May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

Day Fifteen


The winner of today’s sponsorship vote is…Drew Chambers of District 9!

Drew Chambers, District 9 Male

Congrats, Drew, you get a free attribute point added to your lowest attribute (Strength).

Day Fifteen

Alexandra Browne, District 10 Female

Alexandra Browne, District 10 Female

It suddenly dawns on me as I walk down a long hallway just how empty the arena really is. A space designed for twenty-four tributes to move around in now only has five. And judging from the ferocity of the feast, I’m guessing not too many tributes are wandering right now, besides myself.

I let one of the straps on my backpack slip off my shoulder, and then swing the bag around so it’s sitting against my chest. I’ve got a good amount of food and water now, after stealing the woman from 9’s supplies yesterday. Wasn’t even really stealing, since she was dead before I even left the room.

I round a corner, still looking down and scrounging through my backpack, looking for something to snack on. The mace that I grabbed from the feast hangs in my right hand, almost dragging on the floor.

A sudden gasp ahead of me causes me to flick my eyes up, just in time to catch the boy from 11 launch his spear at me from down the hallway. Out of sheer shock, I swing my mace over my head in an arc and let it fly from my hand, while simultaneously dodging the thrown spear.

Unfortunately, the boy’s aim is worse than I anticipated. I end up leaping right into the path of the spear. What normally wound have been a killing blow to the chest is avoided as the spear slams into my backpack. I still feel a sharpness in my chest though, and when I pull the spear out of my backpack, the point of it is bloodied (Attribute Point Lost).

Holding the spear tightly in my right hand, I look up at the boy from 11, who’s gripping his side with one hand and my mace in the other.


Jordan Strong, District 11 Male

Jordan Strong, District 11 Male

I feel blood seeping through the fabric of my suit and through my fingers as I press my hand against the wound on my side (Attribute Point Lost). I don’t know anything about using a mace, but throwing it doesn’t seem like a standard attack method.

In any case, I’m bleeding and in pain. At least my spear hit the girl from 10.

I look up from my wound, expecting her to attack me at any second, only to find her standing totally still. It’s immediately clear that she has no intention of attacking me, most likely because she has no idea how to use a spear, judging from the way she’s holding it. Her backpack is still against her chest too; she must be afraid of readjusting it and leaving herself open to attack.

Not that I could even attack her. This mace won’t do any good without a two-handed attack, and I’m afraid of pulling my other hand away from my side in order to do so.

We’re at a standstill.


Joselyn Broadway, District 1 Female

It should be here soon.

My eyesight is totally gone now, and I’ve lost feeling in my hands and feet. Whatever acid burned my face has apparently done damage to my brain as well. This is it for me.

It’s been a long time since a Career hasn’t been in the final four of the Games. Longer than I can remember. Maybe if my alliance had held up for a bit longer, maybe then I wouldn’t be sitting blind and in pain on the floor of this room, waiting for death. But that’s all just wishful thinking at this point.

I hear the door to my room open. It’s here. The 12 hours are up.

Icy cold metallic fingers lock around my neck, and squeeze the life out of me.


Alexandra Browne, District 10 Female

Alexandra Browne, District 10 Female

I’m debating what to do with this boy when a cannon fires. Four of us left.

I look down the hallway at the boy. He’s clearly in pain, but trying his hardest to not show it.

And I don’t know whether it’s out of pity, or because someone else has just died in this godforsaken arena, but I toss the boy’s spear back down the hallway towards him, blunt end first. It clatters to the ground at his feet. I’m weaponless now, completely at his mercy. But maybe he’ll understand why I’ve done what I’ve done.

The boy sets my mace on the ground and, wincing, picks his spear back up. He stares at me for what feels like a century.

Then he turns on his heel and stumbles away, leaving my mace behind. Soon he’s rounded a corner and is out of sight.

I walk over and pick my mace back up. He gets it. Three of us still need to die, but we can still keep our hands clean. He and I don’t have to kill each other.

Eventually one of us will leave here with blood on our hands. I’m just not ready yet.

Deceased Tribute

Joselyn Broadway, District 1 Female


Injured Tributes

Alexandra Browne, District 10 Female

Jordan Strong, District 11 Male


Strongest Tributes: Dr. Alison Gibson (D7 Female), Drew Chambers (D9 Male), Alexandra Browne (D10 Female) and Jordan Strong (D11 Male)

Most Agile Tribute: Dr. Alison Gibson (D7 Female)

Most Cunning Tribute: Alexandra Browne (D10 Female)

Most Charming Tribute: Dr. Alison Gibson (D7 Female)

Strongest Overall Tribute: Dr. Alison Gibson (D7 Female)

The benchmark for Day 16 has been posted on the home page!


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