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The Seventy-Fifth arena took place in a Surreal themed arena.
 
The Seventy-Fifth arena took place in a Surreal themed arena.
  
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=== Areas ===
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All areas were mirrored in an alternate dimension, accessible through portals and rabbit-holes hidden in the arena.
 
   
 
   
 
==== Cornucopia ====
 
==== Cornucopia ====
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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.
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==== Stilted Mansion ====
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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?
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===== Rose Garden =====
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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 <i>soon they won't be the only ones dripping red.</i>
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[Tributes can move freely between the Rose Garden Prime and the Stilted Mansion Prime.]
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==== Salt Flats ====
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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.
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==== Phosphorescent Orchard ====
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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.
  
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==== Paper Plains ====
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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 ==
 
== Alliances ==

Revision as of 03:06, 28 March 2017

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
1st Ansgar Todd 10m Kire 18 -- --
2nd Hyacinth Mortuus 12f Python 18 Ansgar Todd 8
3rd Pillar Fray 1f Tristen 16 Hyacinth Mortuus 7
4th Asha Lumiere 1m Kousei 17 Ansgar Todd 7
5th Samira Hart 5f zoe 18 Pillar Fray 6
6th Sacha Dupont 5m Fox 18 Asha Lumiere 6
7th Jenoah Rasoio 8m Frankel 17 Ansgar Todd 6
8th Desimae Warble 11f Grim 17 Samira Hart 5
9th Rolf Parks 9m Emsrocks 18 Sacha Dupont 5
10th Bolts Spark 3m Chevi 17 Pillar Fray 5
11th Reese LaChance 7m Dars 18 Jenoah Rasoio 5
12th Deja Hatcher 3f Marr 13 Sacha Dupont 4
13th Maye Talliago 6f Charade 18 Sacha Dupont 4
14th Mitchell Laws 12m Tom 18 Jack [Yeti] 4
15th Torka Hammerfell 2m Cato 18 Queenie [Hellcat] 4
16th Mordecai Wu 4m Elegant 17 Jenoah Rasoio 3
17th Jackson Samuels 6m Yoya 18 Deja Hatcher 3
18th Ryan Summit 7f Azaleah 18 Torka Hammerfell 3
19th Myara Lowe 10f Avalon 17 Jenoah Rasoio 2
20th Rachel Violette 2f Kaplan 17 Samira Hart 1
21st Drake Harvest 11m Puppy 18 Mordecai Wu BB
22nd Kimmie Yov-Maoi 8f Fuzzy Wuzzy 17 Pillar Fray BB
23rd Joselle Brookwater 4f Lyndis 18 Asha Lumiere BB
24th Sabrina Larue 5f noodles 16 Mordecai Wu 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