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TELL ME IF YOU WANT TO BE IN IT ON MY PROFILE PAGE! I'm using my upcoming username for myself. Which'll have: Sanity, Depressing, Soul, Lost, Rage, etcetera in it (I'm just calling myself Soul)
They all took there places... the sun glowed hot, but none dared move. They risked there lives just by scratching there nose. Sweat trickled down her shoulder, but she ignored it. Death was the only word that she could think. Not of her friends cheering her on in the Elite district; just death.
She hadn't thought of death until her name was chosen from a big bowl. She shuddered remembering how all eyes gazed at her fearfully; for her sake. Her sanity would be debated in this match. Provoking rage and despair. She saw people she remembered, faintly... before this dystopian existence was created. How the people would build, create! she nourished the thought of that coming back... but could it? No! never. The counter was almost to zero now, and all she'd thought of is death. Not strategy, Not idea. Not skill. She studied her surroundings, just like she was taught to on Parkour games her friends would make. A lake! She cried in her head, seeing a waterfall pour behind some trees in the distance. I'll go there. Run to the tree outskirts and go. Maybe there's a cave not inhabited i can use... She let her imagination give her hope; but that might not prevail. Just the thought of a cave, water, maybe even a sponsor - gave her more hope that she needed. The countdown ticked...
Zero
They all took there places... the sun glowed hot, but none dared move. They risked there lives just by scratching there nose. Sweat trickled down her shoulder, but she ignored it. Death was the only word that she could think. Not of her friends cheering her on in the Elite district; just death.
She hadn't thought of death until her name was chosen from a big bowl. She shuddered remembering how all eyes gazed at her fearfully; for her sake. Her sanity would be debated in this match. Provoking rage and despair. She saw people she remembered, faintly... before this dystopian existence was created. How the people would build, create! she nourished the thought of that coming back... but could it? No! never. The counter was almost to zero now, and all she'd thought of is death. Not strategy, Not idea. Not skill. She studied her surroundings, just like she was taught to on Parkour games her friends would make. A lake! She cried in her head, seeing a waterfall pour behind some trees in the distance. I'll go there. Run to the tree outskirts and go. Maybe there's a cave not inhabited i can use... She let her imagination give her hope; but that might not prevail. Just the thought of a cave, water, maybe even a sponsor - gave her more hope that she needed. The countdown ticked...
Zero