Beck Vars-Dyer, 17
District 5 Male.

Beck stepped into the glass tube, as instructed by the metallic voice. He zipped up the yellow jacket, bouncing on the balls of his feet as the platform beneath his feet rose. He knew his plan, he just had to enact it. The platform deposited him onto his pedestal. He gazed around him, trying to block the bright sunlight out of his eyes. There was a breeze, it smelled of water and he could hear waves lapping somewhere nearby. He turned all the way around, taking the entire scene in.

"Welcome tributes to the 203rd Hunger Games!" Quill's voice rang out over the arena.

"Now you all know the drill. Don't step off the pedestals until the count down is over with, blah blah blah. Anyways, shall we get started?" Quill continued. The countdown began, starting at sixty. Beck crouched down low, ready to run. He spotted a large backpack leaning against the side of the golden-bronze cornucopia. The countdown continued, hitting forty and then thirty, then twenty. It felt like it was going by twice as fast, but also in slow motion. On one side of him, the crazy girl from Six stood perfectly still, not moving a muscle. On his other side, the boy from Two was crouched down, grinning. Suddenly, as the countdown hit fifteen, there was a shout and a massive explosion. Beck was hit by something red and wet, which he quickly realized to be blood. He whipped his head to the left, where Z was standing not five seconds ago. It was empty, along with the next pedestal over, blood and gore covered the torn ground between. Beck shuddered, as all 22 remaining tributes looked on, confused, unbothered, even a scream which rang out from the other side of the cornucopia. The gong rang out and the chaos began. Beck took off for the backpack he had in his sights, and he grabbed it, swinging it onto his back as he moved. He turned, in time to see the little girl from Nine, Tima, get a lace through the back from Scipia. Tima collapsed, and Scipia pulled the weapon out of her back with a terrifying grin, turning to find her next victim. Beck quickly searched for some sort of weapon, finding a pair of knives that he grabbed, as Scipia approached him. He raised the knife, ready to attempt to fight her off, when another tribute came out nowhere, smashing into Scipia and knocking her out of the way. It was Sylvan, the boy from Seven.

"O-oh, thanks?" Beck said, confused.

"Yeah, no problem. Now get the fuck out of here." Sylvan said, swinging a bag onto his back and hefting the axe in their hands. Beck scrambled to his feet and ran into the nearby woods as fast as he could.

Sarmiento Polar Torres, 18.
District 1 Male.

The gong rang out, and Sarmi hopped off his pedestal, quickly making his way into the Cornucopia. He quickly grabbed a bandolier of knives, slinging them across his body, also spotting a set of vials sitting on top of a box. He grabbed them and shoved them into one of the extra pockets on his jacket. He didn't have time to lace his knives with them, so he'd just have to hold onto them. He moved out of the cornucopia, to see the absolute fucking carnage surrounding him. To his left was the body of the little girl from Nine, on his right, Jade was battling with the girl from Eleven, Briony. Briony blocked a swing of Jades sword with her own scimitar, Briony kicked Jade and turned, running into the forest, her allies joining her. Sarmi could hear someone cry out, and he turned to see Jade run through the girl from Three, Janna. One of her allies, Harry, tried to run, but Sarmi pulled a knife out, throwing it into his back. He collapsed with a shout, and Sarmi made his way to the collapsed boy, bending down to check his pulse. Dead, as he thought. Harry and Janna's other ally, Keenan attempted to grab a bag out of the cornucopia, but he was quickly struck down by a blur of blue and red. It was Cress, who triumphantly pulled his spear out of the back of the fallen boy, blood spilling out of the wound as Keenan shuddered his last breath.

"Sarmi! Did you see that? I killed him!" Cress shouted, bouncing excitedly. Suddenly his face fell, and he went to shout something before Sarmi was knocked off his feet entirely. He hit the ground hard, disoriented. He felt like he was hit by a truck, as he looked up at the towering tribute above him. He scrambled backwards, trying to pull a knife out.

"Matthias! Jade!" Sarmi called out, his vision finally clearing enough for him to see. Matthias barreled into Noah, pushing him away from Sarmiento. Sarmi scrambled to his feet as Matthias raised his sword. Noah knocked him to the side as if he was a piece of tissue, and Noah lifted the bat in his hand, bringing it down into Matthias' head. It made a sickening squelching noise, as Sarmi pulled a knife out throwing it into Noah's shoulder. Noah looked slightly annoyed about this, and pulled it out, tossing it to the side. He lifted the bat again, bringing it down onto Matthias's head, it squelched horribly. Finally, Scipia and Jade came running out of nowhere, and Scipia threw her lance into the back of Noah's head. He slumped forwards, the bat slipping from his hand.

"That was for Matthias, you sick fucking bastard!" Scipia shouted as she pulled her lance out of his head. Jade walked over to him, sheathing her katana.

"What the hell happened? Are you okay?" Jade asked, looking angry in a confused way.

