Hunger Gaems: Shared Slaughter Edition

[Cyndyr]

I nominate myself and Mary, Queen of Scots.

[Dinh AaronMk]

@Cynder

A bit late there fam, we filled out.

Unless someone wants to volunteer one or two of their tributes to be replaced.

[Vilageidiotx]

take out Jason Unruhe and El Presidente.

[Cyndyr]

A bit late there fam, we filled out.

Unless someone wants to volunteer one or two of their tributes to be replaced.

@Dinh AaronMk

Damn. Must've missed the memo. Well, all good! I'll still be watching from afar as I do love Guild Hunger Games.

[Dinh AaronMk]

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Damn. Must've missed the memo. Well, all good! I'll still be watching from afar as I do love Guild Hunger Games.

@Cynder

Vilage has volunteered his tributes to let you in. You're in luck!

[Cyndyr]

Many thanks to you, Vilage.

[Dinh AaronMk]

Well, both teams are full. But I sort of want to go do things this afternoon. Maybe see a movie and go get some Chinese to celebrate the Lunar New Year. So I probably won't start building this and running tests before the final product later.

[Dinh AaronMk]

It would also seem there's nothing good on at the theaters, that new Star Wars isn't on until 7.

[Dinh AaronMk]

Yes ladies and gentlemen, today it is on. The first two-site Hunger games pitting the Friendship is Gaming-Equestria Daily Forums and the RolePlayerGuild Spam board against one another in not just a team battle, but a death match! A team death match? Team death free for all? Oh well, someone smarter than me will work that one.

The victor will be declared based on whoever is left standing, and which community he, she, or it is from. Further: boards will be judged on kills. So pray people, pray to RNGesus that your side gets the highest body count. And now: get ready to die!



Well ladies and gentleme we are off to another thrilling hunger games, and now the horn has sounded we begin to ruthlessly judge competitor intentions and strengths as the people scatter.

RPGuild's Druth was quick to scatter, while unrest unfolds among Fig ranks, Chibi and Vin have begun fighting for a bag. What's in the bag? Who knows. But Indigo Montoya got a canteen of water and a pagan cat got explosives. Off the bat in this early start the Guild has acquired an early elite lead in terms of resources. But I'm not covering the Cornucopia, we got more to go!

Fleight and panic prevail as the specter over Europe is revealed to be Octavia. What fail mechanization does he-she-it-I-dunno-they-never-post have for the greater games? Such knowledge is shrouded still in mystery and the full intrigue will never come to full light, it may just be as well hidden as the court spymaster of the Karling, or his own high native intrigue stat.

but while terror has gripped the hearts of Europe, Borg, Nova, Gandhi, and a squirrel help each other to collect as much swag as possible and splitting it among themselves before bolting in their own separate directions. A foundation for an alliance, me thinks.

And following the Spectre of Communism, Karl Marx flees the Cornucopia after being spooped by comrade Broby. Joseph Stalin however recognizes the bourgeoisie plot for what it is, and despite being of the political bourgeoisie class himself refuses to move and remains put until the madness settles. Gustav Mannerheim though totally passes up the fuel depot hidden inside for the tank, but the tank itself neglects the extra diesel and instead scoops up food for the tankers that operate it.

Clocktower Echoes is overwhelmed emotionally and cries. More charity between UltimateAI, BadShot, Sethisto, and Discord chat services. The Figs in their later resource rush are for sure more cohesive than the early birds.



As the competitors scatter into the wilderness. Allyster and Vizzini the Inconceivable are the first to meet in this second stage and Vizzini is quickly put under Allyster's spell and is enslaved.

The basket of deplorables is scarred by an anime fox.

And while not straight out of the gate, Skyrazer still dies in the early phase of the games, killed by Q, another non-poster.

Cynder gathers up some nuts.

Wizard Dog, undoubtably trained in the shitposting arts casts a spell to bombard Vilage with Korean advertisements.

The legendary Broby makes a legendary slingshot. The veteran of many games probably hears the murder of Azalea as Stalin kills her with a tree branch.

The chat service Discord frightens Diablo, who probably met his doom in many a multiplayer game of his own Diablo series when friends coordinate their banter in its streamlined, better-than-Skype service.

And the Mr Bates and killed by Procellus.

And all is right in the world when Karl Marx discovers the values of his own system of economics.

But really there's so much stuff going on right now I can't make any sense of it all. So let's move on.



These are the dead, blessed are they in their dead-ness.

[Vilageidiotx]

Best things so far:

"The Proletariat gathers nuts."

and

"I am a bag of vicodin, prepare to die."

I want both of those on t-shirts.

[Duthguy]

@Dinh AaronMkWait how did snow die? The only thing about them in the games was that they found a sword

[ArenaSnow]

I found a sword and promptly stepped on a landmine. Dammit.

