>>>Hunger Games Sim Thread: 3rd Edition
>>>The Ye Olde Tourney of the Famished
Alright guys, let's do this shit. 48 knights (tributes) are gonna complete in a Medieval battle royale to the death.
Let's get a move on. Post your tributes!
My [Anon's] gecko
Peeve off. Under 25 posters on a 48 is cancer
Let ye olde tournament commenceth!
At least you can still win. Having more than one tribute gives you a 100% chance of losing
It's in my nature to be retarded and passive aggressive. Don't think to deeply about it
Two score, whatever. Fucketh it.
First Night doth approach.
*Let it die, let it die, let it shrivel up...*
With heavy heart we doth mourn those loss. Presseth F to pay thine tributes.
And so, upon night's falling, the sun doth fall from the sky. And thus, enter the moon.
Upon the next morn, the soldiers rose and took to arms once more. Ready to die for their ill-defined causes.
And yea, their elite squads dwindled in the intense fire of warfare. But it hath long since been decided that truest victory come at any cost.
Night falls shortly, but lo and behold the bloodshed continues on into the morn!
As dawn crept over the horizon, soldiers of many readied themselves yet again. Having long fallen numb to chilling emotions that spawn from war.
The stars shine once more, and the cavalry doth rest their heads for a short spell.
>"Ye hath internalized the misogyny of the King Mungus, for that you face mine wrath!"
Moonlight shines down upon the earth, closing this the fifth day.
And the sun shone brightly in the morn after.
A prayer for those fuckethed over by the cruel tragedy of fate.
Let it be known, the king doth declare it Feasting Day!
Nary, I ask you. What good be ages of old with the peculiar rape or two occuring?
>Was that sexual harassment when you just said that to me? Why would you say that to me?
And as the good men and women fell one by one, the war drew ever closer to inevitable ende...
Eight of this kingdom's finest warriors still stand. But lo, seven of them shall perish.
Was this just straight-up rape what you just did here?
It was then, upon the dawn of the ninth day, that the blood of the Sir Lorax stained the streets of the city!
And yet, what are the swords of many, compared to the divine wrath of the almighty?
>Fingers crossed that I come out on top
Follow-up to my previous post.
Good night you too
Thanks for hosting, I'm leaving
I knew it from the very beginning.
Good night :)
Well, it's over guys. Third Wave Feminism won. We're all shitlords now.
I'm done hosting for the night, might nominate tributes if someone else wants to host a game though.