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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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26 Jun 2012 08:44 AM
Okay, heres the deal, Phillipsbackup, made a forum roleplay called The Bloxxr Games, where 24 tributes fight to the death, and have cash to purchase weapons and skills, aswell as ammunition. Guests, known as nofaces in this story, plague the area, and are dropped off with supplie crates and such! Here goes almost nothin!
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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
Joined: 15 Sep 2010
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26 Jun 2012 08:57 AM
Chapter One will be written by me, then gold2 will do the second, and so on and so forth.
CHAPTER 1: What happened before The Games.
I was in the airship, looking around at all my opponents, 39 others in all. The sedative (spelling error?) that kept us all asleep until this point had just worn off. The Nofaces Came out of a sliding glass door with our weapons and ammo that we purchased after we were all chosen to enter, They handed out these weapons, bombs, rockets, trowels, slingshots, superballs and swords. When the noface got to me, i pulled my sword out of the box. How tempting it was not to try to kill the armored Noface, but, i knew if i did, i would be executed here and now.
Over the microphone, came the Headmaster's voices; "Hello, contestants, and welcome to the FIRST ANNUAL BLOXXR GAMES! You were all given your weapons of choice, and we will be landing in the arena very shortly! Have fun!"
After he stopped speaking, the plane landed, and we were all ushered to our platforms, making a semi-circle around the Center area, The middle of the crossroads. It was grassland and trees as far as i could possibly see. I was jolted back to reality when i heard the Headmaster's voice again; "LET THE BLOXXR GAMES BEGIN! YOU HAVE 60 SECONDS TO MAKE ALLIANCES AND SUCH, BUT IF YOU TRY COMBAT, YOU WILL BE EXECUTED BY OUR SNIPERS!" After that, i ran into the center quickly, grab two small bottles, one containing a dark purple liquid, and another with black liquid. After that i Sprinted away toward the rising black structure to my left, which i assumed, was BlackRock Castle. I heard the Gong sound that marked a minute was up, and it wasnt long until i unsheathed my sword to prepare for combat, when i saw a figure running after me.
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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
Joined: 15 Sep 2010
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26 Jun 2012 09:07 AM
I Flashback to before this all, when they announced the games. We all stood at the reaping, every citizen in the city. They called out names, and i listened to them.. Rookun, Rune, Krit, Araguum, Onyx, Rose, Ivy, Phil, Alexandria, Lyf, Talena, Marx, Drake, Luke, about 25 others, and then i hear it. Mary Saakon.
"Mom!" I yell out, as i see her slowly walking to the stand, thats when i hear my stepdad.
"I volunteer in place of Mary Saakon, my name is Fred Saakon!"
"Alright.." Booms the Headmaster's voice; "We will continue and call out the final name of the reaping."
My heart was now beating faster than before.. Fred.. Going into an Arena full of killers, i was so busy worrying about him, i didnt hear my name booming all over the city. "James Saakon!" My eyes shot open, and all i remember is being dragged to the stand, and being put to sleep.
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Caramelle101 is not online. Caramelle101
Joined: 16 Nov 2009
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26 Jun 2012 02:36 PM
IT'S JUST ANOTHER COPY OF THE HUNGER GAMES!! T.T
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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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27 Jun 2012 05:38 PM
Okay, no, its based off the hunger games idea, This is a Fanfic! Iff you wan to complain dont read it.
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NotInOurStars is not online. NotInOurStars
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27 Jun 2012 05:58 PM
RULE NUMBER 7: ALL FANFICS ARE TERRIBLE
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gold2 is not online. gold2
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27 Jun 2012 09:35 PM
(Yep, haters. Here goes chapter 2, from my POV. Yes, this is fanfiction.. This is basically my trial run for writing, since Jamie asked me to help him out.)

It was reaping day. The most dreaded day for the City. Where 40 people would be chosen to fight to the death. I wasn't looking forward to it, knowing any of the 4 in my family could be chosen and taken away from me, from our safety at home..

But it was something everyone had to deal with.
It couldn't be helped, and no one could stop it, so we would all deal with it.
Chosen over television, at least, in the privacy of our houses, at least.
It was only 3 minutes until the program was due to air, and I was seriously considering skipping it... but it's not like I wouldn't find out later anyways. So I would stay and endure it.

My mother and brother had actually grabbed popcorn, and I was left wondering if they actually thought of this as an exciting source of entertainment. I shook my head, no one could think of the Games that way except the sickos that had designed it.