[Witch Cat]

Day 1 and I already have castrated a squirrel

[BrokenPromise]

I found a sword and promptly stepped on a landmine. Dammit.

@ArenaSnow

You always had a problem not stomping on things.

[Dinh AaronMk]

Welcome back, it's 5PM on my end and the day is beginning, but night has dawned on the arena. As the sun sets Borg and Bad Shot cuddle for warmth, as murder is afoot in the Fig ranks: User strangles Cyber in his sleep.

Keeping alliances further within board ranks, the basket of deplorables and Mary, Queen of Scots holds hands. And why would the Deplorables not try to get on her good side? She has a gulag, and the Deplorables must put tails in it for revenge.

Vman all the while is haunted by the terribly aggressive spectra of Gahndi, who will teach him the meaning of Ahmisa whether or not he likes it.

The fires of Revolution burn within the heart of UltimateAI, and like Gahndi must be the ghost stories told by the Proletariat, Witch Cat, Frecinette, and a Squirrel around nightly campfires. These things must be the nightmares of Stalin, who fears being usurped by a greater proletariat threat. But Cynder is safe, as he sets about constructing a Minecraft mud hut safe in the woods, giving him shelter from the winds and the rain. But will it save him from the revolutionary forces of Ultimate?

ClocktowerEchos though does not care, she has found love in Vicodin and together they climb a tree and make love in its branches.

Gustav Mannerheim, Zen, and Vilage sit beside a fire, oblivious to the lovemaking in the arena, surely worried about the haunting of Duthguy by Procellus.

Somehow Tails does nothing. And Chibi becomes a miserable sod.

A tank meanwhile is ill, and tries to treat its infected treads. Or maybe its crew has all come down with the gout?

Octavia snuggles with a wizardly dog, the two seeking the magic of companionship. With that, the SpamBot is alone, and looks longingly at the stars telling himself, "If Manchester kitchen wares could be advertised to the stars, how much more purpose will I have?"

Vizzini, the slave to Allyster is meanwhile sent on an infiltration mission. He has won the trust of Broby and the Royal Navy and reports back to Allyster the might slingshot which Broby has crafted and the monumental amount of supplies the Royal Navy has. Allyster, who has shown his magical skill by making Vizzini his slave sharpens a hatchet in preparation for future ops.

In unrelated circumstances, Karl Marx sits down with Q and Sethisto who discuss the games. Suddenly Marx's accomplishment so far appear considerably smaller than he would believe. Marx, who thus far has only fled the Cornucopia and discovered the merits of his own economic system hears from contestants who have made successful murders. This none the less impresses Marx, and inspires him to do more, lest he be relegated to obscurity.

Nova snuggles with the devil. Discord considers victory and video chat, Kaethela gets explosives as the Karling gets medical supplies to help him survive the Black Death. Light Landstrider starts a non-revolutionary fire.



The day opens with Mary finishing construction on a small shack. She will stay there now. She doesn't want to associate with nobles who receive aid from squirrels. She's her own strong independent matriarch. It may also help protect her from the one-two-punch of Stalin and Witch Cat.

Elsewhere in the arena, a battle ensues. Following last night's discussion Sethisto decides to take Marx along on a hunting trip and together they find Discord who comes alone. The trio come upon a band made up of Vilage, Light, and User and in the battle all three are killed. Sethisto has given the father of communism his first taste of blood? Does he like it? Time will tell, but it all started here folks.

Vicodin, having had love made the previous night dies of starvation. Which is unfortunate because he could have saved Nova who is killed with a wayward arrow aimed at Allyster by Gustav. This gives Allyster time to run, while Gustav at least gets a kill. As the dust settles, Broby appears from the brush to consume Nova's corpse to extract his/her essence and to gain strength. And also to prevent him from dying like Vicodin.

Allyster's network continues to swell as he escapes death, his slave Vizzini likewise manages to enslave Borg to his will. Is this a growing network the foretells the rise of an Empire of Allyster?

Clocktower tries to make another point for the Guild, but fucks up and Clocktower escapes. Kae runs from Diablo.

The T34 is however on the hunt for water, such as the very water Indigo Montoya discovers. This is the River of Indigo now.

Tails decides to do something today and he teams up with BadShot.

Procellus follows Mary late in the real-estate game and foregoes personal tradition in grandiose conquests and catches a turtle for soup and a turtle shell helmet. SpamBot meanwhile builds a Spam Shack, baby. Yea, we're all going to spam shack. Folk gonna be looking for the Spam Shack.

Cynder considers what might be sexual harassment considered the picture use, but takes it a step further and rips out AI's heart. AI dies seeing his own heart beating before him.

