At dawn, twenty-three tributes were forced awake and taken from the Tribute Center. Ahead of schedule, but plans had changed. With a few careful edits, their Bloodbath could still appear live with twenty-four tributes, but those edits required time.

The hovercraft ride wasn't long at all. On the way, trackers were inserted in their arms. Then each of them was escorted one by one off the ship and brought to their stylists, who gave them one last costume. Wide-brimmed hats, button-down shirts, vests, trousers, boots with a heel, bandanas. Anyone with long hair had it braided back and away from their face so they could smile for the cameras.

Then they were loaded into the glass tubes, and the pedestals lifted them skyward.

Jude Finnegan, 12

District 8, He/They

June 8th, 97 ADD

8:59 AM

Their first thought was that he was dreaming.

The sun made them squint, and they were glad they had his hat to block out at least some of it. The wind was hot and dusty, the ground flat and dry. Beyond the ring of pedestals were wooden buildings that looked ready to collapse under their own weight. One building stood in the center of the pedestals, and from what Jude could tell, had a door on each side. A sign above the door facing Jude read General Store. Far from the buildings, Jude could make out mountains.

But what had captured Jude's attention was not this, or the other tributes in the circle. It was the ghosts.

There were so many of them. They were translucent and gray-toned. They ranged in size, but from what Jude could see, they were all kids. Many of them had visible wounds- a girl with pale hair and dark bruises around her neck, a boy with a spear through his chest. Jude looked closer at the boy: next to the spear wound, a number had been stitched into his clothes. 3.

Dread settled in the pit of their stomach as they put the pieces together. District Three, he realized. They looked at the girl with the bruised throat, but she wore a fancy gray dress, no number added. The one next to her wore a 5, though, and over there was an 11, and-

BOOM!

Jude nearly jumped out of their skin as the tribute next to them collapsed. The ground shook beneath his feet, but he maintained his balance, wincing at the heat that brushed their cheek. The other tribute's pedestal was a crater now, and the tribute's body laid face-up several feet away. A 10 decorated their vest. Chevre's district partner.

He swallowed, hard, and looked back at the Cornucopia. The timer hovering above it had about ten seconds left. He forced themself not to stare at the ghosts- the dead tributes, he was sure of it- anymore and looked at the figures who remained on their pedestals. Jest was nearby, and they could see Chevre, and Jem wasn't far either.

For one of their few remaining seconds, Jude squeezed his eyes shut.

(He could be brave. Just like his dad said.)

Then they opened their eyes. The timer hit zero.

And, for the first time, Jude Finnegan wished they were sleeping.

Jest Valencia, 18

District 5, He/Him

9:00 AM

When the timer ran out, Jest didn't waste time. He bolted. He wasn't sure if the ghost-things were solid or not at first, but he quickly figured out he could run through them. This made his life much easier, especially because there were so many. Everywhere he looked, his gaze was filled with ghosts, and he had to concentrate to look through them and figure out where he needed to go.

He beckoned Chevre to follow him and ran to Jude, snatching a spear from the ground along the way. By the time they reached Jude, the kid had been quick enough to grab a small backpack from the outskirts and put it on. Jest hoisted him upwards, and Jude climbed onto his back, hanging on for dear life. Jest turned and Chevre appeared at his side, wearing two backpacks and holding a knife.

"Let's go," she panted.

Jest nodded. That had always been the plan; finding and bringing together all seven of them in this chaos would've been impossible. They'd already gathered a decent amount of supplies and avoided run-ins with other tributes, and Jest didn't want to hang around long enough for that to change. He could already hear screams.

So he turned toward the ghost town and ran through its streets, Chevre hard on his heels and Jude clinging to his back.

Invincible Gaultier, 18

District 1, They/Them

9:01 AM

There was too much happening.

Vince couldn't tell their thoughts apart as they ran towards the Cornucopia, swerving around the strange figures. They were everywhere, making it hard to see, and the lack of sleep combined with the hangover was making things worse. Vince nearly slammed into the door as they arrived at whatever the hell this building was, but twisted at the last second and made it inside.

It wasn't any less chaotic within the Cornucopia's walls. Shadowy figures drifted in and out, some running, some watching. Vince turned and saw a girl- a real one this time- snatch a large backpack from a table and take off running. Someone shouted, and a moment later Brizo flew by, sword in hand.

"Vince!"

