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This is a reminder to Advivo Games tributes that your street sweeper battle task is due TONIGHT at 11PM PST.

Good luck, tributes!

Yes it is that time once more! Time to call upon two brave young children from each district. However, since this is the 45th game it is going to be a quell meaning in addition to having extra twists and a unique arena we are going to be reaping extra tributes. 

The theme of this year's quell is how no one is safe from the Capitol's power, everyone is merely a piece in their game. While the arena will portray this theme, it is further reinforced by the fact that two children from the Capitol will be reaped in addition to the regular districts.

Fill in the following information here to apply.

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HGOFT 19 Reaping

Gasping in horror, Svetlana couldn’t believe that the “corpses” had been tributes. She dropped the bloody piece of pottery as Game Maker Cleo began to speak, and was relieved when they were finally taken from the arena.  Taking off her goggles and brushing sand off herself, she knew she had to focus. There were only three of them left. The final battle. And she knew she needed to focus and not let anything distract her if she wanted to win the Games.

First, to choose items. She wished desperately that they could pick more than four, and she deliberated for a few minutes, when a silver parachute floated down for her. Inside was some sort of mesh bodysuit. Testing it by stabbing it with an arm blade, she was pleased to see that it did work like armor.

She’d just put it on over her tribute outfit when another sponsor gift came floating down. This package contained a bottle with a skull and crossbones on it, with a label saying that it was acid. She smiled nastily. She could definitely use that….. Now her decision was even harder. Finally, she settled on her electromagnet, her trident, her new body armor, and the acid.

As she waited to be lifted from the arena, she fished through her backpack, and patted it affectionately. It had come in useful during her time in the arena. A knot formed in her stomach, knowing it might be the last time she saw it….or the last time she ever saw anything. Eating the rest of the packet of crackers for energy, she began to think about strategy, and a bottle of water floated down on a silver parachute for her, and she sipped it gratefully, using some of the moist towelettes to polish her trident. Finally, the tributes were given their mission.

Standing up, she tucked the acid into her pocket, the magnet into another pocket, and held her trident in her hand, swallowing hard, crossing her fingers desperately. She wanted to badly to get home, to not just die in the Capitol’s barbaric Games, as just another victim.

Finally, she heard GameMaker Cleo’s voice, explaining what the mission was. Russia? She crossed her fingers briefly. She wasn’t superstitious, but her ancestors were from there. And she had survived the Bloodbath, and gotten some handy arm blades from the white box under the Russia flag. Maybe, in some way, being in Russia, where her ancestors had been would give her some luck? She hoped…. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath before opening them, and was shown to a door. Glaring coldly, she pushed it open and was shown into a large, empty room, with nothing but an inaccessible light fixture on the ceiling. The other tributes were waiting.

As soon as she stepped through the door, the battle began. The other tributes were armed as well, and Morocco shot a dart at her, while Artaxerxes shot an arrow at her. Both bounced harmlessly off her chest because of the body armor, but the force of them hurt, and Svetlana stumbled backwards, clutching her chest. “Not good”, she thought, trying not to panic, hoping the two weren’t teaming up against her.

The boy and the girl ran towards her, and Svetlana lashed out at the nearest one, the boy, with her trident, making him stop, and while he didn’t come any closer, he began readying his crossbow for another shot, and fiddling in his pockets.

Then, there was Morocco. She was running at Svetlana with her dart gun, and was pulling out a huge knife. Quickly, Svetlana pulled the acid out of her pocket, fumbling, and as the girl drew closer, she threw the contents of the bottle of acid at her. Morocco screamed and fell back, clutching her hands to her face. Though the girl was partially protected from the acid by her metal armor, Svetlana was certain that the girl wouldn’t be a problem for the time being.

She was just turning back to Artaxerxes just in time to see him throwing something at her. It landed at her feet, and Svetlana looked down to see a bomb, with the fuse steadily burning on the floor right next to her. She froze in horror for a moment, before her survival instinct kicked in, and she kicked it away from her as hard as she could. BOOM! The bomb exploded in midair, and the force of the explosion sent Svetlana flying backwards, and she crashed into the wall. For a moment, all she could see was bright orange flames from the explosion, and felt excruciating heat from the blast, and debris flying all around.

Finally, the air cleared, and Svetlana could see her fellow tributes all lying on the ground, though as far as she knew, no cannon had fired. Weakly, she lay on the ground, feeling extremely vulnerable. Fumbling for the magnet in her pocket, she turned it on, smiling in relief as she heard it begin to hum.

Sitting up just in time to see the girls knife and blowgun, and the boys crossbow zooming straight at her, she didn’t have time to duck, and each item flew towards her, hitting her, before sticking to the magnet, which Svetlana turned off, groaning in pain. She’d forgotten about how strong the magnet was. She kicked the weapons away from herself and stood up, turning around only to find Artaxerxes standing right behind her, holding a gun.

She swung her trident at him, and he fired, knocking Svetlana backwards again. He seemed puzzled as to why the bullet had ricocheted off her, and he ran over, to her, as Svetlana scrabbled dizzily for her trident, which she’d dropped after being shot.  “Body armor, ehh?”, he grinned, noticing what she was wearing. He raised his gun again, pointing it straight at her head. “I notice that your sponsor forgot to include a face guard”, he sneered, his finger curling around the trigger.

Svetlana felt a surge of adrenaline, as she stared down the barrel of the gun. Desperately, she reached out, grabbing the boy by the leg, and yanked him down, hearing the gun fire as he fell, though the bullet ricocheted harmlessly off the ceiling.

