The Tribute on Fire discussion

Mihr smirked. "In that case I don't see why I can't have the pills, you just said it yourself. Either way you'll end up with the pills." Because I'm gonna dieAnd a side thought- "Not to mention the weapons. So. Pass. Over. The. Pills." She gritted her teeth but took a few more bites of the scrumptious dinner. until she didn't think her stomach could take anymore without throwing it all up.

((No worries, mine will be short too tonight))

"Answer me!" Mihr commanded, her voice hard as steel and iron, not lowering or wavering a bit. She may have been at death's door, but that certainly didn't mean she would become a nice little angel. She deserved those pills, and she deserved her weapons. And she didn't want Linadel to have either. And she had a plan anyways, a deep, dark and dangerous plan.

((SORA YOU MUST ANSWER I COMMAND YOU!!!!!!!!!))

"You little f*cking b*tch! What the friggin h*ll is your d*mned problem! I don't deserve this!" Mihr screeched with so much strength that despite the extremely strong painkillers she felt yet another small burning sensation in her lungs. She tried to make a wild grab for the medicine, which, of course, failed miserable.

((Concerning this arena:

It hasn't been active for sixteen days, and before that it was pretty inactive. This is what I am proposing. Starting tomorrow, there needs to be at least one post a day (and a kill every three days), and I'm letting it go for one more week. If at the end of that week it still is inactive, I am randomly choosing a winner and killing the rest off.

In terms of the posts, they must be a ROLEPLAYING post. Not a chat post. Also, for all you roleplayers, you guys have to let go of your characters. They need to die.

-Head [and hopefully not to harsh] Gamemaker))

(( What happened to Sora? ))

((Okay, so Jago's still in, but I wanted to say that Sora "Captain Maggots"-- AKA, Linadel, is not on GR anymore...:(

))

(( Oh. D: Well.. can we just say that something happening to Linadel and then she died and no Mihr is stranded on the roof? ))

((Uh, IDK... I think you could probs say that Lina didn't take her water and pills, but....))

((what are gauntlets?))
Jago stood, camouflaged, in his corner. He ate another piece of dried meat, and smeared more black paint into his hair, trying not to fall asleep. He had let himself doze for an hour or so, but he had to be on the lookout.

He had made the decision about an hour ago to go into one of the shops. He knew that they contained something horrible, seeing as the wired shop at the beginning had tracker jackers, but at this point, he needed a weapon of sorts, and would take what he could get.

((Very deadly obstacle courses of weapons and metal and sharp pointy objects.))

((Ah. Sounds like fun.))

(( Yeah, I'll just do that I guess and post once a day about what its like to sit on a roof dying ))

((Lol, and Jago will post once a day about crouching down and being camoflaged))

Jago needed to move out. He had no weapons, and that was a problem. He began covering himself in black and dark blue paint, with little accents of white and yellow, to mimic the dark streets with a bit of light on them. He began moving towards the shop area. He didn't care about the risk, he didn't have much to lose. He needed some utility items, or at the very least a weapon. He would most likely die if he didn't get them anyways.

He settled on a large jewelry store, lit brightly, concealed between a magenta and a turquoise building.

He quietly opened the door.

((Chloe, if you want to be all cool and Gamemaker-y and stuffs with the narration of what the building looks like, could you, cuz I don't know much about gauntlets and stuff... XD thanks))

((SURE :) I'LL BE COOL AND GAMEMAKER-Y))

When Jago opened the door he was to find a maze of sharp, deadly metal before him. The floor was a series of thin metal beams about ten centimeters wide, criss-crossing and winding about each other underneath the actual gauntlet. Where the floor wasn't, sharp spikes were.

In terms of the actual gauntlet, it was very pretty (if you liked lots of sharp things swinging around in circles or from side to side). There were flails swinging around in circles, large blades going from their stand down to the floor, then rising back up again, spikes rising then falling, not to mention the gaps that one would have to swing across using only a rope that jut so happened to have a trigger at the top which would set it on fire when touched. The Gamemakers, inside their little control tower, clapped and grinned with glee, readying Jago's cannon for if he decided to attempt the gauntlet.

A fall meant you were dead. A slip meant you were dead. A mistake meant you were dead (or missing a limb).

Good luck with this one Jago.

((That was fun :) Hopefully I described it well, and, if you'd like, I'll roleplay with you [as the gauntlet].))

((Awesome, thanks!!! I'd love for you to RP as a gauntlet!! Lol, that sounds weird!))

Jago stood, open mouthed. Then swallowed. Then opened his mouth again.

"Fun," he mumbled weakly. The ceiling looked unable to be climbed, but he might be able to grab onto one of the beams... no, the only way was through the gauntlet.

