I would just like to let everyone that submitted know that you've pissed me off.

I CANNOT FIGURE OUT WHO DIES?!

I've never had this much difficulty, and I think the problem is you've all sent me SUCH fantastic characters, I'm not even just saying that.

They are all really arc worthy.

If your tribute dies from this point on, I'm sorry. Nothing personal.

Know this stuff was hard.

This chapter will also probably be longer than most.

BUT: Some POVs will be shorter than others. Sorry.

The third day is probably the worst day out of the whole story. I know because I watched it unfold. I watched the people die, I watched hearts grow darker, and children grow colder. I saw regret and remorse. I saw the death of innocence, even if most of them weren't exactly the purest of them all.

I saw the President win this day.

The truth is the third day is the worst day because, for the tributes that were in the arena, it's when things got real. It's when the death count started to rise. It's where selfish ambitions took over.

It is the day the President called them all to the center of the woods, to a makeshift Roman Empire Arena to fight each other off with the most dazzling of prizes. I watched six tributes die this day.

And at the end of this entry, so will you.

Paisley Grace, 18

Southern Female

"Tributes, in 60 seconds the games will start. May the odds ever be in your favor." says the President as I stand outside of my childhood home. The home with so much love and caring memories. The home with loads of beautiful family portraits. The home where I had my first kiss and got my first dog.

This home is now a house of death.

Dianna and the boy Garrison are fighting over on their field, but the timer hasn't sounded. He's on top of her choking her, and no matter how hard I run, I can't get to her.

"DIANNA!" I call out desperately trying to reach my friend. "DIANNA!"

But she couldn't hear me. She was turning blue as the life drained out of her eyes, and the boy named Garrison smiled menacingly as he continued to squeeze the life out of her eyes. I fall to the ground and begin to sob for my friend as he gets up, and her eyes are left frozen wide open. He begins his walk towards me, but unlike me, he closes the distance rather quickly. He pushes me over and pulls out a knife.

"Does this look familiar, Paisley?" he whispers in my ear as he dangles the knife over my chest. "It should; it's the one you killed me with!" He plunges his arm down-

I shoot up from my mattress covered in sweat. I'm breathing heavy and looking around the room frightened I see Dianna sitting in the corner of the room staring at me.

"You okay?" she asks me.

"Yeah, just a nightmare," I say getting up and moving to the kitchen. "Did Ryan not come back?"

"No, he didn't," she tells me. "I waited for him late last night, but he never showed.

Well, aren't we just losing people left and right?

I expected Ryan to be here asleep in the bedroom when we woke up the following morning, and the blonde giant isn't here. Zoya disappeared into the woods yesterday, and I haven't seen her face on the house, so I wonder what the hell is going on with her.

What's next? Is Dianna leaving?

"He's still not back?" ask Domnick when he wakes up a little groggy as I start to make sandwiches for later on in the day. It's about an hour until we need to head out of the house for the onset of house restrictions.

"Plot twist," I say with a sarcastic tone. "I've been Ryan and Paisley at the same time," I say with an unmistakable tone in my voice. "Obviously he isn't back, Domnick," I say with an eye roll. "I don't see why he's fuming. Yeah, his friend died, and it's sad, but at the same time, he was going to have to anyways. That's the painful reality of the situation we are in."

I haven't allowed myself optimism at this point. There's no room for hope in these desperate times. It's a crappy situation, and often when we are in crappy situations in our youth, we expect some fairytale type event to occur and change it into something beautiful.

But life isn't a fairytale. I need to acknowledge that no matter what happens, I'm either living or dying and if I live I might as well be dead. A soul can't take that much torture. I want to be able to say that I believe in fairytales. I want to be optimistic that the President will come out over the loudspeaker and laugh saying she was just kidding.

But eight deaths is not a just kidding magical moment. I've seen my friend die. I've killed someone. He was a rotten person and terrorized the entire country for so long, but nonetheless, he died at my hands.

