So... Hello once again! I'm sorry for not posting anything these days(months), real life got in the way. I got into Homestuck recently and I BLOODY LOVE IT. I'm a sucker for Hunger Games like stories and this a kinda HS/HG crossover(it's just the alpha/beta kids, the post-scratch trolls and seven OCs).

The original characters are real people and I wrote this for them, because if it weren't for them I would be in a really bad place right now, I know you all are reading this so thanks guys :D

This chapter I'll just introduce to you the main seven characters(aka my friends and me). I would post the next chapter but I'll have no wi-fi for the next three days so :/

WARNING: All the characters in this fanfic have reached god tier, don't ask me how, they just did. They remember everything that happened in story until now(so yes, Dave will remember that he saw the dream bubble in "[S]: Caliborn: Enter") and more memories will be added as the story goes on.

I hope you enjoy the reading and that my friends and I sound cool enough for you :]

=== Be the weird chick with hipster glasses:

Your name is JULIA, you are FOURTEEN years old. Most of your friends call you FOUR, because of a weird fanfiction you wrote long time ago. You are the WITCH OF SPACE, and thanks to your rogue friend, you have DOG EARS. Your strife specibus is WANDKIND. Your biggest interests are BATMAN, HARRY POTTER, YOUNG ADULT FICTION BOOKS, FANFICTION, ROLEPLAYING and GETTING OUT ALIVE of this situation that sounds and looks like one of your favorite books, THE HUNGER GAMES.

=== Be the fearless leader:

Your name is CLARA. You are FOURTEEN years old. Most of your friends call you RED or PAM because you once said that you were Poison Ivy. You are the FEARLESS LEADER of this team of losers who wouldn't have reached god tier without you. You think you are the coolest and the most awesome because you can BLOODBEND, thanks to your title as ROGUE OF BLOOD. Your strife specibus is LIGHTSABERKIND, because you are cool like that. Now all you want to do is KEEP YOUR MATESPRIT SAVE and SURVIVE THIS FUCKING GAME.

=== Be that one girl who likes twilight:

Your name is AMANDA. You are FOURTEEN years old. Most of your friends call you HARLEY, because you once said you were Harley Quinn. Your strife specibus is HAMMERKIND. You are the STAR OF HEART and is the most cheerful person in your team. Your matesprit is the AWESOME LEADER of the bunch of losers that is your team. Your current situation worries you, but at the same time you think it's awesome because YOU ALWAYS DREAMED ABOUT BEING IN THE HUNGER GAMES.

=== Be the moody but also badass girl:

Your name is JULIA. You are FOURTEEN years old. Most of people call you TEN because of weird, but also awesome, fanfiction your now furry friend wrote a long time ago. Your strife specibus is SICKLEKIND, because for you looking like the GRIM REEPER is badass even if you are dressed in orange, color that is way too cheerful for you. You are the SEER OF LIGHT but you don't know a fucking thing about the future except for the terrible feeling that all your luck is going to vanish when you need it the most.

=== Be the boy who regrets playing this badly:

Your name is PEDRO. You are FOURTEEN years old. Everybody calls you TWELVE, thanks to the fanfiction the chick with dog ears wrote before you started playing this game. Your strife specibus is RIFLEKIND, because you love those 'Call of Duty' kind of video games. In your eyes, you have the LAMEST TITLE THIS MULTIVERSE, which is PRINCE OF LIFE. Your whole existence in this game screams STUPID AND POINTLESS, but you can do the LIFEY THING, that is awesome. Thanks to that you often claim to be IMMORTAL. You though you had beaten the game when your entire team went god tier but now it all just looks like the book Four wanted you to read long time ago. Which means, YOU ARE FUCKING DOOMED.

=== Be the girl who just wants to kill something:

Like your friends Four and Ten, your name is also JULIA. You are THIRTEEN years old and everybody calls you THIRTEEN or PADAWAN. You like to tell people to GO FUCK THEMSELVES AND LEAVE YOU ALONE. You love stupid pun and thinks Chuck Norris is the real God. All you want to do in this shit is KICK SOME SERIOUS ASS AND BE BADASS. You are the KNIGHT OF TIME, the outfit fits with the color you dyed part of your hair. With your god-like powers you enjoy FREEZING PEOPLE IN TIME AND MAKING FUN OF THEM AFTER THAT. Your strife specibus is 1/2BLADEKIND, because you broke your katana during the game and is too lazy to get a new one. Everybody makes fun of you because you are FUCKING AFRAID OF CHAINSAWS. You really like THE HUNGER GAMES but your current situation scares you.

=== Be the boy with ninja thingys:

Your name is GABRIEL. You are FOURTEEN years old and THIS IS STUPID. Everybody calls you TWO, thanks to Four's really old fanfiction. You call yourself the LAST AIRBENDER thanks to the WINDY THING you can do thanks to your powers as HEIR OF BREATH. Your strife specibus is SURIKENKIND because you sure love those deadly ninja stars. You daydream all the time about MEGAN FOX being your girlfriend and just can't stop playing CALL OF DUTY with Twelve. You still have not a single of idea of WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON but you know that you'll have to kill people to get out. This thought does not make you feel any better.

We're not Strider cool but we're still cool, right? Right?

Next chapter: LET THE GAMES BEGIN!