The boy groaned in pain, and Svetlana scrambled up, running to grab her trident when she heard another shot. Dizzily, the boy had blindly fired, and Svetlana dropped the trident she’d just retrieved as the bullet skimmed her arm, on the part that wasn’t covered by the body armor. Cursing, she kicked the gun out of the boys hand, sending it skittering across the room, before grabbing the trident again, wiping blood off her arm.

Artaxerxes was getting up as she turned back towards him, and she furiously stabbed at him with her trident, but he dodged, and instead of skewering him through the stomach, the pointy ends of the trident scraped his arm. He growled angrily, and dove at Svetlana, who didn’t have time to dodge, and the two of them crashed to the ground, and Svetlana groaned in frustration as her trident fell out of her hand again.

A the rolled around on the floor, Svetlana noticed something out of the corner of her eye….the acid bottle, which she’d dropped in the scuffle after the explosion. Grabbing it as the boy dealt her a blow to the head, she grabbed the bottle, trying to avoid any drips of acid, and smashed the bottle on the floor. She was left with the broken neck of the bottle, which ended in jagged shards of glass, and she stabbed it up at the boy as his hand latched onto her neck.

As the bottle scraped his face, he screamed in pain, the remnants of the acid getting into the wounds, and he fell back, off Svetlana. Dropping the acid bottle, she tried to get up, but the boy was lying on her hair, which had come out of its ponytail during their struggle. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration. Wincing in pain as she reached over, she wound a fistful of her hair around his neck and pulled, shutting her eyes as he began choking, trying to scream in pain, and his hands clawed at her fingers, trying to get her off. Finally, his cannon fired, and Svetlana pushed his body away. She’d just strangled him to death with her hair.

Suddenly, something slammed into her. Morocco! She’d somehow managed to wash most of the acid off, though the exposed parts of her skin were angry and red, and she was barely recognizable.

Gasping, Svetlana scrambled up, and grabbed the first thing she could, which turned out to be her magnet, and she swung it at the girl, slamming it into the side of her head. The girl stumbled back, blood running down the side of her face, and Svetlana ran for her trident, grabbing it as the girl scrambled for her knife. Not realizing Svetlana was equipped with body armor, the girl caught up to her, stabbing her in the chest with the knife, which bounced off, and Svetlana reeled from the blow, but remained unharmed. She stabbed out with the trident, which clanged against the girls metal armor. Groaning in frustration, not knowing how much longer she could last, she tackled the girl, and together, they crashed to the ground.

To Svetlana, the impact felt jarring, and she lay dazed on top of the girl for a moment, as the girl struggled and kicked beneath her. As Morocco punched her in the face, Svetlana heard a crack, feeling blood beginning to flow from her nose. As the blood flowed down to Svetlana’s mouth, she spit it into the girls face, buying her a moment, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash, and turned her head to see the pile of broken glass from where she’d smashed the acid bottle.

Reaching out, Svetlana grabbed a handful of glass, trying to ignore the pain, but almost dropped it as the acid remnants began eating at her hand. Bringing it over, she smashed the handful of glass into the girls face, hearing the girl screaming, and feeling the girls blood flow over her hand. Standing up, Svetlana looked around frantically, and her eyes landed on the gun that the boy had dropped. She ran for it, wanting to end the Games quickly. Her hand burned like fire, and looking down, she was disgusted to see that it was not only sliced up, but the acid was eating through her flesh.

Picking up the gun, she aimed it at Morocco and fired, but heard a clicking noise. No ammo! Cursing, she looked around, and spotted several bullets on the floor, which must have fallen out of the gun when she’d kicked it away from Artaxerxes. Grabbing them with her free hand she looked over the see the girl getting up, stumbling around blindly, her face covered in blood.

Clenching the bullets in her hand, despite the pain, Svetlana ran towards her, hoping to surprise her. But Morocco wasn’t as blind as she’d looked, and her fist flew out, hitting Svetlana in the temple, and Svetlana nearly blacked out. Reaching Morocco, she slammed her into the wall, punching her in the face.

Suddenly, she got an idea. As Morocco yelled in pain, flailing at her, Svetlana shoved her fist into Morocco's mouth, cramming the bullets down her throat. Morocco bit down, sinking her teeth into Svetlana’s arm, and Svetlana yelled in pain, trying to jerk her hand out. Falling to the floor, Morocco still biting down on her arm, Svetlana finally pulled her arm out, and the girl lay still for a moment, before trying to get up, and come at Svetlana again.

Shocked that the girl still had so much fight left, Svetlana looked around frantically, grabbing her magnet and turning it on. Morocco jerked, and the magnet hummed, and just like Svetlana had hoped, the magnet attracted the bullets, which she’d shoved down Morocco's throat. The bullets ripped holes through the girls throat, flying down to stick to the magnet, spraying blood and gore all over the place.

Because I know how hard it is to get tributes I thought I'd help other RPs to get some too.

If you have any interest in playing more Hunger Games Roleplays then try these:

Official Hunger Games of Panem The two GMs are lovely and hilarious! and evil

Advivo Games You can play anonymously so that's kind of cool. And it has a sassy gay gamemaker (like this blog) 

Hungry For Entertainment These games are going to be good like they have in the past.

I don't care about genders.

We just need 4 more applications.

Make that 3.

Male or female--I don't care! (:

6 lucky tributes will get some form of advantage in the arena. Only they know if they won! Winners, I will need your answer by tomorrow, Sunday, at 3pm EST

Thanks for playing!

Still think you know? Shoot us a message, and I'll see if you're on the right track ;]

-HGM Elias

It's actually 7 because I'm an idiot and tried to help. (Mah bad.)