The Rare Game - An AJ Creepypasta

'''This is an Animal Jam Creepypasta! Based off of the Hunger Games slightly. If you are easily scared or squeamish, you don't want to read this. This pasta is made by KawaiiKoishii, KoishiSan on Animal Jam. Do not edit without permission. Thanks!'''

''Hello. My name is Onyx. I'm just your casual snow leopard. I live within my tribe, which is located in Appondale. Due to being driven out of our home by Arctic Wolves, whom outnumbered us, we resolve to rallying with lions, claiming to have lost our manes in battles, and from distant leagues changed our physiques. Pretty sad time for my tribe, Kylrik, because we are plunged into poverty. You see, nobody comes to Appondale anymore, and because we are afraid, Kylrik is hard to find. So we have no rares which we trade for food. We are a tribe, not rich, like Arctic Wolves, whom are usually very rich and relaxed. We only dare to go on expeditions to trade with them. But they are selfish. It is very hard to bargain. Especially for the non-member animals, whom are sadly looked down on. We try to help them all we can. But one day, the Alphas, whom are now cruel, driven by rares, have held the Rare Games, each year.''

''About the rare games, well, each year the poorest tribes embroil in a vast war, killing off the others except for a mere few to preserve the tribe, so they can repopulate and go through the horror again. The prize is rares. Lots of rares. From Rare Item Monday's to spikes and glitched rings. At least 5 tribes must compete, or perish. We are almost... Controlled, you could say; by these ridiculous rares. Without them, we cannot trade them for resources with eagles and arctic wolves. Each tribe is one specific animal. The more unpopular the animal, the hardest it is for that creature to survive. Octopuses died. Turtles died. And koalas are hanging in there. Miraculous how they're still here, really. This year, Kylrik is going into war. I've been trained. But wolves and bunnies are alliances, and are much stronger and more powerful than all the tribes combined. Yet we are bigger. We must win. We have to!''

"Welcome, Jammers, to the 5th Rare Game tournament! Competitors, there are chests, within there are weapons and resources for you and your tribe to use. Some are hidden, some located in burrows and small Dens, and the big prizes near the middle of the arena. If you attempt to commit suicide or escape, you, and your tribe, will be publicly humiliated, and will become another of our slaves. You'll end up like scammers.", Liza grinned, her podgy face wrinkling with the smile. Each significant Alpha took turns speaking, and drawling on about basic strategy.

"ON YE MARKS, SET, GO!", Graham boomed, thumping the ground with his hands. It had begun.

"Okay, apprentices, go out and scout for loot. Hurry now, we don't have much time. Take any food or other tribe's items if you can! Go, Go, Go!", Chief ordered. His eyes were somewhat mad with panic, his mane of leaves shingling and rustling as he swung his head, fang glittering. The younger apprentice leopards sped off on all fours, scrabbing at the loot, and dashing back to our camp as fast as possible.

"Good, good! Onyx, I need you to start making caches of food, herbs, and rope.", Cope, a lieutenant, not much older than me, smiled, and nodded, then turned back to Chief, and they consulted quickly. Thinking fast, I quickly found some roots and bulbs, brushed them clean with my tail, and dug little dips for them, placing them inside. I quickly found more, and placed them around the starting ring. Apprentices were dashing and tripping over each other, supplying goods, dumping plants at my feet clumsily, then skipping off again. I swept them all into the little caches, between sapling roots, in little holes, under leaf pits. Anything. When I was done, roughly everyone else had finished collecting our supplies and organising them. We are known to be fast organisers. On our far left, Cheetahs were skittering around, dumping their items in one big pile, using their items to build a ridiculous hut. Poor things. But no time for that! I shook my head without a word, and listened to the commands being issued. I gasped.

"Alright, warriors! We're going to need a shelter. Shelton, Onyx, Banjo, Junis! You can work with rocks and soil. Onyx, Banjo, slice up rocks so we can build walls. We aren't like monkeys, but we have a way with defence, and this will be the best, Shelton, Junis, water the soil so it acts out as paste, so we can use it to stop the rocks from falling. Then, reinforce it with mud, so when it hardens it'll be stronger. No cracks, no crumbling.", Chief turned to us, explaining our jobs. Banjo, a mottled black and sandy leopard, nodded briefly, and we began slashing up rocks. Shelton and Junis, the mudworkers, had already began making the pasty, cement-acting soil. I scooped up the rocks with my massive paws, sliced them into unnatural blocks, and applied the paste. Two hours passed. The wall was done. The lumber cats, who within our tribe were well-known for being as muscular and as strong as lions, Arctic wolves, even, skin tough with work, had finished making our cabin. Then something hit me.

"Cope, shall we put something to stop our base from catching fire? Wolves live near the volcanoes. They're bound to kill us with flames.", I blurted out. It was true. Yet our tribe didn't go too modern,we used nature as our friends. "Good idea! Also, good work, Onyx, and the rest of your team!", Cope grinned, and I immediately set to.. Well, more work. I'll skip out the rest of the work, because it'll get REALLLLLLY boring.

(WIP)