"No need to be snarky, Paisley." he tells me with a sad look on his face.

"Sorry, Dom," I say. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"It's okay," he says, "None of us have."

Ryan Lambert, 18

Western Male

I'm pissed.

I don't usually stay this upset when things happen. I understand that life is a fickle thing, but for goodness sake, I just got my friend back. We still had a lot to work through, but because of the President, and this game, and these people, I never get to work through them.

But my anger isn't for the President. It isn't for the games. It isn't even for all of the people. My anger is towards one person in particular. That bitch Dianna.

Who the hell did she think she was talking to me the way she did? I didn't do anything to her. I was mourning my friend and trying to work through some frustration, and she had the nerve to talk to me the way she did.

I decided I'm going to kill her. That's the only thing that makes sense at this point, is to kill her. She's gotten too big for britches, and it's not like I'm going to get in trouble for taking her out. This game is endorsed by the President. In fact, I think she'll thank me for doing so.

I walk up the cobblestone pathway to her house, and when I get to the door, I don't ring the doorbell. The stupid people never remembered to lock the door at night. That was always my job, and sure enough, as I turn the doorknob and walk in, it opens right up.

I hear my alliance up on the second-floor suite that I assumed to belong to Dianna before her time in prison. Stupid bitch has had it all. Why does she get a stable life here as well? Ethan could have had all this.

I creep around to the back staircase, and move begin to walk up the steps slowly. When I get to the top of the stairs, I see Dianna alone in the living room by herself, while the other two are in the bathroom. She is facing the other way trying to figure out a hair do that won't be a disappointment today when she gets back, but she won't need one.

I pull the knife out of my back pocket and creep up behind her. I get about three feet before she sees me in the mirror and spins around screaming.

"Ryan what the hell?!" she says

I run at her and jump over the coffee table and attempt to slash her neck, but she dives out of the way. I continue to chase her around the structure when Paisley comes running in with her hair and body wrapped in a towel.

"Hey!" she screams. "Get the hell away from her!"

"Stay out of this, Paisley!" I scream angrily.

"Or you cannot be a fucking psycho!" she says as she runs to step in between Dianna and me. I try to push past her, and she doesn't budge, so I try picking her up and moving her, but again she doesn't move. I feel a kick in my pelvic area, and instantly fall over in pain as it moves dances up my stomach. Two small hands push me from the back, and I fall over the coffee table, but the knife I was holding doesn't land on the ground with me.

"OH MY GOSH!" screams Paisley as she runs past me and kneels on the ground next to Domnick.

In a pool of blood, and also wearing nothing but boxers, Domnick lies there with a knife buried deep in his chest. It's directly in the center, so I think I hit a major artery.

What have I done? I just killed one of my friends! I begin to tremble as the reality of this situation dawns on me as Dianna and Paisley watch Domnick's last breaths.

"Is he going to be okay?!" I scream nervously.

"You stabbed him in the heart dumbass!" screams Dianna. "What the hell do you think?!"

Paisley just sits next to Domnick and smiles as she strokes his hair. "You're going to be okay," she says. "You're going to go to a good place, where you'll have tons of rest, and nothing to fear as far as this world. I'm so sorry it had to end like this, Dom," she says as tears start to well up in her eyes. Domnick can't respond because he's choking on blood, but he squeezes her hand, and then his eyes glaze over.

Paisley's face switches as she sees me standing in the corner with my hands trembling and my heart beating quickly. She picks the knife out of his chest, and then walks over to me, and is about to stab me, but then stops and throws the knife down on the floor.

"You're not worth it," she says through closed teeth. "You disgust me, Ryan," she says as she begins to walk back to the bathroom to wash off all the blood.

"Uh, fuck that," says Dianna as she walks over to the knife and picks it up. She slashes it across my neck, just the same way I was going to kill her, and I fall to the ground.

"DIANNA!" screams Paisley as I begin to choke on my own blood.

