the impending danger.
Chris attempted to pull on the door, but the rule was that one tribute had to be killed on each level. He pulled with all his might, panicking as he now saw what he had done. The bomb had caused the ridge to crumble away at an even faster rate, and before he knew it the ground gave out beneath him and Chris was falling. When he landed, he landed hard. What he felt was like he was stuck in a thousand gears, being churned and crushed around in the giant cogs of hard earth. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he could hear the screams of his fellow competitors as they too met the same fate. A voice echoed in the darkness, the last thing the tributes heard. A cheerful, but creepy voice sounded through their minds. “You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” the voice said, echoing in their minds as they screamed as a crushing weight imploded on them, the moon crashing into the ground. Soon, three cannons fired. And the cycle began.
The timer began to blink as it hit zero and a deep rumbling filled around the four finalists as their capsules were removed from around them. Cracks and crevices appeared in the ground and the moon hovering above slowly moved in on the tributes, it was clear not much time was left. Each tribute starred down their target, but it was Saphira who made the first move. She took aim with her hookshot and let it loose at Chris, planning to use it to tangle his shield and render it useless. Chris had Saphira as his target as well though, and saw as the hooked chain began to fly at him. He ran forward before diving down under the chain, sliding along on the shield to close the gap between Saphira and him. Saphira whipped the tip of the hookshot back, slicing it over Chris’ already wounded back as it retracted back into its holder. Chris used his trident to push himself off the ground and he and Saphira began their duel.
As Saphira launched her own weapon, Leo darted forward at Saffra with quickened speed thanks to the bunny hood he received as a gift. Saffra swung the shaft of her trident at Leo’s feet, trying to trip him and gain an opening to strike. The attempt was futile, for Leo merely leapt over the weapon. He spun around, thrusting his glaive towards her chest. Saffra smirked as the blade came towards the armor, thinking it would simply glance off. That was not the case, for due to Leo’s increased speed it also increased the acceleration his weapon was moving at. Though the blade did not pierce through to Saffra’s delicate skin underneath, the force was enough to greatly dent the armor and cause Saffra to stumble backwards. The wounds on her foot from the Skull Kid caused her to lose her balance, but she used the trident to quickly stabilize herself.
As Leo and Saffra continued their duel, as did Chris’ and Saphira’s. Saphira, angered that her plan with the hookshot had failed, attempted to stab the glaive into Chris’ foot. Chris smirked at her attempt, using the trident to pole vault around the fellow career. As he was in the air, he used the momentum to swing around in the air and kick Saphira right between her shoulder blades. She bit her lip as Chris’ heel dug into the wound on her left shoulder that the Poe had caused before she lashed out, whipping around and grabbing onto the boy’s already twisted left ankle. She dug her fingernails into the bruised joint, throwing Chris to the ground. She raised her glaive above her head, blood rushing through her veins, before a cannon sounded, snapping her out of it. She looked around quickly, giving Chris time to bash her in the knee with his shield and rush to the second floor, closely followed by the victor of the other match. Saphira gritted her teeth and followed behind, readying herself for the fight to come.
Leo wasted no time in Saffra’s stumbling movements and swiped forward with his scythe, hooking it around her left ankle that already had puncture wounds from the Skull Kid and ripping forward, tearing further through the wound and causing Saffra to fall flat on her back. She was unable to catch her self this time, and the wind was knocked out of her as the hard metal smashed into the ground. Saffra propped herself up onto one elbow and saw Leo rushing in, a blur of colors and movement. She stabbed her trident forward, piercing into Leo’s thigh and twisting, causing him to stumble and groan in his tracks. She ripped the weapon out and began to push herself up until the shaft of Leo’s glaive slammed against her back, sending her sprawling back onto the ground. Without hesitation, Leo drove the heavy blade of the glaive into the back of Saffra’s head, twisting to increase the wound. Immediately, her cannon fired and Leo rushed down the stairs, as fast as his legs would take him. He let out hard breaths as the blood dripped onto the floor and he heard a stampede of footsteps rush towards him from above.
Saffra wasted little time in her preparations. Her gift immediately arrived, containing a small sword. She did her best to staunch the blood flow of her various wounds before she took the short sword in her left hand and her trident in her right. She did her best to calm her nerves as the timer slowly clicked down to zero.
Saphira also had quite a few wounds, and had a similar idea as Chris to use strips of cloth from her shirt. She tears down the side of her shirt and tied the material around the wound on her leg, temporarily stopping the blood flow until it soaked through the thin material. As with the past tributes, Saphira’s parachute soon arrived in front of her. She opened it and found inside a hookshot. Now having a hookshot, glaive and dagger, Saphira doesn’t have enough hands to operate all of the weapons at once. She slipped the dagger into her belt and held the hookshot in her left hand while gripping the glaive with white knuckles in her right. As Leo had done, Saphira locked eyes on her first target. Her eyes burned with a hidden fire, and she began talking to some unseen human. Saphira had finally snapped in the arena, after losing her whole family in the fire and being pushed to the edge, she was now talking to the Poe she had recently vanquished, refusing to believe she had to kill it. She imagined it floating next to her, rooting her on. Little did she know, no Poe was there, no words of encouragement were being thrown to her. She had lost everything now, what was to lose besides her own body now?
