75th Hunger Games

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These are the 75th Hunger Games, and the 22st on the site.

75th Hunger Games
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The map of the 75th Hunger Games arena.
Surreal Theme Surreal
Victor TBD
Length
  1. OOC Weeks
Reaping date January 27th, 2017
End date TBD
Gamemakers Aya and Lalia

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Contents

List of Tributes

This is a list of all the tributes that took part in the 75th Hunger Games.

Place Name ID Owner Age Killer Day
19th Helios Delacroix 9m Rave 18 Helios Delacroix 4
20th Anarchy Brice 4f Flyss 15 Jerrard [Shark-shark] 4
21st Raven Barker 7f Dars 16 Gabrielle Bellamonte 4
22nd Atlas Lumiere 1m Kousei 18 Riven Fowley 4
23rd Marcus Fletcher 7m Yoya 14 Saummerand Demheaux 4
24th Ophelia Stromstatt 10f Rosetta 17 Nakom [Swarm] 3
25th Jano Karmichael 7m Rook 16 Nakom [Swarm] 3
26th Ivar Hammerfell 2m Emsrocks 17 Nakom [Swarm] 3
27th Ronnie Cheyne 4m Frankel 16 Nakom [Swarm] 3
28th Ingran Ansgot 6m Elegant 17 Nakom [Swarm] 3
29th Diorite Fray 1f Gryphon 16 Nakom [Swarm] 3
30th Iridium Eckhart 6f Arx 12 Spider Elephants [Stampede] 3
31st Lightning O'Hana 4m Arrows 16 Spider Elephants [Stampede] 3
32nd Seth Brogan 7m Marr 15 Spider Elephants [Stampede] 3
33rd Asriel Dreamurr 2m Nyte 16 Nakom [Swarm] 3
34th Hela Loptrdottir 2f Anzie 16 Armor Dellia [Mutt] 2
35th Scarlett Stroms 10f Zoe 17 Asriel Dreamurr 2
36th Callixtus Shim 5m Mattio 15 Eszter Summit 2
37th Molly Malachite 1f Mrmista 14 Anise Himura 2
38th Ave Clayton 3f Onyx 17 Callixtus Shim 2
39th Chloriphina Sills 4f Unitato 17 Ivar Hammerfell 2
40th Pollux Cree 5f Fuzzy 17 Marcus Fletcher 2
41st Chaos O'Hana 4f Cameo 18 Diorite Fray 2
42nd Leticia Wheeler 7f Gaby 15 Eva Hope 2
43rd Gentian Hope 8m Lyndis 18 Riven Fowley 1.5
44th Lazarus Stroms 10m Pogue 18 Ingran Ansgot 1.5
45th Elvaina Eckhart 6f Briar 16 Raven Barker 1.5
46th Lorenzo Ruined 5m Kay 18 Ivar Hammerfell 1.5
47th Brooke Destin 4f Tristen 16 Scarlett Stroms 1.5
48th Anton Ladetto 6m Noodles 16 Chaos O'Hana 1.5
49th Eden Turner 5f Clover 15 Lorenzo Ruined BB
50th Kyros Moreno 1m Thundy 18 Ronnie Cheyne BB
51st Zanita Luzell 9f Geebs 18 Atlas Lumiere BB
52nd Affron Williams 12m Bailee 17 Eva Hope BB


Death due to inactivity.

Arena

The Seventy-Fifth arena took place in a Surreal themed arena.

Areas

All areas were mirrored in an alternate dimension, accessible through portals and rabbit-holes hidden in the arena.

Cornucopia

Looking down from the rooftop of a massive mansion, you are at least half a dozen stories up in the air. Chimneys are scattered around at random and numerous trap doors built into the shingling promise both escape and certain danger. Surely it would be safer to risk whatever waits below. Already you can tell the building seems to be in a state of disrepair, tiles loose beneath your feet as you attempt to navigate the chaotic logic of the roof's peaks and sudden drops. The cornucopia itself seems conspicuously absent — only the audience and the sky whales above are able to see the way the subtle colors of the shingles draw an illusion of a three dimensional one upon the roof itself.

Stilted Mansion

Turning on bird legs, the mansion stands over a fissure in the middle of a sprawling rose garden. Inside the mansion is full of dusty decadence — marble floors resembling a life-sized chessboard, chandeliers larger than some lower District houses, and ornately carved crown molding. Curious paintings are hung gallery-style up and down nearly every wall, but the most mind-boggling thing of all is the great hall at its heart. Countless stairways spiral and intertwine in every direction, disregarding gravity. There is a feeling of looking up, west, and backwards all at once and yet some trick of the light promises that all of this is possible. What's so mad about a tea party on the ceiling? Why not lounge upon such a luscious lip-shaped living room set mounted to a wall?

Rose Garden

Red paint drips from many of the flowers, leaving them a particularly upsetting shade of white and an abandoned game of croquet stretches out between topiaries shaped as mutts from throughout the history of the games. If not for the obvious tending of the topiaries the garden might feel completely neglected. The flowers have grown wild and untamed, coiling up the bird legs of the mansion to creep in through cracked windows and lay claim to the halls. It almost feels as if the garden wants to reclaim the arena and, indeed, there is a suspiciously empty patch of earth at its center where the largest of all the topiaries seems to have gone missing. The occasional roar from within the mansion is almost as unsettling as the whispering wind outside, like the flowers are gossiping behind your back about how soon they won't be the only ones dripping red.

[Tributes can move freely between the Rose Garden Prime and the Stilted Mansion Prime.]

Salt Flats

Here the earth becomes sky. Shallow water reflects the clouds above, schools of birds circling your ankles as you lose sight of dry land — of any sense of up or down. Only the occasional sand bar and your own movements break the deceptive stillness of the water. As the horizon disappears, sky into sky, you realize the sand is so pure and clear that you can see right through it... but surely that's only your own face being reflected up at you.

Phosphorescent Orchard

Every color intensifies until it is as if the sun lives within all things. The truth of this becomes most apparent when night tries and fails to claim the orchard, every flower and tree glowing eerily in defiance. There is only day here. Fuchsia leaves, lavender toadstools, golden hanging moss, powder blue apples, silver grass — this is a forgotten otherworld once dreamt of by little girls who love unicorns and little boys favoring pink. Maybe you. Overgrown and untended, nothing is as it should be. Every color is "wrong". Confused clocks draped over branches melt into puddles of water scattered across the ground, reflecting blue and clouds despite the canopy blotting out the sky. All the animals seem more human than you, even the glass-bellied tardigrades with their transparent bodies, insides on display.

Paper Plains

The landscape waits for you, holding its breath in anticipation of what it will become. Grass and dirt end and everything becomes colorless — less than white — except for herds of mutts roaming like strange nomadic tribes. Elephants as tall as gods, even from a distance, lose their heads in the clouds and you hope they continue thinking there is nothing here worth looking down for. Flocks of flying fish leap from cloud to cloud as sky whales float by, but there is nothing upon the endlessly blank earth until your hand draws it — be it blood or kinder colors.

Alliances

Timeline

Bloodbath

Notes