Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-26510374-20170831005052

My father told me once, before I went away to this hellish place- ''Myrn, if you do everything in your power to beat the competition, you'll see us again. ''

I'm scared, but I'll have to do just that. Instead of running from the Cornucopia like several others, as the timer ran out I darted forward, desperate for the supplies it offered. I ran reasonably fast and was one of the first to reach the Cornucopia. I grabbed a sword, the first weapon I saw.

I snarled as a tiger got its paws on the same sack of food I had grabbed. We tugged back and forth until it split, sending us both stumbling backwards and then scrambling to grab the supplies it had dropped.

Taking half the torn bag and stuffing it full of the food I grabbed, and all the supplies I could carry, I slung the sword and bag over my back and ran for my life at top speed.

I was briefly stopped by a vicious koala, who tried to take my food. Enraged that something I could easily eat was challenging me, I swung the sword heavily, bringing it over my head and hitting the animal right in the face. Howling with pain and bleeding all over, a horrible wound where i struck it, the koala tried to escape.

Something inside me didn't allow it.

I hit the koala with the sword over and over again, until it completely stopped moving. Over and over i saw the thin metal blade slash and pierce the clearly dead body, but I still didn't stop. I couldn't. The raging, unnatural feeling instinct inside me would not relent. Then I saw what I did.

Grabbing the body and throwing it back towards the Cornucopia, I ran. Several pairs of eyes were upon me but when I turned around, nobody was after me. The only ones behind were some cheetahs gawking in horror at the torn, ragged koala body, which had landed and impaled itself on a tree branch to add to my guilt.

I ran and ran, not stopping even when an arrow grazed and smarted my tail.

I came to a stop when all was quiet, sliding into an old tree's large hollow. "This will be home," I panted to myself, so exhausted I drifted off without hiding my supplies or cleaning the blood from my paws.