"He tried to kill me in cold blood, killed one of my friends, and he just gets to walk away? No, he can choke," she says as I continue my struggle to breathe. As I continue to choke, I see Ethan walking into the room. It's not the Ethan that died in this arena though. He looks stronger and happier.

"Come one, dude." he says with a smile. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

Roman Darmadi, 17

Southern Male

Zoya has proven to be indescribably difficult. She refuses to listen to anything I try to talk to her about, and I need her in my master plan to get to the end. Who would kill sweet innocent Zoya? And it's not like she's going to take a stab at anyone, so if it's us in the finals, I have my life back.

"Zoya, are you seriously not going to listen to my plan?"

I have her tied up to a tree in the woods. There is a giant arena that I found as I was looking for a place to hide Zoya and myself, and I think I want to lead everyone there. It's about 10 feet away, but it's covered by the vast amount of trees and bushes at the angle I have Zoya at, so I don't think she has noticed.

"I would rather die," she says defiantly. "You make me sick."

"Keep pushing me, woman," I say haughtily. "That can be arranged. Why are you so against me? What have I ever done to you."

"For one, you kidnapped me." she says with an eye roll.

"Other than that," I say

She stares at me with a defiant look in her eyes, and then they narrow on me as she takes a breath. "My family is from Egypt,"

"Yes," I say annoyed. "I know."

"If you won't let me finish there is no point to this conversation."

"Fine," I say, "Go."

"My family is from Egypt," she says again. "My mother and father fell in love at a young age. The only issue is that my mom came from a very wealthy family, and my dad came from a destitute one. Her family didn't condone it, and after the takeover in Egypt, my mother was sought out by one of the foreign leader's sons." she says. "He was very cruel, and they were married very early into their courting. It was an arranged marriage, but my mother still loved my father, and they ran away. They were able to get out of Egypt, and Africa was still free in multiple places, so they found a plane and came to America, but it took them a few years to do so. It was a lot of bouncing around different countries in Egypt. He looked for them near and far and finally found them. My mother had already had me in Egypt before they immigrated, the correct way I might add, to America. He found her and tried to kill me, but my father killed him instead." she says.

"What does that have to do with me?" I ask confused.

"Because I'll be damned if after all the work my family went through to get me to a place where I wouldn't have to live a life like that, that I end up exactly in a situation like my mother." she says plainly.

"Well, appears to me that you already are," I say with a sly smile.

"We will see." she says.

"TRIBUTES!" says the President's voice over the intercom. "I would like to invite you to the center of the woods. There is a mandatory activity there that I would love for you guys to take part of. There you will see a table with a bunch of envelopes on them. Don't touch them. The rest of the rules will be explained after you arrive. It's a giant building in the center of the woods; you can't miss it. Also, no hurting other tributes if you see them on the way."

"I guess you have to untie me," she says

"Oh no, sweetheart," I say with a chuckle. "I don't."

"We have to go to this. She just said it was mandatory."

"We are already here," I say as I pull the bushes back to reveal the stone wall. Zoya's face goes paler as she takes a breath and accepts that she is probably going to die in this building.

"Bet you wish you listened now," I say with a smile.

Luna Koski, 15

Eastern Female

It took the four of us forever to make it to this giant building. If it was so giant, why the hell couldn't we see it through all of the trees? When we arrived at the building, everyone was already sitting there waiting for further instructions. I begin to scan the crowd and see that someone is missing though. There should be 16 of us left. Instead, there are only 15 here.

I begin to pace as I try to go over whose face I've seen on the giant house every night, and who is missing from the living people. As I walk by a particular area of woods, I hear a muffled scream that sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

"I think I've found our lucky number 16," I whisper to myself as I walk through the bushes following the scream. There I see a beautiful girl tied up, and remember her from the large group that isn't looking so giant anymore as the twin barbies stand there by themselves.

