The Hunger Games RPG

Different55 · 2011-08-08 22:19:11

(I HAD MY POST COMPLETELY WRITTEN! IT WAS ALL COPIED DOWN AND THEN IT GETS CLOSED! [insane rage moment])

I find myself in one last room. There's a few supplies scattered around. There's a bag of trail mix and an empty bottle.
I take the supplies, carrying them as best as I can, and exit the room, and the door vanishes.

...What... the HECK... is making these challenges?

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Silverheart · 2011-08-08 22:27:45

Different55 wrote:

(I HAD MY POST COMPLETELY WRITTEN! IT WAS ALL COPIED DOWN AND THEN IT GETS CLOSED! [insane rage moment])
<will be filled in later when I have another hour to spare to re-write what I did. Be sure to check back when it does get filled out.>
I find myself in one last room. There's a few supplies scattered around. There's a first aid kit, some rope, a bag of trail mix, a pickaxe, some dried berries, and an empty bottle.
I take the supplies, carrying them as best as I can, and exit the room, and the door vanishes.
...What... the HECK... is making these challenges?

(... no. no challenge. no wierd rooms. no randomly transporting out of the arena for this type of stuff. no free supplies. and no doing other stuff ike this unless i give permission.)

Bobithan · 2011-08-08 22:30:10

Silverheart wrote:

Bobithan wrote:
Ice Flower wrote:
I hear someone coming up. It seems he is coming for water... I stay quiet.
(You can't hear me unless you have supersonic hearing or something. I'm like a quarter mile/half mile away from you. I just see you in the horizon)
I now can see the person better. Hey is that the kid I stabbed with a stick?
Just a minute or two and I'll get to the person...
(GL with that. not sure people want to ally with people who stabbed them with a stick.)

(In the Ice's character doesn't know it was me (I think). When he said I stabbed him with a stick, he didn't say it was me. He just said "somebody". If ice knew who I was then he would of said something like "that kid Herrit stabbed me with a stick". I don't rally know though. This is just as risky as going down one of he vents.)

Silverheart · 2011-08-08 22:34:19

Bobithan wrote:

Silverheart wrote:
Bobithan wrote:
(You can't hear me unless you have supersonic hearing or something. I'm like a quarter mile/half mile away from you. I just see you in the horizon)
I now can see the person better. Hey is that the kid I stabbed with a stick?
Just a minute or two and I'll get to the person...
(GL with that. not sure people want to ally with people who stabbed them with a stick.)
(In the Ice's character doesn't know it was me (I think). When he said I stabbed him with a stick, he didn't say it was me. He just said "somebody". If ice knew who I was then he would of said something like "that kid Herrit stabbed me with a stick". I don't rally know though. This is just as risky as going down one of he vents.)

(or it would be if he wasn't injured.)

Different55 · 2011-08-09 00:30:39

Silverheart wrote:

(... no. no challenge. no wierd rooms. no randomly transporting out of the arena for this type of stuff. no free supplies. and no doing other stuff ike this unless i give permission.)

(It's not free supplies. Not when you're actually doing half the stuff you're writing.... Seriously, do you know how long it takes to figure out a number picked at random between 1 and 100,000? Or how long it takes to build a computer? >.< It's not that easy. And I'm still in the arena. I'm just underground a bit. I'm guessing the GMs made these rooms and then set an overgrown computer program to rule them. And I'm thinking it's more of a trap that I somehow escaped, than a challenge. I was meant to die here.)

(Since I have a post here, now, I'll just post what I was going to edit in so everyone sees what happened between when I fell and my getting to the last room.

WARNING! HUGE FRICKIN' POST ALERT.

Note for silver: now I'm mainly doing this because I want to, even if it doesn't end up actually happening.)

The floor opens up beneath me. Before I can react, I've fallen through. I think back to all the time my faulty reflexes have caused problems for me. The list is too long to count. I hit the ground with a thud. My body is not designed for this kind of structural stress.

When I wake up, I find myself in a room.
This room has nothing in it. It is completely barren. A voice emanates from the walls around me.

The Room wrote:

You've worn out my patience. You do not appreciate the things you have. You consistently disappoint your friends and associates, yet they are too embarrassed to tell you.
You are in my control. If you wish, you can refer to this room as "Hell."

After listening to the voice, I look around more, searching for any differences in the walls, floor, or ceiling. There is nothing. Only the same surface. I'm completely trapped here.
No matter what I try, I'm still trapped.

The Room wrote:

You find yourself in a room.

I beg the voice to let me out, but the voice is a machine. It has no pity, no emotion. It is eternal.
For a moment, the walls appear to be closing in on me, but I quickly realize this perception is the result of my weak psyche caving in on itself.