To their left stood Tisiphone. She threw a spear at them, and they flinched, barely catching it. Unlike them, Tisiphone looked wide awake. She met their eyes, but Vince couldn't hold her gaze.

(The last time they'd seen her was last night when she caught them red-handed.)

"The door," she shouted. "There's too many of them. Get outside and guard a door!"

Vince nodded and ran, relieved to have an excuse to leave her.

(They'd talk about it later. There was no getting around what happened last night, not with everyone being interrogated into the wee hours of the morning. Vince would have to be ready for the accusations bound to come their way. No one could suspect they had anything to do with last night, or there was no way in hell they were escaping this arena alive. The Gamemakers would never allow it.)

(There was a part of them that still wondered what would have happened if they hadn't left for those fifteen crucial minutes. Would Rumi still be alive? Would Vince be dead alongside him?)

Vince stepped outside and slammed the Cornucopia door behind them. The Nine kid, only a few feet away, veered to the side as soon as Vince blocked the door. Vince watched him go- he rounded the corner too quick for Vince to take aim- and spotted Bastet out in the chaos. They took a moment to twirl their spear, trying to calm down. No one's getting past you.

As they watched, Bastet lifted their fist, making the weapon in her hand gleam in the harsh sun. She brought it down on a small girl's face, raking it across her cheek and knocking her to the ground. Vince squinted, catching a 3 stitched into her vest. The girl opened her mouth, but Vince was too far to tell if she made a sound.

Either way, Bastet leaned over and slammed the brass knuckles on her temple once. Twice. And then the girl stopped moving.

Bastet stood back up and shook her hands out, then turned and caught Vince watching. She gave them a look before returning to work, grabbing any outlying supplies and tossing them closer to the Cornucopia.

(Their heart raced. What did that look mean? Bastet suspected them, right? Bastet thought they were responsible for last night. The two of them had never gotten along particularly well, and Bastet had no reason to keep them around. If they thought Vince turned on Rumi, then she'd turn on Vince right back, maybe even kick them from their own damn alliance. Vince couldn't let that happen.)

Vince returned to their watch. Through the ghostly figures, across the way, they saw the crater that had once been a podium.

The body that had once been Rumi.

(All of their plans- winning the audience, winning the Games- were ruined. And if they weren't careful, they would be the one everyone blamed for this. They would not let that happen.)

(Vince Gaultier had not broken the rules last night, but they did want to know who the culprit was. It wasn't that they wanted to avenge Rumi; it was that they wanted whoever had put them in this hellish position punished. Whoever had jeopardized their shot was going to pay for it.

Vince was not going down for this.)

They twirled their spear faster, their eyes locked on Rumi's body.

(They could still fix this.)

Brizo Windrake, 18

District 4, He/Him

9:02 AM

Brizo tore after the girl with the stolen backpack. She was by no means slow, but the backpack weighed her down. Brizo caught up and ran around her side, lashing out with the sword.

(His footsteps pounded like thunder in his ears.)

He nicked her, but she sidestepped before he could cut deeper. He'd thought she might cry out, but her expression was grimly determined. She lunged toward him and slashed at his arm, and he saw too late that she'd found a knife. She cut into his forearm and pulled away before he could get another hit in.

He glanced at his arm. Blood already stained his sleeve.

(-rain everywhere- no, blood, it was blood, blood on his hands on his face-)

He forced himself to return to the present just as the girl turned to run. He saw now that a 9 decorated her vest. He surged forward, slashing at her shoulder. This time the blade sank deep into her muscle.

(-someone was screaming-)

Again, he thought she would run, but she spun around and socked him in the face. Brizo stumbled back, surprised.

(-whose voice was that whose hand on his arm-)

She threw an elbow at his jaw, and he barely leaned out of the way in time. He brought the sword around again, but she dodged this time, ready for him.

(-whose blood was that-)

Anger began to bloom in his chest. He was a Career. He'd trained for this, beaten Adrian and Rainn and Eaton for this opportunity. He would not fail so soon.

He went low next time, slicing into Nine's knees. This time she did cry out, just a little, and drove her knife towards Brizo's shoulder. He started to shift, but it was too late, and several inches of metal entered his shoulder.

He saw red.

(-who was screaming WHO WAS SCREAMING-)

Before she could pull it back, he slammed his sword into her hand. She screamed, and Brizo dimly understood that she had just lost a few fingers. He lunged toward her again, and she stumbled back, the sword only grazing her arm.