"Hello." I say. "I know you can't say it back, but let's make a deal." I say as I stroll over to her and sit across from her. "I'll let you go, if you agree that you and your friends won't come for my in that arena. I'm not sure what exactly we are doing, but I have a theory it's going to be killing us. Blink twice if you agree."

She blinks twice and then looks at me with pleading eyes. There's a certain urgency to them that lets me know she is asking me to hurry.

"Great!" I say as I take the sock out of her mouth. She begins to cough violently as I work on the ropes. In a few seconds she is untied, and we walk back out of the bushes and into the clearing. I watch to see people's reactions to see who was the one that tied her up, and in the corner of the clearing away from everyone else sits a very unhappy looking boy.

"That's our first target." I say pointing at him.

"The boy?" asks Aubrey.

"Yes, he tied a woman up, and that's not something I condone."

"I'm not killing anybody," says Davantae. "We don't even know what we are doing here."

"Please, you'll see momentarily."

"Tributes!" says the loud voice of the President. "Now that everyone is here, I would like to invite you into the building.

Large wooden doors open, and we enter into a giant Roman Colosseum. I smile as I see the great architecture that went into this project, and notice all of the sharp details in the stone.

"Tributes," says the President. "Welcome to my ultimate entertainment. Here the remaining boys will fight each other until two are dead, and then the girls will follow after. No more than two of each gender may die. For the winners, you will get a fabulous prize, and also officially be in the top 10!"

"What if we refuse?" ask a dark-haired girl who looks exceptionally nervous. Good, an easy target.

"Then you forfeit your right as a living part of this game." says the President. "Now, don't you kids want to know what the prize is?" ask the President. No one responds, and I can hear the almost laughable disappointment in her voice as the tributes refuse to answer to her. "The prize is a letter from your family," she says. "So, it's worth the win. Girls, take a seat in the stands, boys, go to the center of the arena."

The female population of this neighborhood awkwardly go sit down in the stands, but I see Davantae and Aubrey whispering to each other intensely before Davantae steps into the arena. I walk over there casually without them noticing me, and hear a bit of the conversation.

"This is our chance to weaken Luna," says Aubrey. "If we can take Bentley out now, we can take her out after."

"Good luck, Davantae!" I say with a smile that lets them know I've been here the whole time. "Hope you make it out okay, buddy."

I turn on my heel and walk back to the arena stand and sit next to the blonde girl who looks at me and smiles. It's a fake smile, one of those pageant things that lets me know this chick is fake as they come.

"Boys, on your mark. Get set. Go!"

JJ Brooks, 18

Eastern Male

None of us moves when she says go. There are various weapons scattered around this circle like building. We just sit there though. None of us have any real desire to kill each other, and the fact that we are being forced to is ridiculously stupid.

I look over at the stand and see Leilani watching with a worried look in her eyes. She sees me staring and instantly gives me a reassuring smile. I don't know what it is about her, but since our encounter in the backyard, I can't seem to get her out of my head. I don't know if it's because I like her, or the fact that I think I might die in here, so I want one last fling.

No matter what the reason, she's in my head, and it's distracting.

"Gentlemen," says the President quickly. "If you don't begin to kill each other, I will be forced to take matters into my hands."

After than announcement is said, the boy that is most like criminally insane runs into the center of the arena screaming and hollering. He grabs a machete off of the ground and comes running at random people in the stadium, all of who begin to dodge him. With him starting the combat though, all bets were off. We all grabbed random weapons and began going to town, and I saw early that I needed to make eye contact with someone because that was essentially how alliances were being formed.

I quickly make eye contact with a tall, pale boy. He has short brown hair and nods as he and I align together to go after the rest of the boys.

"Marshall." he says quickly.

"JJ," I say.

We begin to survey the area, and Marshall sets his sight on a boy with a bald head. He nudges me and looks over at the kid. "That boy has had me tied up for the last 12 hours. The only reason he let me go was that a guard told him he had to. Him and that crazy frizzy-haired chick." he says. "I want to take him out."

"Let's do it," I say.

