Perfecta Flawless

Gary-Stu was dead. I missed who did it, but I thought it might be that girl from 6. She was one of the only ones who would stab him so much. Maeve was avoiding me. I wasn't sure why. Of course, after the bloodbath, Sanguis had taken off to hunt, so it was just us girls left at the cornucopia, if it could even be called that. Aggra wasn't talking or anything. She was just sitting there staring at her hands. I should go comfort her. It's the right thing to do. It was what the old me would do. But, in the arena, I couldn't afford to look weak, and helping her would make me look weak. In fact, I bet Gary-Stu was helping someone and then they stabbed him, taking his trust and shredding it. So it was. I would let Aggra suffer, and smile for the cameras.

Splinter Ironwood

Pow was acting weird. He said he wanted to go fight, but… why? We had supplies, we had shelter, we didn't need to fight. I said as much. He looked at me and sighed.

"We should kill the careers. Then they can't kill us. It's pretty simple."
I raised my eyebrow, or tried. I couldn't do that, and ended up raising both.

"You don't even have a weapon!" I said. Then, we heard the ding of a sponsor. I looked up. It had a 9 on it. Pow grinned.
"Maybe I do." He opened the box. Inside was an egg. He growled and spiked it into the ground. I don't know what weapon he thought would fit in that box. A nail clipper? A toothpick? I really don't understand some people.

Rosemary Bay

Zzzzzzzz. Ow. Something hit my head. Oh well. Zzzzzzz.

Mara Spelt

I wasn't looking, and the parachute landed on Rosemary. I hoped it didn't hurt too much. It had an 11 on it, which made me wonder why it went to Rosemary. Oh well. I opened it and there was a fancy crystal ball with a glittery pink eight on what I presumed to be the back. I squealed. I may be questioning my other eight ball but this one was a fresh new outlook. I heard someone running and dragged Rosemary behind a corner.

Polly Esther

What a crude display of violence I had just seen. All of the lifeforms I'd met beyond Terra were so much better at termination. There was no blood loss, no pain. They exterminated those who were worthless to society as painlessly and quickly as possible. I would have partaken in that in this so-called "Arena," but I knew my methods would be imperfect. As much as I would have loved to make sure others didn't need to suffer, I was sadly incapable.

The parachute that fell from the sky above me startled me for a second. This world had such methods of transport? How could it have gotten here so easily? That was a question to be pondered another time. After remembering what the parachute was - a present, not a threat - I went over to see what it meant for me. Attached to it was a box. Inside the box there was a toy. Unimpressive. Even less impressive, it was a little silvery disc with flashing lights around it. It was what the average homo sapiens would call a "UFO." Pathetic.

Sanguis Bellum

I knew some of those loser tributes would be going to the giant ferris wheel, so I went that way. I saw a parachute in the sky and charged towards it. Nobody was there though. I kept running and looked around, but found nobody. I kept looking. I would find a victim eventually.

Archimedes Einstein

Tragedy was subjective. For many, tragedy was a catastrophic event. For others, tragedy was simply something sorrowful. For me, tragedy wasn't really an issue. I didn't care how others felt. I knew what was considered right and wrong, but I truly didn't have a problem with being 'cruel' to others. That was why I asked for the sponsor. And, I got it. It floated down, and I opened it up. I asked for specific chemicals, knowing they would be less expensive than the end results. First, I got C6H2(NO2)3CH3, or TNT. I also received NH4NO3. Ammonium nitrate. A fertilizer. Mix them together the correct way, and you can produce amatol, a demolitions explosive. That was why I went to the ferris wheel. It was big, and I knew people would go there. It was now time for me to create a tragedy.

OOOOH WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? Yeah, I sent the egg. It was funny to me. Reposting cuz I forgot to say: guess which POV was written by someone other than me.