"Brizo!" someone shouted over the storm. Brizo turned and saw Mercury sprinting towards him with a baseball bat, which he immediately swung toward Nine. Nine shrieked and swerved back towards Brizo, narrowly avoiding the bat.

(Of course Mercury didn't think Brizo could do this alone. No one fucking did.)

Brizo snarled and lifted the sword, swinging it again at Nine and nearly cutting into Mercury as the swing went wild.

"Dude!" Mercury shouted. "Watch it!"

Brizo screamed.

(Lightning crackled.)

I'll show them. I'll show them all.

Fleur Pettifur, 17

District 6, She/They

9:04 AM

At some point Fleur had started hyperventilating, and now she couldn't stop.

(This wasn't like television at all. She couldn't reach for the remote and turn off the dust beneath her boots or the screams in her ears or the ghosts blurring her vision.)

She stumbled forward towards one of the buildings, but a Career tackled someone and blocked their path. She turned and started going the other way- where were their friends they wanted to go home they wanted to turn it all off-

Someone knocked into her, and Fleur hit the ground hard, scraping their elbows against the hard dirt. They gasped, trying to put air back in their lungs as they scrambled back, squinting up at the figure standing over them.

(This was it, right? This was the end. The violent ending they deserved, after all she'd done.)

She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. "Please," she begged, spotting the shortsword in the boy's hand. Her breath came in short gasps, and tears swam in their eyes. "Please don't hurt me- I'm- I won't attack you- please-"

The boy shook his head and lifted his sword. It gleamed in the sun. Fleur shut her eyes, letting the tears drip down her cheeks, and shrank back from the blade.

(She hadn't earned anyone's mercy. They only had themself to blame for that.)

"Stop!"

Fleur peeked through one eye as sounds of a scuffle reached their ears. Someone had grabbed the boy's arm and was holding him back.

"What are you doing?" he shouted.

"She's not the enemy, Wisdom," the second boy replied, dragging the first one back. Fleur opened her eyes again and felt her heartbeat ease for a moment as she recognized him.

The first boy threw his hands up. "Everyone is!"

Tomo pushed him back and extended a hand to Fleur, pulling them off the ground. He looked nervous, more so than usual, but he seemed okay. "Run, Fleur," he said. "Okay?"

Fleur nodded mutely, tears still running down her cheeks.

Tomo hesitated, then reached forward and brushed the tear from one cheek.

She blinked at him, surprised.

"Run," he reminded her. "Goodbye, Fleur."

"Bye," she whispered.

Then Tomo turned and ran, the other boy- Wisdom- right behind him. Wisdom was shouting something at Tomo, something angry, but Tomo didn't respond yet, and soon they were gone.

Fleur decided to take Tomo's advice and started moving in the same direction she had before. But as they turned to leave, she saw Shazia.

Her throat clenched as they saw the situation. Two Careers were attacking her at once, but Shazia was putting up a good fight- one of them was definitely bleeding- but oh, so was she-

"Fleur!"

She turned again, and there was Chase, grabbing Fleur's forearm and pulling them away.

"Shazia," they choked out. "Look-"

Chase's expression was grim. "I know."

"We have to- look- Shazia-"

"Bad idea," Chase replied.

"But-"

"We can't get ourselves killed," Chase interrupted. "We have to leave. C'mon."

Chase started pulling Fleur by the arm away from the Bloodbath. Away from Shazia.

"What about-"

"We have to go, Fleur!" Chase shouted.

Chase was stronger than Fleur, and Fleur found themself being pulled away, away, away. Fleur looked over her shoulder as the Careers descended on Shazia, watching until the crowd of ghosts was too thick to see through.

(Their eyes burned with tears. She wanted to go home, she wanted to turn it all off and go to sleep for a long time. They wanted to take it all back.

But they couldn't.

So she stumbled forward, Chase's iron grip around her arm and their tears sticky on her cheeks.)

Aveline Averone, 18

District 1, She/Her

9:05 AM

Her head throbbed. After last night, Aveline was not in peak condition, but she refused to let that stop her from what she needed to do. She ran to the Cornucopia, took the biggest sword she could find, and returned to the fray. It didn't take her long to find a lone tribute, and once she did, she booked it towards them. As soon as she caught up, she let instinct take over and tackled the girl to the ground.