Jago took deep breaths. Luckily, he could climb. Easy. Just to avoid being impaled was the hard part. He would have to duck and ran and jump and climb and crawl and scoot and-- oh yeah, not die.

Jago wearily took a step forward. What've I got to lose?

Directly in front of him was an axe, a foot taller than him and perhaps 100 pounds heavier.

Let the Games begin...

((My posts are gonna be really short though XD))

The axe in front of Jago began to swing back and forth rhythmically, which would allow Jago to get through if his timing was right. That was how the whole gauntlet worked. It your timing was right, you could make it. But a fraction of a second off and you were dead.

(that's fine!! :))

The blade of the thing was about as tall as he was, and rhythmically moved from one side of the room to the other. He counted in his head...one and two and three and four and one and two and...

He positioned himself on the farthest left side, so he'd have the most amount of time to run through while it swung to the other side. And he dived...

He barely made it. Barely. His jacket hood had come through a fraction of a second late, and the entire hood had been swiped off, along with a few inches of the bottom of the jacket fabric. It had caused him to jerk back slightly, and he gasped at the sight of blood on his forearm. Luckily, it had only been hit by the flat blunt top of the blade, but even that drew blood just from the sheer force. Jago ripped off the remainder of the hood and wrapped it around his arm.

Now I just have to do the rest...

((okay XD))

The next obstacle that stood in Jago's way we're spikes. A meter long and deadly sharp, the spikes raised then lowered to the same rythm that the axe swung at. Jago would have to either run or jump across.

Jago turned his attention to the next obstacle, and sighed in relief. It wouldn't be easy, but he was luckily fairly tall, and could make the jump.

He backed up a little too close to the axe for comfort, and took a running start. He easily made the jump, but his left foot had been a little too close to the spikes, narrowly missing impalement.

So far, so good...

After Jago rather successfully passed the spikes, he was met by the "chomper". The chomper was what it sounded like, two jaw like pieces of metal crunching together and spreading apart with the same rythm as the previous two obstacles. Jago would have to jump through.

After Jago rather successfully passed the spikes, he was met by the "chomper". The chomper was what it sounded like, two jaw like pieces of metal crunching together and spreading apart with the same rythm as the previous two obstacles. Jago would have to jump through.

Okay, this one would be tricky. He was good at long jumps, but because of his height, it would be hard to jump so high. He wasn't small enough to jump through without being crushed.

The thing resembled a bear trap. Jago tried to look for an alternate way. He could slip past the sides when it was closed, but would have to risk being hit with the force of the trap. If he went that way, he wouldn't be hit by the spikes, but the force could heavily bruise him, if not shatter a bone.

He took the chance. He scooted to the edge, and at the right rhythm, dived. He almost lost balance, because he could use his right arm. The split second that he faltered, was a mistake.

He dived out of the way, but the trap opened, and hit his left foot, hard. His shoe offered little protection from the pain. He scooted out of the way, and inspected the damage. Sure, he had made it past the bear trap, but at what expense?

The black camo paint was chipped of on a six inch square part of his shoe. The leather was torn too, and he saw purple bruising of the foot. Every second ached, and he felt like he had probably shattered one or two small bones in his foot.

Mihr had probably been lying on the rooftop there just waiting to die for what seemed to be an eternity. She'd managed some spoonful's of food, some water, and the painkillers were the best part. What was going to happen? She could move her arms, but only enough to feed herself and such. Would she just lie down there and die out? And could she still win?

Julαne wrote: "Okay, this one would be tricky. He was good at long jumps, but because of his height, it would be hard to jump so high. He wasn't small enough to jump through without being crushed.

The thing rese..."

((Wait I'm confused...))

((Sorry, what part? :))))

((Basically he was hit when the trap opened, because he didn't go through it, but went on one of the sides when it was closed, but when it sprung open it hit his foot.))

((How did he go around the side? And if he did, how would it have hit his foot?))

((Yes, he went around the side. So it's a bit confusing, he actually went around the side when it was closed, but as he was going, it opened up again:


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And so when it opened up again, the jaws of it crushed his foot against the floor because it's so heavy. ))

((OH! Okay.))

((:)))

After Jago hit his foot, the gauntlet wasn't over yet. Next came the flail, swinging around in a circle. Beyond that was the double flail, the same as the first but with two flails swinging opposite directions. Jago would have to jump over the flails like jump ropes, which would be difficult with his bad foot.

"Whoopdie- freaking-do." he muttered. Goodie. Flails. With a hurt foot.

He sat against the wall. He didn't rush himself, and sat for a while, carefully removing another piece of food and chewing it. After taking a light sip of water, he stood up, the promptly crashed back onto the floor. He sat for an hour like that, massaging his foot and rotating it.