We run towards the bald boy, whose eyes go big as he sees us moving towards him and begins to run, we start to chase him, and we finally corner him in a place where it will be impossible to get out. We start to close in, and he starts to look at both of us, and the gaps between our body. I can tell he weighs them out.

"Go!" he screams as he tries to run in between Marshall and me, but Marshall sticks his knife out, and it stabs him in the stomach. He falls over in pain and screams as the knife sits handle deep in his gut. Marshall bends down low and yanks the knife out of his gut.

"You should have gotten out of my hideout." he says as he then stabs the boy in the head.

"Tributes, one more male death." says the President gleefully.

"Stand back." says Marshall. "Everyone else seems tied up."

Bentley Gagnon, 17

Eastern Male

Well, isn't this super exciting!

So many people fighting, and here I am just standing in the middle of the arena screaming my ass off. Everyone is avoiding me. Not that anyone else is really trying to kill someone. The boy that was next to me in the prison, I think his name was Jemmy, lies dead on the ground a few yards away and the two boys that did it are standing in the corner.

Maybe I should pay them a visit.

"Hey, Schizo," says a voice to my side. I turn around and see a boy with dark hair and bushy eyebrows. He looks angry as he stares at me, and holds up a machete that he has in his hand like a sword.

"Let's go, no one else is fighting. This is between me and you now."

He charges at me, and begins to swipe at me rapidly as I dodge back and forth and begin laughing. "This is so much fun, huh?" I ask as he continues to try and kill me. I'm playing this insanity thing up because I'm in front of the whole mess of tributes, but actually I'm scared I'm about to die.

"Would you stop dodging?!" says the boy angry

"The voices said that isn't advised." I say as I spin away from his blade. I swing my knife and cut into his shoulder. "Oops!" I say gleefully.

The boy drops his knife and then begins to try and pick it up from the ground when I tackle him and pin his arms underneath my kneecaps.

"You thought you could take on me?" I ask in a sadistic tone. "I'm invisible. The voice told me!" I say proudly. I lean down into his ear and whisper. "Actually, I'm completely sane, and this schizophrenia thing was made up so I didn't have to do hard jail time. I'm telling you now because, well, you're about to die. Enjoy wherever you're going kid."

"He's not sch-" but I stab him in the throat before he can finish his sentence.

"Tributes!" screams the President. "STOP! Ladies, it's your turn to take the arena. Good luck."

We all awkwardly look around at each other as we get up and walk back to the stands. Luna grabs me by the arm and gives me a serious look. "Something is brewing," she says. "I can feel it, Davantae chickened out, but I don't want Aubrey to have the chance to succeed."

"What are you saying?" I ask confused.

"I'm saying get ready." she says. "It's about to get messy."

Aubrey Sabin, 18

Midwestern Female

I'm panicking. I don't know what to expect right now. I'm not sure how much Luna heard of our conversation, but something tells me it was too much for my liking. Not to mention Davantae completely chickened out and didn't kill Bentley! He just stood there like a wimp as literally everyone else got into some sort of fight.

The girls line the outer part of the arena and begin to look around. The President hasn't told us to go yet, so we're waiting for the go ahead before people start dying. I find Luna on the opposite end of the arena, and she is poised to run. She winks at me when she sees me staring at her, and then looks back at the center of the arena where a giant sword has now been placed.

"Ladies," says the President. "On your mark, get set, go!"

Luna sprints to the center after the sword, and I grab a mace that is just sitting near by. As I expected, Luna runs straight at me, and has a devilish smile on her face. She begins to swing her sword over and over again, as I dodge, and swing my mace at her.

This mace was a lot heavier than I expected, and I realize that I'm really going to have to put force in this if I expect to hit her. I take a step back as she lunges towards me, and slam the mace into her sword. It flies out of her hand and she looks shocked at me as she attempts to go run for it, but with all my might, I hurl the mace at her back.