The girl thrashed in her grip, crying out for help. Aveline caught an 11 on her vest. "Someone!" she screamed. "Please!"

Aveline pinned the girl to the ground, maneuvering so she had both wrists pinned with one hand, and reached for her sword. The Eleven girl kept thrashing and screaming as Aveline secured her weapon. As soon as the girl saw her sword, she started screaming louder. "Please!"

(Looking down at her, Aveline felt far from heroic.)

"It's okay," Aveline attempted, the words ringing false even to her own ears.

Eleven stopped and stared up at her, her eyes glossy and confused. "You'll let me go?"

"I- I can't," Aveline apologized.

"Please," the girl whispered. "I don't want to die."

Aveline's chest felt tight. "What's your name?"

"Bryony," the girl answered.

"Bryony," Aveline repeated. "I'll make it fast, okay? So it won't hurt so much."

Tears kept leaking from the corners of Bryony's eyes. "I don't want to die," she whispered again. "Please."

Aveline swallowed. "I don't want to die, either."

(An impasse.)

Bryony's chin wobbled. "It won't hurt?"

"No," she promised.

"I…"

"It'll be fast and it won't hurt and then this will all be over," Aveline reassured her.

Bryony looked at Aveline for a long moment. Aveline looked back. She felt like she owed Bryony that. Her heart twisted as Bryony's gaze relaxed, as some of the tension in her arms dissolved beneath Aveline's hand.

There wasn't as much fear in Bryony's eyes anymore.

(There was no hope anymore, either.)

"Okay," Bryony whispered.

She rested her head against the ground and looked skyward. Aveline positioned her sword between Bryony's collarbones, right over her soft spot.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Aveline asked.

Bryony's eyes glistened under the sun. "I hope they felt loved."

"Who?" she asked.

Bryony didn't hesitate. "Everyone."

Aveline nodded. Then, she stabbed downward, right into Bryony's heart. Bryony went limp.

When Aveline looked at her eyes again, they were empty.

She reached over and shut Bryony's brown eyes for good.

(Some hero she was.)

Jem Piper, 17

District 9, He/Him

9:07 AM

Jem ran, backpack bouncing on one shoulder as he wove through the crowds of tributes and ghosts.

(Jem Piper had always been good at running.)

He'd narrowly escaped a run-in with the One kid with the spear, and he wasn't eager to stick around. He saw Tomo and Wisdom take off together and was ready to follow-

-until he crashed head-on into another tribute, sending them both sprawling.

Jem scrambled back to his feet, his heart in his throat. Ideally, the other kid would be happy to part ways peacefully, but as soon as Jem recognized him, he knew there was no chance.

The Seven boy held a dagger in one hand and gave Jem a wicked grin. "Shall we?"

Jem started to fumble with his bag, hoping for a weapon, but Seven had already advanced. Seven slashed at him wildly, and Jem leaped out of the way. Seven didn't waste time and swung again, forcing Jem to spin to the side. Before Jem could turn back to face him, Seven took advantage of the opening and sliced at Jem's back, where the bag wasn't protecting him. Jem shouted with pain and stumbled away, his back burning.

(Jem had been in plenty of fights in his life. Sometimes, the best way to settle a claim to a street corner was to kick the shit outta someone. Of course, Jem had always preferred to use his words, but sometimes those failed him.

Jem had not, however, been in a fight to the death before. Sure, he'd argue that plenty of fights had felt like life and death, but this was the real deal. This crazy wanted Jem dead.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?)

Seven followed him, the dagger now coated in Jem's blood and his smile as wide as ever. That smile sent chills down Jem's spine. The kid opened his mouth- probably to say something else- but Jem didn't give him the chance. He curled his hand into a fist and lunged, popping Seven in the jaw with the nasty right hook he liked to save for special occasions. Seven's head flew back, and Jem took his chance to try to wrestle the dagger from him.

"You're unworthy," Seven spat. "The Spirit of the Forest will demand penance for this-"

Hell, what was he talking about? Jem focused on the dagger, not interested in words for once. He tried to knee Seven in the groin, but Seven twisted, and his knee smacked into Seven's hip instead.

Seven screeched in pain. "Unworthy!"