Finally, he stood up.

((I have to go, I will finish the post probably tomorrow!!! :))

Are the flails like this:
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"Whoopdie- freaking-do." he muttered. Goodie. Flails. With a hurt foot.

He sat against the wall. He didn't rush himself, and sat for a while, carefully removing another piece of food and chewing it. After taking a light sip of water, he stood up, the promptly crashed back onto the floor. He sat for an hour like that, massaging his foot and rotating it.

Finally, he stood up.

The Gamemakers had probably anticipated that whoever had gotten through the other two obstacles would be injured, because the flails seemed enourmously easier--if his foot wasn't injured. But, alas, it was.

Jago jumped in place to see if he would be able to clear the flails. He probably could, as long as he kept balance. The double flails would be the tricky ones.

He took a step back, and counted the rhythm. Finally, he forced himself forwards and over the flail.

He felt himself in midair for a second, and then he slammed to the ground. He opened his eyes a crack. He had made it! The hard impact hurt his foot even more, but he had made it. Now all he had to do was get past the double flails...

((Yes. Are you going to continue your post? I can't really reply...))

((Yeah I will, probably in another comment, in a sec...))

Jago stood up, again. He took deep breaths, and steadied himself against a wall. After coating his hands in the white chalky stuff that came with the camo equipment, he washed out his mouth with water.

Finally he began counting rythyms. One and two and one and two and…

He rocked back and forth to the rythym. Back, forth, back forth. On “back”, he charged forward and listed his knees and legs up like he was doing hurtdles. He quickly brought them down after going over the first flail. One more to go… He didn’t have time before it came back around, and he jumped without preparation. He landed, hard in front of the flail, legs aching, foot bruised and in one piece. Okay, mostly. He wasn’t bleeding, but he suspected the last jump had bruised something internal, and broken at least one more bone in his foot.

((I'll reply in a bit.))

((Cool, no problem))

Jago's next obstacle was simpler, in terms of its mechanics. Not necessarily the completion of it. This was a series of blades sticking out at angles, like a laser maze but with sharp and pointy metal. He would have to navigate through without touching the blades.

((Others are alive. They're inactive, but they aren't dead.))

((Adele did not leave Goodreads forever. She left me a message that she would be back when she's older and asked someone to take over her character.))

((Technically, Linadel, Mihr, Minerva, Jago, and Adele are all still alive.))

((The games are for sure over in a week, so I'd say just pretend she is dead))

(( Sorry, for the short post, I don't know how to describe a person staring at the sky better than this ))

By now the sky had faded a few shades of blue and was the color of the center of the ocean. A serene yet dark blue, if that was even possible Mihr didn't know. She wanted to let her mind rest, and yet it wandered more. Soon, streaks of purple came across the blue, damaging the ocean color and the painkillers were beginning to wear off.

Jago sighed with relief at the next obstacle. It looked a great deal easier than the other obstacles. Only problem was that for it to be easy, you needed your balance. Which Jago did not have, do to a crushed foot and cut forearm. But he'd just have to get through it.

Jago stood. And without hesitation, plunged into the sharp blades. He narrowly avoided a particularly long sword, but kept moving. At one point, he pulled his foot away at the last moment. He felt something jabbing his back and twisted around. Luckily, it was just a light touch, and had ripped through the fabric of his jacket and shirt, but only raised a slight cut on the side of his back.

As he was about halfway through, his already damaged arm his a sword. His wrist now throbbed painfully, and oozed crimson. He was clutching it, and as he dragged his limp foot behind him, he lost balance and stumbled. He ducked in time before losing an eye. At this point, he didn't really care about the supplies at the end of the gauntlet, though he would make good use of them. Now he just cared about getting out alive. He forced himself to let go of his arm, and keep his balance.

After three close scrapes and a cut knee, Jago emerged in a clearing from the swords and sharp blades. He fell to his knees (landing painfully on his right one) and put his face in his hands. He had gotten through.

((Last one!))

The last obstacle that was in Jago's way would be the hardest of all. There was a robot, with blades sticking out of its hands, standing between him and all the supplies. To pass the robot, Jago would have to beat it in a fight to what really would be the death.

((Lols my sister changed my profile pic.... >:( I should probably change it..))

LOL, LOVE IT!!! XD

Jago stared at the robot. He still had the knife, but that was it. If he could trick it...

He sat down to catch his breath, taking his time. He retied his shoelaces. Tightened the bandages on his arm. Took several deep breaths. Ate a strip of meat. And observed.

Right now, the robot looks as if it was sleeping. But it was most likely motion sensing.

Jago decided to sit for an hour or so. He needed his strength for this.

((I'll continue it))