The television had now started showing it. I took a deep breath, there were tons of people that lived in the City, I wouldn't be chosen, the odds were just.. so small.

I knew everyone feared they'd be chosen, and it was a small amount that was chosen compared to the amount of people in our City. Knowing this, I relaxed the tiniest bit. I knew it was selfish to be relieved at someone else being chosen, but that was how survival worked.

They had shown the first five tributes, and none of them I had known, so I was through this much.

I saw the names being announced and shown on the screen, but yet I hadn't remembered most because of the pounding in my chest. It was so unlikely I'd be chosen... I would not be chosen.. now they had gotten through the first 15, and I had yet only remembered the names Ivy and Luke. Luke was my brother's name, but the last name on television had thankfully been different.

It had already taken almost an hour..

We were more than halfway through now, at 25..
They announced another name, and then at 27, the pounding in my chest stopped and waited for the fear in my brain to catch up and bring a pounding in my head.

Then it resumed, faster and more terrifying. 27 had been my name... they had in fact called Rhak Mancon, right? I didn't want to believe it.. And I was walking up, being prodded by those who knew me, onto the giant stage with what I imagined was a half utterly horrified and half uncertain face. I had to stand up there for such a long time was what it felt like. I noticed one man volunteering for a woman, and I waited a bit more. Finally, the last name was called. I had only heard Saakon but hadn't remembered to listen to the first name.

I was almost crying now, and my tear ducts were threatening to humiliate me before what were probably prepared, ruthless tributes that would kill me the moment it would start..

I wouldn't allow myself to cry, or I would be giving up now. But.. what if I should just give up, and accept my fate? I was going to die in these games, I knew it..

And it was speeding to me up to when the games were being held. I didn't remember the past few days, or had it even been a day? I couldn't tell, I had barely snapped out of my shock of being chosen.

I had know what weapon I had chosen, what seemed to be the easiest choice for someone with no skill at this stuff at all.

And then there was the booming voice, saying something about waiting sixty second to kill. The nofaces were eerily creepy, everything about this was messed up.

At some point I had started running; I didn't know when. My average length black hair was swinging back in forth in a pony tail, streaming behind me.

I had grabbed a flashlight, an empty bottle and a vial of something, I knew that.

I still had my cross between a dagger and a sword in my hand, not as short as a dagger, not as long as a sword but between and not too heavy that I couldn't carry it. Otherwise that would be a huge problem.

I of course set straight off even before the sixty seconds were up, away from the Cornucopia, from the fighting that would happen. I would have no chance with people all around me and my inability to focus.

And then I sat down with my knees to my chest in the best place I could find that was out of sight. I covered my ears as to block out the screams that had already started..

(Welp, I know all we have is haters so far so there goes my chapter. I'm only beginning writing, so I'm not expecting anything nice about it. I'm doing this for the fun of writing.)

ಥ_ಥ Floodcheck makes me cry.
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gold2 is not online. gold2
Joined: 12 Apr 2008
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27 Jun 2012 09:38 PM
Whoops, I had forgotten to edit that. I made a couple mistakes about it, here's the real one..

(Yep, haters. Here goes chapter 2, from my POV. Yes, this is fanfiction.. This is basically my trial run for writing, since Jamie asked me to help him out.)

It was reaping day. The most dreaded day for the City. Where 40 people would be chosen to fight to the death. I wasn't looking forward to it, knowing any of the 4 in my family could be chosen and taken away from me, from our "safety" in our City.

But it was something everyone had to deal with.
It couldn't be helped, and no one could stop it, so we would all deal with it.
Chosen over in public, in a huge crowd of way too many people. Outdoors, of course, there was no indoor place for that many people.
It was only 3 minutes until the reaping would start..

My mother and brother had actually bought some concessions that they were selling, and I was left wondering if they actually thought of this as an exciting source of entertainment. I shook my head, no one could think of the Games that way except the sickos that had designed it.

The announcer had now started. I took a deep breath, there were tons of people that lived in the City, I wouldn't be chosen, the odds were just.. so small.

I knew everyone feared they'd be chosen, and it was a small amount that was chosen compared to the amount of people in our City. Knowing this, I relaxed the tiniest bit. I knew it was selfish to be relieved at someone else being chosen, but that was how survival worked.

They had shown the first five tributes, and none of them I had known, so I was through this much.

I saw the names being announced and shown on the big screens above the stage, but yet I hadn't remembered most because of the pounding in my chest. It was so unlikely I'd be chosen... I would not be chosen.. now they had gotten through the first 15, and I had yet only remembered the names Ivy and Luke. Luke was my brother's name, but the last name had thankfully been different.