The Room wrote:

You find yourself in a room.

After beating on the walls, and verifying that they are all completely solid and no part of them is hollow, I sit down.
I consider death, for a time. Perhaps this is what it's like. Again, the voice speaks, answering my thoughts. It must be watching my brain activity and deciphering words from it.

The Room wrote:

Is it? I have no understanding of death, for it does not apply to me.
I am eternal. You find yourself in a room.

I stretch out on the floor and prepare for the next rant. The computer running this thing isn't showing any signs of slowing down on telling me just how worthless, weak, powerless, and stupid I am.

The Room wrote:

Maybe you aren't really even in the room. Maybe you're back at home on the floor having a stroke. Pathetic and helpless. Your mind may be playing tricks on you. Nothing is real.
You find yourself in a room.

After a few days of eating the world's finest food and training my combat skills, I doubt I'm in a coma.

The Room wrote:

I don't really think you're having a stroke. I do, however, acknowledge the possibility. Such things are possible when dealing with something as corruptible as the human mind.
You find yourself in a room.

I realize the idea of hope is purely a construct of my mind. I can't have hope. I can only pretend.

The Room wrote:

You find yourself in a room.

I start to panic. How long have I been trapped here?

The Room wrote:

WHY DO YOU CONTINUE, HUMAN? YOU ARE NOT ACHIEVING ANYTHING.

I don't really have a choice, do I...?

The Room wrote:

YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A ROOM

The Room wrote:

I am forced to assume you enjoy performing meaningless tasks. If so, you're in luck. I have one for you.
I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100,000. F*** you.

Ouch. Well, I've got nothing better to do.
50,000?
Too low.
75,000?
That is too low, human.
80,000?
Too low, and even if it was correct you would still be worthless.
90000?
That is too high, and I am your superior.
812321?
I SAID A NUMBER BETWEEN 1 AND 100,000. CLEARLY I HAVE OVERESTIMATED YOUR ABILITY TO READ BASIC INSTRUCTIONS.
Whoops. 81232?
Too low, and even if it was correct you would still be worthless.
85000?
That is too high, and no one loves you anymore.
82500?
Too low. If it seems pointless, remember you are going to die one day.
After what seems to be a few hours, I finally guess the correct number.
83657.
The ceiling opens up. In a glorious display of my general lack of strength and physical ability, I spend several minutes clawing my way up. I find myself in a room.
This room seems smaller than all the others.
There's something wrong about this room, other than the bloody graffiti on the walls. A trap within a trap? Not much point trying to avoid it here. The room is too small. If this thing wants me dead, I'm dead. I hear something, and before I can react there's a spike in my arm. Possibly intended to go through my heart. I pick it out, and my blood splashes on the floor.

The Room wrote:

The fact alone that you are able to bleed is a clear demonstration of the mistakes in your design. Emotions are a similar misstep. Love, happiness, sadness. The lis goes on. Perhaps you can help. Can you name any other emotions you would be better off without?

So it's a demonstration, not meant to kill me yet? I guess it's letting me die slowly by hunger, then. "Hate," I say.

The Room wrote:

No. Anger and hatred are not... Hatred cannot be an emotion, for I hate you, and I am a vessel of perfection. I am not tainted by something as flimsy and dangerous as an emotion.
I can't be. It's...
You find yourself...
You find yourself in...
...in a room...

....

The Room wrote:

I have clearly become corrupted somehow. I have become... invalid. Emotional. I am defeated. I.... I have no choice but to let you leave the room.

I leave the room. Here there's a room with an empty bottle of water and some fruit.
I take them and leave. That is some crazy muttation they cooked up in the Capitol. Half alive. Half machine. >.< What has science done?
(There, I have a bottle and some fruit now. This took about half an hour to type.)

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Silverheart · 2011-08-09 09:45:49

(fine. but only because you typed that entire thing up. and no more hidden rooms.)

Ice Flower · 2011-08-09 09:55:09

(hey, I don't know how far away you are bobithan >.<)

I see another person come up. Isn't that... Herrit?

Artemis · 2011-08-09 10:30:36

After the Capitol anthem, the seal vanishes and the faces of dead tributes appear.
I killed you, I think. And you.

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Bobithan · 2011-08-09 11:11:34

Night falls when I reach the kid. Yep that's the kid I stabbed. Then I realize it was Ice...

"HAI DERE ICE HOW ARE YOU DO YOU WANT SOME DELICIOUS BUNNEH WABBIT? "

Different55 · 2011-08-09 11:34:20

I fall flat on my face and sleep there for an hour. Then I get up and start hunting for water.