There is a loud cracking sound, and Luna falls to the ground and starts twitching. I run over to her, and turn her over and see her face in agonizing pain.

"Just do it," she says slowly.

I wrap my hands around her neck and begin to squeeze, but then I realize that it's to long of a way to die. I see a knife not that far away from me, and reach out to grab it, and she points to her head and smiles.

"It's less pain." she says. "Instant death. It's why I always stab there." she says as her back cracks again and she winces.

I nod as I bring the knife down onto her skull. A single tear escapes her face, and I feel genuinely guilty about what just happened. Luna's eyes glaze over and her head tilts to the side, and I get off of her body. I look around and see that none of the other girls are moving, they are all just staring at Luna and I. I run towards the corner of the arena when an Asian girl runs at me.

Zoya Heda, 17

Eastern Female

I see that crazy girl that always talked about some kid named Aaron start to run at the girl that just killed the person that released me from my ropes. I was so scared when she was releasing me; I didn't know what to expect from her.

She's a nasty girl. She has killed many, and I've seen her responses to it. I didn't know if I was next because she got such pleasure out of doing it.

Now that everyone is moving Paisley and Dianna run towards me from their respective corner of the Colosseum. I brace myself just in case they are coming to attack, but they both wrap me in a hug as they get within arms reach of me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" says Dianna

"I was kidnapped by one of the boys who died today," I say. "Where are Ryan and Domnick?"

Paisley's face goes pale as she looks down at the ground and I get the answer I was hoping wouldn't come. A scream snaps us back into reality as the Asian girl is now on top of the girl and is trying to stab her repeatedly.

"You think you can just steal anyone's man, Sindy?!" she screams.

"My name is Aubrey!" screams the girl as she continues to dodge the stabs that the girl is attempting to put on her face. Paisley and Dianna freeze as they see the girl about to die, but something inside of me snaps. This isn't right.

I run over to where the two girls are fighting, and throw the Asian girl off of Aubrey. She gets up quickly and looks at me confused. "You're defending that slut?!" she hisses. "She stole my man."

"She didn't take your man," I say plainly as she runs at me, and attempts to stab me now.

"You're just a slut friend! A friend of all the sluts!"

She continues to try and stab me and comes very close to sticking me. My heart starts to beat fast in my chest, and then I remember what my mother told me on the phone the day I was taken to this God forsaken prison.

You are a Heda, my love." says my mother. "You're stronger than you think, fiercer than your wildest dreams, and can achieve anything if you believe."

"I believe." I say as the girl takes another stab in my direction. Aubrey has long since ran away, and she is throwing up in the corner.

The girl takes one last stab at me, and I dodge and grab her wrist. She looks surprised as I pull her down and she hits the ground hard. I take the knife that she dropped upon hitting the ground and bring it down into her back. She lets out a scream, and then her head tilts over.

I look down surprised at what I just did, and then the gravity of the situation just dawned on me. I start to tear up when I bend down and look at the now dead girl's face. She seems at peace. I lean over to her ear. I don't know what to say, but I know I should say something.

"You won't die in vain," I decide to settle on. "I'm going home."

A table begins to rise in the center of the arena and the boys begin to come down from the stands. The President's voice comes over the intercom with a maniacal laugh.

"Now, THAT, was unexpected." she says. "Find the envelope with your name on them, and go home." she says. "Today no one else will die."

I begin to walk over to the table when Paisley and Dianna ambush me. "Oh my gosh," they say in unison. "Are you okay?"

"I'm all right," I say sadly. "I just want my letter."

We walk to the table and find the letters with our name on them. It is then I see that only 10 of us are left in this game. This is real now. I have a shot at actually making it.

"Come on," I tell them. "Let's head back to the mansion."

Yes, day 3 was one of the hardest in these games. You saw the death of innocence. You saw the end of tributes. You saw the world crashing down around people. Life was draining from their eyes as the reality set in on their list of nevers.