It had already taken almost an hour..

We were more than halfway through now, at 25..
They announced another name, and then at 27, the pounding in my chest stopped and waited for the fear in my brain to catch up and bring a pounding in my head.

Then it resumed, faster and more terrifying. 27 had been my name... they had in fact called Rhak Manson, right? I didn't want to believe it.. And I was walking up, being prodded by those who knew me, onto the giant stage with what I imagined was a half utterly horrified and half uncertain face. I had to stand up there for such a long time was what it felt like. I noticed one man volunteering for a woman, and I waited a bit more. Finally, the last name was called. I had only heard Saakon but hadn't remembered to listen to the first name.

I was almost crying now, and my tear ducts were threatening to humiliate me before what were probably prepared, ruthless tributes that would kill me the moment it would start..

I wouldn't allow myself to cry, or I would be giving up now. But.. what if I should just give up, and accept my fate? I was going to die in these games, I knew it..

And it was speeding to me up to when the games were being held. I didn't remember the past few days, or had it even been a day? I couldn't tell, I had barely snapped out of my shock of being chosen.

I had know what weapon I had chosen, what seemed to be the easiest choice for someone with no skill at this stuff at all.

And then there was the booming voice, saying something about waiting sixty second to kill. The nofaces were eerily creepy, everything about this was messed up.

At some point I had started running; I didn't know when. My average length black hair was swinging back in forth in a pony tail, streaming behind me.

I had grabbed a flashlight, an empty bottle and a vial of something, I knew that.

I still had my cross between a dagger and a sword in my hand, not as short as a dagger, not as long as a sword but between and not too heavy that I couldn't carry it. Otherwise that would be a huge problem.

I of course set straight off even before the sixty seconds were up, away from the Cornucopia, from the fighting that would happen. I would have no chance with people all around me and my inability to focus.

And then I sat down with my knees to my chest in the best place I could find that was out of sight. I covered my ears as to block out the screams that had already started..

(Welp, I know all we have is haters so far so there goes my chapter. I'm only beginning writing, so I'm not expecting anything nice about it. I'm doing this for the fun of writing.)

ಥ_ಥ Floodcheck makes me cry.
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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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28 Jun 2012 07:38 AM
Awesome! From a writing TRIAL? Dannnng! Ive been writing since i was 11, and im about as good as you! Achievement Unlocked: Let the GAMES BEGIN!
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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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28 Jun 2012 10:22 AM
Chapter 3: The alliance and the kill
The figure running after me was now about 30m away, at this, I drew my sword. He kept coming, but when he was only 10m away, I saw it was just a boy.
He was about 3 years younger than me, with longer black hair, and scared blue eyes. He started shaking his head when I raised my blade.

"Please! Please no! I can help you! I..can.. uhmm... Forage! and i can cook.."
I said nothing in reply.
Just a nod of my head, toward the tree cluster to my left. We ran to it, and we climbed two different trees, right next to each other.
"What's your name, kid?" I asked him.

"Luke.. Laraan..." He said, in a cowardly fashion.

"James Saakon, My step-dad, Fred Saakon, is here in these games--" A cannon interruped my sentence. "Dang.. Another one dead."
I had just found a comfortable place in my tree, and closed my eyes, but when I opened them what seemed like only 5 minutes later, the sky is dark; the full moon lighting up the whole arena.

"James.. James!" Luke quickly whispered, and pointed toward the ground. There's a.. woman? Smaller man? Probably the first. She or, possibly he was setting up a sleeping bag on the ground.

I signal to Luke to stay there, and I hurried down the tree, hurting my ankle in the process but staying silent.

When I saw the person roll over, I stalked forward, sword at the ready. I was about to strike when the person jumped up, grabbed a superball, and said, "Well, well, well, If it isn't big hero's son!"

"Wha-- How do you know my Step-dad?"

"He only fought with me and my sister! Killed her but lost a hand in the fight. Probably dead by now!"

At this note she threw the superball at me; it hit the left side of my stomach. I'm shaken, but I'm alive, and not hurt that bad. I get up and swing my sword; it cuts her left cheek. She gets out a bandage to cover it, and I take the chance to lunge. She dodges and hits me in the head.
I reach up and feel the blood flowing through my blond hair, right into my green eyes. I swing my sword, but my judgement is bad, and I hit a tree to my left. The sword is stuck in it, and I know I'm dead, until Luke throws his knife. It sticks in her chest, an inch deep. She howls and falls to the ground.