From his cave Zen looks out and the arena and concludes he needs a faithful man slave. He encounters Q and decides a man who already has a kill under his belt is a good bet and manages to enslave Q to his bidding.

The Proletariat arms themselves. But not just with any arms: but with nukes.

Wizard Dog smokes some dope kush as Vman sleeps. Gahndi is given clean water, and the Deplorables attend to the entire Royal Navy's scurvy.

[ArenaSnow]

I suppose it's not the most unwise move to snuggle with the lord of terror. Guess we see how the other side goes...

[Witch Cat]

I'm glad me and the squirrel could bond over my stories of how I summoned the unholy powers of hell to disturb the dead from their slumber. Oh also I guess I'm a commie now? Wild times.

[Vilageidiotx]

The Basket of Deplorables is totally a beta. Queen Mary holds hands with him just once, and that's enough to get him to repair the entire Royal Navy for free.

[BrobyDDark]

Horse tastes good.

[Dinh AaronMk]

The night begins stunningly. The T38, who has so far done nothing but exist has stumbled upon evidence that a surviving tribute is the Zodiac killer. Is it the tank and its crew? Can't be, they found it which implies they didn't know it. I think someone needs to compile a list of suspects at this point. Because this could be the T38's defining moment.

Chibi and the member of the Carolingian dynasty both are resupplied unceremoniously as well as Procellus.

Coming to a truce tonight, the Wizard Dog and Karl Marx - who has fresh blood on his hands - decide to partner up and sleep in shifts, one watching out for the other. Or is it they're watching the other to make sure they're not up to something?

But Vman learns about communism and its appreciable merits. Is this a side-effect of poor sleeping? Of Gahndi haunting him? Because really when you get down to it Gandhi was something of an anarchist; granted I don't know how this would apply to the theories of Marx and Engels but oh well.

Borg questions his sanity, the first step in insanity. This might be a side-effect of Vizzini's enslavement spell. It's not as great as Allyster's, so it has some repercussions.

The Illustriously non-posting Q is killed by Cynder. RIP him. But it's OK, but Sethisto is all for the Proletariat and none of them ever shall tell him to GO TO BED.

Clocktower gets fed.

Tails however comes upon something afoul and he suffers an excruciating rash on an embarrassing part of his body.

But while Tails goes to beat that off, the SpamBot sits in his Spam Shack and thinks about winning. There's really nothing else to do when you're a never sleeping robot and the neighborhood squirrel is up all night chittering and chattering.

Mary, the Queen of Scots gets to sit around with Kaethela, Gahndi, and Zen so she can tell them how much of a beta-tier loser t he Basket of Deplorables are and how easy it was to get them to repair her navy. Gandhi probably relishes in telling the party about how it is to haunt Vman into Communism. Zen has stories about his former slave Q, I guess. And Kaethela can tell them all about how the race war needs to happen to make the games great again.

Broby and a spooky horse robot go up into a tree and make some legendary love.

Vizzini, not done with his mind games converts the entire Royal Navy to fascism.

The Basket of Deplorables, hearing of the Royal Navy's conversion to the belief of the superior race is depressed, and tries to get Duthguy to kill him. but Duthguy feels he's too Untermensch to both with and lets him live. The Deplorables sob uncontrollably as the mastermind Allyster has sex with a cat in a tree.



Sexual release can't save Octavia, she is killed by a landmine. And neither can fascism save all the hands of the royal navy from berry thorns, everyone returns to the ships with their hands covered in booboos.

Gandhi passively fishes, Vizzini crafts a Wooden Spear of Allyster. A Karling tries to emulate the world renowned champion of the games - Broby - and makes a slingshot; because that royal fucker can't do anything.

BadShot finds sustenance, and Broby himself suffers minor defeats to berry thorns.

The most dangerous threat to Cynder though was not berries, but a squirrel. Fearing for his life he diverts its attention and runs away, fearing for his nuts.

Borg becomes a Fascist of his own free will. This is starting to become spooky now. I need someone to hold me. I think we need a Stirner interlude.



Kaethela re-balances the field and renounces Fascism for Communism as Stalin begins to lose his mind. Depending on brand of communism though, we may need to keep Stirner around.

The Basket of Deplorables finds a new basket, a new home. Like a hermit crab it changes baskets.

Seth's love for the Proletariat and the Proletariat's newfound love for Trixie is a good enough invitation for the two to go out on a hunt with Witch Cat - coming off of the post-coitus glow from Allyster - and Zen - still having done nothing - go on a hunt for other tributes.

Vman spams the ever loving shit out of Chibi with Korean ads about communism. Tails cuts the shit out of Frecinette.

Allyster has no need for real work, what with a network now of two loyal fascists; Vizzini and Borg. So he practices his archery.

Indigo is beaten by Procellus, but Procellus spares him.



Not many deaths today. But there was much communism and fascism.