Jem wasn't sure how a knee to the hip had caused that reaction until he glanced down. A small knife was buried in Seven's thigh. Before he could put it together, an arm wrapped around Seven's throat and yanked him back from Jem. Jem took the chance to snatch the dagger.

True had Seven in a tight headlock. Seven clawed at her, still screeching, but True held on. Jem stowed the dagger and delivered two quick punches to Seven's gut, making him buckle. True released him and shoved him towards the dirt. Seven landed hard, True's knife still in his thigh.

"Thanks," Jem shouted. "Ready to head out?"

True kicked Seven in the ribs, then gave him a nod and started running. Jem followed.

(The weight of the dagger, its blade coated in his own blood, was heavy in his pocket.)

Tiernan Merle, 18

District 12, He/Him

9:08 AM

It took longer than he would have liked for Tiernan to unfreeze. When the countdown hit zero, everyone but him took off running. Tiernan stood on his pedestal and watched, terrified, as the chaos began. Eventually, he'd willed himself to start moving before a Career saw him and tried to kill him, too.

He needed to find Bryony and Patrek- he didn't want to be alone in this- he stumbled over a backpack and didn't think to pick it up until it was long behind him. He looked out across the sea of ghosts, hoping for a lifeline, for something-

-and then he saw a small figure with unruly black curls hunched over a body.

He broke out into a run. As he drew closer, he was able to make out the body, and a lump settled in his throat.

Bryony.

Mendi looked up at him, her face blank. The vacancy of her expression immediately unsettled him, and he took a step back. Against his will, he looked at Bryony. Her face was calm, but the hole at the base of her neck still leaked blood.

He looked at Mendi's hands. They were red.

"You," he whispered.

Mendi just stared at him, uncomprehending.

"I was right," he said. "You- you did this, didn't you? To Bryony?"

Mendi's eyes flashed, reminding him of something he couldn't pinpoint. "No."

He pointed at her hands. "Then what's that?"

She looked down at herself as though seeing the blood for the first time. "I-"

"You hurt Bryony," he said. He took another step back. "You're- I knew it all along-"

Mendi scrambled to her feet, and Tiernan leaped back. He didn't like the look in her eyes.

"What did you know?" she asked.

"You're a killer," he said, eyeing her.

She shook her head so hard it looked like it hurt. "No."

He pointed at her. "You killed Bryony."

"No."

"You killed your mother."

Her eyes flashed again, and he knew what it reminded him of this time.

(Like an animal's in the dark.)

"No," she said. "No, no no no no."

"Who else could it have been?" Tiernan demanded.

"She's not dead!" Mendi shrieked, her face screwing up like a small child's.

"You're a liar," Tiernan replied.

Mendi screamed and ran towards him, raking her nails across his face. Tiernan shouted in surprise and stumbled away from her, trying to shield himself with his hands, but Mendi wasn't done. She kept clawing and biting at him, wild and vicious. Tiernan screamed as she sank her nails into his skin, deeper and deeper. He fell to the ground, and she leaped on top of him. He tried to smack her away, but it was in vain. She just kept coming.

(Here and there, he could see Mendi's black eyes. Those were what terrified him the most, more than her nails and her teeth and her lies. There was something inhuman about those eyes.)

Then one of her nails hit his throat.

"No," he gasped. He bucked and kicked and tried to get her off of him, but she was so fast. He couldn't pin her down. He couldn't escape her claws. "No!"

Mendi just snarled at him and swiped again, tearing into his windpipe.

He stared at her, right into those soulless black eyes. "I knew it," he spat, his voice hoarse. "I was right about you."

Mendi screamed wordlessly. She grabbed his throat and began to squeeze.

He punched and kicked. He scratched and bucked. He tried to scream.

It did not work.

The last thing he saw, as blackness crept into the edge of his vision, were Mendi's dark eyes, flashing like the sun.

Shazia Burnell, 17

District 9, She/Her

9:10 AM

Shazia tried not to panic as the two Careers advanced on her. She was hurt- she couldn't bear to look at her hand, which she cradled against her chest- but the boy with the sword was hurt too. She could still make it out of this. She just needed to find a chance to strike back and run.

The first boy, though, the one with the 4 on his vest, was making it hard. He had her completely focused on defending herself, giving her few chances to hit back. His strikes were quick and intense and unyielding, and he had lost the calm he had at the beginning. He was angry now, and Shazia wasn't sure what had changed, but she was angry too.

