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Hunger Games: Session 9
[ You find yourself in your respective unit's zone, with a mini-map on your phone, as well as your objectives:
Kill as many competitors as you can.
Destroy zones by breaking their statues.
Not enough action = We start killing you :)
Underneath the objectives is the number of revivals you have left, as well as whatever miscellaneous details about scoring points—killing a unitmate results in negative points, five units will be healed at most, etc.
The starting horn sounds. Let the games begin. ]
Kill as many competitors as you can.
Destroy zones by breaking their statues.
Not enough action = We start killing you :)
Underneath the objectives is the number of revivals you have left, as well as whatever miscellaneous details about scoring points—killing a unitmate results in negative points, five units will be healed at most, etc.
The starting horn sounds. Let the games begin. ]
Re: WAR. LUST. FIRE. DUST.
[It's not the smoke, coming thicker and thicker; she's choking again, but it's not the lack of air. It's not the flame that does her in.
[She's tired. Alisaie is so very tired...
[Her limbs are heavy, her movements slow. Soon it's all she can do to keep her eyes open, and even the game loses its appeal. She drops to her knees in the center of one aisle, eyes fluttering closed; she falls. In the end, it's almost peaceful: sleep claims her, and then the smoke claims her, and then the flames come for what's left.
[She doesn't feel the worst of it.
[But it all burns, all of it, all the same.]