They would never get married. Never get to hold their baby in their hands. Never get to experience what it is to love someone with all of their heart. Day 3 was the worst in the games, but we still have a few more to go.

Until next time,

Anonymous

Holy crap. I'm not even sure what just happened. No one I planned to kill was killed, and a couple of my top 5 is now dead? So like, what the hell am I doing?

This chapter was a lot of death for a number of reasons. One, starting summer classes where I will be taking two, and I want to at least be ready for Crash Landing when my semester starts later. Two, I felt like a big dramatic chapter.

Eulogies

16th Place: Domnick McKnight, Southern Male, Killed by Ryan Lambert: I'm not sure what compelled me to write this, but when I was finally able to write this morning it just felt right. Domnick wasn't a bad character, but I feel he faded into the background a bit behind Dianna, Paisley, and Zoya. He was a good guy, he was a little hot headed and weird, but a good guy. He was smart, and I figured the only way this guy didn't win was if he died on accident. RIP

15th Place: Ryan Lambert, Western Male, Killed by Dianna McKee: After Ethan died I thought I could give Ryan a cool arc, but then I realized it wasn't as good as I thought. Ryan was a strong character, but he was heavily dependent on Ethan to succeed. I enjoyed their relationship, but it had to end a bit early. Like I said, it's been hard picking who dies. Also, Haley, friend, we've talked, but you kind of disappeared. I still love you though.

14th Place: Jemmy Gilbert, Western Male, Killed by Marshall Clyde and JJ Brooks: Awe, Stella, I'm sorry. I know you loved Jemmy. Truth be told he was fun to write for, and his relationship with Sloane was fun, but I needed a male death and when I looked at what I had planned he was the most expendable. I'm so sorry for this, friend.

13th Place: Roman Darmadi, Southern Male, Killed by Bentley Gagnon: Anna, I just realized that all of your tributes you've ever subbed are killed in my feast like thing. I'm so sorry. Roman was strong, but after other plot lines started falling in I, couldn't figure out a place for the arc I had for him. He was a good character, I wasn't exactly a fan of him personally but I hope you don't hate me…

12th Place: Luna Koski, Eastern Female, Killed by Aubrey Sabin: I won't lie, Aubrey was supposed to die here, but then I figured out something cool, and I was excited, but DAMNIT I LOVED LUNA. Everyone of you were absolute haters, but she was great. She was a interesting character with sociopathic tendencies. She wasn't OP because she was willing to kill. None of the people she came into contact other than maybe Bentley had were in for something that serious. She freaking stabbed someone in the face 13 times because they imposed on her turf. She was beautiful 10/10. It was just her time.

11th Place: Miranda Chang, Western Female, Killed by Zoya Heda: Zoya killed someone, what? I liked Miranda, but Pi you kind of fell off the map. Miranda had a lot of plans, but when people aren't showing me they're reading I loose motivation for their characters. This isn't me being snarky. It's just me being truthful. I liked that she was so different though. She was definitely fun to explore while I had the chance.

Congrats to the submitters of Dianna, Paisley, Davantae, Sloane, Zoya, Marshall, JJ, Leilani, Bentley, and Aubrey for making it into the Top 10. It's been a pleasure writing your characters, and I can't wait to show you what else I have in store.

REGION STATS:

EASTERN: Zoya, Leilani, JJ, and Bentley

MIDWEST: Dianna, Davantae, Aubrey, and Marshall

WEST: Sloane

SOUTH: Paisley

Alliances:

Bad-Ass Girl Group: Paisley/Zoya/Dianna

Are they still a thing? Bentley/Davantae/Aubrey

For sure a thing: Davantae/Aubrey

Pleasantly Awkward: Leilani/JJ

Alone...for now: Sloane/Marshall

***ANNOUNCEMENT: Later on today I will be posting the Prologue for Crash Landing. It is the third installment in my Over the Edge series. I will set deadline for a long ways away, but I hope to see you guys there!***

Keep it classy,

Caleb