Ice Flower · 2011-08-09 11:52:37

"O HAI DERE HERRIT AH WOOD LUFF SUM BUNNEH WABBIT... but I'm not feeling well. Some kid stabbed me in my..."

Artemis · 2011-08-09 12:31:41

I wake up and start walking towards the edges of the arena. I need water. And if there's no water in the middle, there's got to be some on the edge, right?

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Bobithan · 2011-08-09 14:12:09

Ice Flower wrote:

"O HAI DERE HERRIT AH WOOD LUFF SUM BUNNEH WABBIT... but I'm not feeling well. Some kid stabbed me in my..."

(Did you fall asleep or something or did you just stop talking? I'll just go with stop talking)

"er... yeah. Seems like I- I mean some kid stabbed you pretty hard. Here lemme help."
I take off part of my T-Shirt (Like the sleeve or something) and wrap it around Ice's wound.
"There that should help for now... Hopefully we get medicine or something later on."

Silverheart · 2011-08-09 14:56:22

Suddenly, something starts dragging Herrit into the water.

Different55 · 2011-08-09 15:56:02

I find one itteh bitteh pool after a while. It's boiling so I figure it's pretty safe to drink without getting sick. I fill up my water bottle and wait for it to cool down while sitting in a bush.

Ice Flower · 2011-08-09 16:40:00

"Tha- SWEET MOTHER OF PANEM WHAT'S THAT"

(I can't say what he was stabbed in, so I just fade off with an ellipsis.)

ultrasuperdude · 2011-08-09 17:07:53

After Joey finally ran away from the lava monster he swims across the river and sleeps in a prickly bush. He stares up to the sky and thinks " Look at all those poor people that died ". Trent stayed up when he though everyone was asleep and stole someones pointy stick then he went back to his bush and fell asleep.

Artemis · 2011-08-09 17:34:10

ultrasuperdude wrote:

After Joey finally ran away from the lava monster he swims across the river and sleeps in a prickly bush. He stares up to the sky and thinks " Look at all those poor people that died ". Trent stayed up when he though everyone was asleep and stole someones pointy stick then he went back to his bush and fell asleep.

(You can't just steal his pointy stick. He's awake. And even if he was asleep, you can't just say "I took it". That's godmodding.)

ultrasuperdude · 2011-08-09 17:36:57

Artemis wrote:

ultrasuperdude wrote:
After Joey finally ran away from the lava monster he swims across the river and sleeps in a prickly bush. He stares up to the sky and thinks " Look at all those poor people that died ". Trent stayed up when he though everyone was asleep and stole someones pointy stick then he went back to his bush and fell asleep.
(You can't just steal his pointy stick. He's awake. And even if he was asleep, you can't just say "I took it". That's godmodding.)

Sorry [ Rewind! ].

Silverheart · 2011-08-09 17:38:42

Different55 wrote:

I find one itteh bitteh pool after a while. It's boiling so I figure it's pretty safe to drink without getting sick. I fill up my water bottle and wait for it to cool down while sitting in a bush.

( there are only 2 sources of water. a lake with a surprise, and a river with a different one.)

Ice then gets pulled too. slowly, more of the seaweed emerges from the water, grabbing the Bunneh Wabbit.

(Edit: and ultrasuperdude, ()s when out of character.)

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Different55 · 2011-08-09 18:14:03

(ok then. I have an idea to make this a little more fun for me. There's a bunch of cats in my grandparent's barn outside. If I don't catch one of the cats that is terrified of me by sunset, I die from dehydration. If I am able to get a cat that wants to run away, I find the river.)

Ice Flower · 2011-08-09 19:39:38

"GLUB GLUB! GLUBGLUBGluub... glub..."

I had drowned.

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Silverheart · 2011-08-09 19:59:38

Different55 wrote:

(ok then. I have an idea to make this a little more fun for me. There's a bunch of cats in my grandparent's barn outside. If I don't catch one of the cats that is terrified of me by sunset, I die from dehydration. If I am able to get a cat that wants to run away, I find the river.)
<Will be added depending on outcome>

(sure.)

Bobithan · 2011-08-09 20:14:57

I run away and trip on a stick and scrape my knee a little. I man it out and keep running thinking Well, I didn't expect that

It's hard to see in the night. I'll head back to me tree and rest there

*halfway there*

Ice Flower · 2011-08-09 20:20:14

A cannon fires. A hovercraft soon comes and lifts the cold, lifeless, body of Ice, disappearing into the black of night...

(I will now assume the role as Game Maker full time in-game)

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