"I-I don't know. He just came out of nowhere and knocked me over and then he." Sarmi said, gesturing to Matthias' body. Jade nodded.

"Cmon, we need to move out now. Everyone, grab a bag and some weapons." Sarmi said, brushing himself off shakily. Scipia, Jade and Cress all nodded, heading into the cornucopia, grabbing a bag each and heading out towards a nearby grove of trees. They all took a seat in the shade, Scipia passed him a bottle of water. He had made it through the bloodbath, but what came next in the nightmare?

Alessia Whiterock, 29.
Head Gamemaker.

Ready seven cannons! Alessia called out. Francis nodded and tapped a few buttons on the keyboard.

"Seven cannons ready," Francis replied.

"Cameras on who?" Alessia inquired.

"The careers," Francis replied, pulling up the camera feed.

"Okay, good. Fire the cannons." Alessia replied nodding. Francis hit another button, and the cannons boomed, one after another. Alessia counted, seven just as there should've been. Alessia watched as the careers perked up, listening to the cannons ring out.

"Oh wait, wait there's another one down," Francis said, pointing to the tribute input feed. There were now sixteen beating hearts rather than seventeen. Alessia scanned over the list, spotting the next death.

"It's Fervin, pull up a camera on him," Alessia said. Francis obliged, and pulled up the feed. Fervin was lying against a tree, covered in blood.

"Oh he was injured, I see. Queue another cannon." Alessia said. Francis did so, and the last of the cannons rang out.

"Eight total, not bad, not bad at all," Francis said. Alessia nodded in agreement.

"What's everyone else's status'?" Alessia asked, gesturing to the still alive tributes.

"Well, the careers have lost one of their members," Francis said, gesturing to the screen with the careers video feed.

"Briony's little group made it out altogether. They're heading towards the main skyscraper at the moment." Francis continued, pointing to the next screen, which showed Molly, Briony, Tovah, Iara and Scarlett walking through the forest.

"Then there's Malec and Armitage, who made it out early. They'll be good on supplies for a fair few days. They're heading towards the docks." Francis pointed at their screen, which showed Malec and Armitage walking along the path next to the beach.

"And the loners?" Alessia asked.

"Vino made it out unharmed, but he's only got a day or two worth of food and water. Sylvan made it out relatively unharmed, picking up an axe and some food and water. Saxony made it out, but not unharmed, having had his upper arm sliced open by Jade. He does have a first aid kit, however, along with some other supplies. Beck had a close brush with Scipia but made it out okay due to Sylvan. He picked up enough to outlast probably every other loner, grabbing quite the large bag as well as some knives."

"Sounds good. I'll be heading back to my office now. Let me know if anything else happens." Alessia said, heading back into her office.

Hi. So I know this was supposed to be up oh, three days from now but uh. Nah. Heres eulogies:

Alexzandra "Z" Laison, placed 24th. Jumped off their pedestal.

I knew Z wasn't going to last long, not after the stunts they pulled. I felt as if a weird death was fitting for such a weird tribute. Thank you for their submitter.

Emmerson Finch placed 23rd. Tackled off his pedestal by Z.
Poor Emmerson, I loved him so much. I just needed someone for Z to take down with them and it happened to be Emmie. Thank you for Emmerson Fiona.

Tima Bluebell placed 22nd. Lanced by Scipia.
I absolutely adored Tima, she was a little ball of brightness in all this. She and her dog are like the best thing ever. Thank you to her submitter.

Janna Coil placed 21st. Killed by Jade.
Janna was, interesting enough I suppose. But I just couldn't see her going far. Thank you, Yugi for her.

Harry Ritchwell placed 20th. Knife to the back by Sarmiento.
Harry, Harry, Harry. Man, your idea was so cool. But your arc came to a close at interviews, and I couldn't see you going far. Thank you, James.

Keenan Briggan placed 19th. Speared by Cress.
Keenan, man you were so cool. I didn't want you to go this early but you had to. Thank you Carrot.

Matthias Laune placed 18th. Bludgeoned by Noah.
Man, I love careers many of you know that. But Matthias was sent to me as a bloodbath, and no matter how much I loved him, I needed a career bloodbath death. Thank you 20.

Noah Skall placed 17th. Lanced by Scipia.
Noah man you were a huge threat right off the bat. But you were submitted as a bloodbath, and I needed a reasonable way to take out Matthias so, here we are. Thank you for him, Guest.

Fervin Nowledge placed 16th. Injured by Scipia and bled out.
Fervin, man you were one half of a cool pair. But I knew both you and Iara couldn't make it out alive. Sadly, I chose you to die. Thank you again 20.
Hooo boy that was a lot of death. Heres the kill breakdown:
Noah: 1 (Matthias)
Scipia: 3 (Noah, Tima, Fervin)
Sarmiento: 1 (Harry)
Jade: 1 (Janna)
Cress: 1 (Keenan)
Other: 2 (Z, Emmerson)

And that's all for now folks. Signing off, Times.