(She wasn't going to be some easy kill to boost a Career's pride. She would not die a teenager like her mother. She would not leave her grandmother alone.)

Four stabbed at her again, and Shazia dodged to the right. She wasn't quite fast enough, though, and the blade sliced through her shirt. She shifted back to the left, intending to go low with her knife, but her right knee exploded with pain. Shazia shrieked- the second boy, Two, had cracked his baseball bat into her kneecap. Her leg buckled, but Shazia shifted her weight and forced herself to stay upright.

Four whirled again, and the pain in her knee slowed her down this time. She curled in on herself, and he stabbed her shoulder. She let out a grunt as her shoulder went white-hot and stabbed at Four again. He saw her coming, but she still cut into his chest.

Two danced to the side. "Brizo-"

"Shut up," the Four boy, Brizo, hissed back. Something flashed across Two's face- surprise?- but Shazia didn't care to investigate further. She went low, trying to get his stomach, but Four blocked her and shoved her back. Shazia's hurt leg buckled, but she forced herself upright again- this was not the end, she would not go down easy-

"I'll get her other leg," Two offered. "So she can't run."

"Don't touch her," Brizo snapped. "This is mine."

Two opened his mouth, likely to argue, but Shazia wasn't interested. She lunged, trying to stab into Four's throat. Brizo blocked her again, twisting his blade- and in doing so, yanking the knife free of her grasp. It fell to the dirt.

Shazia fumbled, trying to grab it again. Her mistake was reaching for it. That was when Brizo buried the sword in her forearm, making her scream as metal reached bone. He yanked the sword down her arm, tearing through muscle, and Shazia's vision went blurry with tears. She tried to move back, trying to get away from him, but her knee finally crumbled and she fell to the ground. She pushed herself up, scrambling back, but there was nowhere to go.

Brizo loomed over her, blocking out the sun.

"No," Shazia screamed. She kicked out at his shins and landed a few blows, but Brizo didn't flinch. "No!"

Brizo gripped the sword with two hands and snarled, bringing it down, to the side, and across her stomach.

Shazia screamed again as she was cut open, and knocked prone into the dirt. Brizo struck again, making an X of agony in her stomach. He struck again, slashing open her chest. Her legs. Her arm. He cracked the blade against her face, and she felt her nose gush. Her mouth tasted like blood.

"Stop," she cried.

She could vaguely make out Two's voice over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. She didn't know what he was saying. She didn't know if she should care. Her entire body burned. The only color she could see was red.

"Make it stop," she pleaded.

She braced herself, her body wracked with sobs, for another strike. For more pain. The voices were arguing now, but Shazia was too deep in her own suffering to make out the words. She wanted to drag herself away, to find safety and comfort and sleep… to find her grandmother…

oh, that sounded nice…

she wanted her grandmother… she wanted the mama she'd never met.

"Mama, please," she whispered. "Take me away."

(Shazia Burnell had learned her fighting spirit from her grandmother.)

(When the bat cracked her head open and her mama took her away, to a place safer and warmer than this, Shazia learned peace.)

24th: rumi valmorida, d10 (killed by ?)

23rd: zinnia urkyztrum, d3 (killed by bastet avarne)

22nd: bryony kantor, d11 (killed by aveline averone)

21st: tiernan merle, d12 (killed by mendi navar)

20th: shazia burnell, d9 (killed by mercury vidovic)

kills:

aveline: 1
bastet: 1
mercury: 1
mendi: 1

alliances:

aveline, vince, bastet, mercury, tisiphone, brizo
wisdom and tomo
jest, jude, and chevre
chase and fleur
true and jem
valentina
aescelin
patrek
mendi

featured ghosts:

khione skadi, d12, gilded cage (killed by esper myrellis-verilla, d6)
damion cloud, d3, eyeing the throne (killed by muir jansen, d4)

shoutout to goldie and moose for speed betaing through my impatience!

thank you to linds, plat, lance, ace, and james for submitting these five lovely tributes. it sucked to have to let them go so early, but i hope you enjoyed their stories nonetheless. and i promise that each of their deaths will have some real repercussions :) we are in a ghost town, after all...

blog will be updated with two new pages momentarily! link is on the profile or pinned in the discord channel, feel free to go check that out. i'll go reveal the poll results in a sec as well. y'all were pretty accurate tbh! nice work. hope you enjoyed being right!