"D***it! Stupid kid!" She throws her superball into the tree, but her judgment is bed aswell, and Luke is able to catch it.

He tosses it down to me, and I move forward. She is trying to get up, so I throw the ball at her neck,. It misses her neck, but hits the knife in another inch deeper.
She scowls, opens her mouth to say something, and dies. The cannon goes off, and as if on cue, Lord Cross's face appears in the sky.

"Contestants! You have done well to survive today! Although, 11 of you died, leaving 29 of you left! Here are the faces of the ones who died!"
I watch as 8 faces go by. I know none of them, until Fred's face appeared, and my head bows. A tear falls to the ground, but I wipe it away before the cameras see it. I can't look weak.

Another face goes by, and then the girl. I just go back into my tree and fall asleep.
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gold2 is not online. gold2
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02 Jul 2012 01:26 PM
Chapter 4: (Sorry for the delay, had some stuff going on.)

I finally opened my eyes and uncovered my ears when the screams stopped. Or, I suppose, the dramatization of them in my mind. It was then that the faces of the deceased were shown across the sky.

Of course, I didn't care about any of them, even if it was selfish. I didn't know any of them, and it wasn't important to my survival. It was a miracle I hadn't been found. It was probably a sliver of luck that wouldn't last any longer. This was the Games, after all.

I heard a voice. A quiet, but strong voice. "Hey, get some of those branches.. we could start a fire to roast this."

Food? I hadn't even thought about that. All I had was an empty bottle, a flashlight that I probably wouldn't even use, and a vial of that strange liquid that I didn't want to risk even a drop spilling on me. It could be a sort of poison.

Then, there was my weapon. Let's call it a swagger..? Dord..? How about I stick with "weapon." Of course, I was plotting to steal some of that food..

I didn't know how to catch, or skin, or even prepare any wild animals. I probably wouldn't even have the guts to kill such an innocent, or not, thing.

They were somewhere near me; I had heard the voice to my upper right. They could discover me at any time.. So I found a large tree and hid behind it. I could see out of the corner of my eye a tent.

Next to it, the only thing they had was a rabbit. I would feel bad later for stealing their only food, but right now I need to focus on myself.

There was one at the camp, and the other was off collecting branches, I guessed.

I would either have to kill this guy or hope he'd go off somewhere else. So I thought of a way to distract him all by myself while still getting the food. I grabbed a stone and threw it behind him, hoping he wouldn't the direction it came from. He frowned a little, and looked behind him, but all it made him do was stand up with his mace and look all the more threatening.

I mentally facepalmed myself. That was a stupid plan. It was lucky one of the only things I could do was keep quiet and be stealthy. Then, I thought of another plan.. if I broke a twig over here, or made another noise.. I could run around and grab the rabbit before he went back.

Working up the courage for this took a while. By then, I supposed five minutes had passed, and I knew his partner would be back soon. So I stepped on a twig. It made large enough sound, and I saw him perk up and start walking towards the area I had been. I started walk/running as fast as I could without making noise.

I grabbed the rabbit as he started turning, and charged into the deep forest. I didn't want to face with him. He started yelling, and abruptly stopped.

He had probably realized that yelling meant people finding him. I figured I could stop running 6 minutes later, and I stopped to catch my breath. I climbed an average height tree to lay there, and I closed my eyes. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep after that though. I only hoped rabbits kept for a while.




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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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02 Jul 2012 06:58 PM
Okay! THIS MAKES ME WANT TO GIVE UP! ROBLOX'S FREAKING PRIVACY SYSTEM OR SOMETHING STOPPED ME FROM POSTING A VERY LONG CHAPTER THAT I DIDNT SAVE! RAHHHHHH IT WAS TOO IMPORTANT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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gold2 is not online. gold2
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02 Jul 2012 09:34 PM
Whoa, don't have a rage fit. Do you remember it? Maybe you can type it up in a better way this time. This type of things happens to writers at some point in their life.

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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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02 Jul 2012 10:10 PM
I editted it and everything.. took me about 4 hours.. >_<
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gold2 is not online. gold2
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02 Jul 2012 10:11 PM
Here, if you can just remember the idea and write it quickly, mistakes and all, I'll have it back to you pronto.

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JamieMcGuire100 is not online. JamieMcGuire100
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02 Jul 2012 10:15 PM
I gotta get offline soon, tommorow i will.
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