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A long time ago in the world of Minecraft things were good. Peace and harmony ruled and people could go about their business but then came the war that nearly wiped out humanity. In order to maintain the hard-earned peace, 12 boys and 12 girls, called Tributes, are put in an outdoor arena where they remain to compete in a nationally televised event called the MineGames. The rules are simple: Keep the audience entertained and stay alive by any means necessary. Every citizen must watch as the youths fight for survival against death until only one remains or a full year has passed.

However, even as the citizens obey the whims of the Capital

Your job is to survive the Games for as long as you can in hopes of escape. But even if you do, can you survive the Horrors within the Capital?

"This year on the 225th annual MineGames, as a reminder of the sacrifices made by the soldiers, there will be three times the total tributes. (Tributes are tripled)"

It was a warm day in July, almost too warm for one's comfort. People were getting ready to head to the town hall for the MineGames "Selection" would take place.

Ellie was sitting on the porch steps of her house in her normal garb, Cream, her female Eevee was laying beside her dozing in the morning sun.

Rita was helping her younger sister get ready for the "Selection" as it was called, Rita called it a death sentence.

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Suvansh got up early in the morning, excited for "The Selection". He always enjoyed watching the MineGames. He was eligible to participate since he was 12, but he hadn't yet given it a go, even though his parents were very eager to send him off, and so was he, provided it was under his terms and not his parent's. He had made a pact with them, that he would get into the games when and only he was 18. Till then, he would be practicing with his pokemons. (He does not know about his wind powers prominently yet). He would probably be keeping his best chum Flare, his Charizard out of his pokeball, if not literally everyone in the city had a problem with it. He was wearing one of his good clothes today, like those he wears for big gatherings and parties. It was a gray cotton t-shirt and denim half pants. He proceeded to the town hall in time, and seated himself in the front row to have a good view.

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As always, Akiro's mother was working tirelessly. Akiro didn't know wether or not he should be greatful, as she was working to support them, or angry. At least she would be there, but it wouldn't be the same. Because if he was picked, he knew there'd be underlying relief and losing a mouth to feed no matter how distraught she would apear, and underline annoyance if he was not. Evrey memory of her screaming at him that she paid for evreything, that she was working two jobs to keep the family alive flooded into his mind, and it took evreything in him to not go into a tirade. He had to keep his cool. It was the Choosing, after all. "Akiro!" his mother barked from the other room. "Akrio, are you ready?" Trying to keep the anger out of his voice, not wanting another fight, he said cooly as he finshed tying his shoe and stood up. Despite his mother working two jobs, there was little he could do to improve his apearence. His mother knew she didn't look any better, so she didn't say anything about him. "Come on then, we're wasting time." The two left the house just as cold and distant as before, and when they arrived at the town hall, picked the first avliable seats.

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Lesia was absolutely terrified, she was completely unprepared. She had never taken interest in the Minegames and was never involved in it. She didn’t know what to do or what to expect. Sure, for the past 6 years she had gone here and taken part in the selection, but she still felt the same. She just had to hope she wasn’t chosen. As she drifted away from the computer desk in front of her, she stood up and took a stretch, then went to exit the building.

Rui woke up the same way she would every other day, finding herself in the cold, dark, and quiet room that she had learned to call home. Well... at least she had decent living conditions and barely enough food, but why couldn’t she live a normal life? Maybe she was just being selfish... At least she wasn’t killed, or even worse, kept like a wild animal only to be hated by the public. At least she finally had the chance to do something after all these years... Her parents didn’t care about her decision much, they just wanted her gone. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that’s what they really wanted or the fact that they tried to pretend to love her. Either way she didn’t care...

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Somehow, Charlie had managed to sleep through the night, and almost all morning. She had mostly slept through Douglas' drunken shouts. But it had been the crashing of bottles falling onto the floor that had woken her up. Enraged, Douglas started to scream at what caused him to drop his bottles. It had been himself. He has stumbled.
"It's -insert early time- in the morning! How are you already drinking!?" Charlie asks in bewildered. She throws her pillow at the door, even though that won't do anything and lays back down on the mattress. "You know, for all the work I do, you'd think he would give me a better apartment to live in." Charlie mumbles.
Today was the day, and she wasn't ready. She shuts her eyes, and listens to her clock. Tick toc, tick toc... each second seemed to fly by. She didn't have a lot of time. She would have to go to work soon. Beeeep! Her alarm screeches. Alarmed, Charlie punches the clock, grunting in pain. She watches the clock fly across the room and come to a halt on the floor.
That's right. Today wasn't a normal day. Today, Charlie was going to do the scariest thing of her life. Join the Games! She breaths an annoyed breath out of her nose and gets ready. She is careful to wear her same attire, and wear the patch that shows her gang's symbol. A flaming dollar sign. They were known to attack even the mightiest foes, no matter how powerful.
Fixing her hat and cloth mask, she checks her reflection. She looked... Well... Not normal, scary, thugish? How many more negative describing words would she need? It was perfect. With that, she confidently strides out of her apartment and to the town hall. Even old Douglas is smart enough to ignore her.
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"ExcUSE ME!" Katana shouts at her servant, who was busy adjusting Katana's dress. She would be d*mned if she didn't look her best for the Reaping and her foolish servant was already runing it. "What is this!?" She growls. Picking at the smallest tear on her sleeve.
"I'm sorry, I'll get that fixed right away ma'am" the servant calmly replies.
"No!" Katana screams. She grabs the servant's head and presses her thumbs against her temples. "Do you know who I am!? Do you know what I can do!? I should just-"
"That's enough Katana!" Her father demands. "Thank you Mary, you can go now." Her father tells her servant, who quickly races out the door. The two stand in silence. Katana bristled and ready to attack, her father. Calmly standing in her doorway. The almost seem to be sizing eachother up.
"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. What if I don't get picked? Will I still have my place in the business? I'm loyal! You can make an acception for me!" Katana, in her fear, didn't realize her voice was raising.
"Stop" her father snaps so sharply, Katana flinches. "You know the rules Katana. You better be picked this year and you better win-..." He pauses. "...And you will, I trained you well. Good luck." He coldly leaves without looking back. Not that Katana cared, she was use to her family's coldness. She was use to their lack of affection. To her, and her family, affection meant showing weakness. They weren't that weak, they would never submit to foolish human instincts. She turns to her reflection, beaming into the mirror.
"I can't worry anyway, that'll make me wrinkle." Katana mumbles, pressing a hand to her cheek. "I'll be picked... I'll win" she whispers. With her newfound confidence, the leaves the house and heads to town hall.

(Holy balls this took off-)

In a different part of the town, then Inklings and Octolings were having a final turf war before the MineGames started. Many crowded in the stands to watch the final turf war before hell started. Bella was perched among the others, watching with excitement in her eyes.

Coraline rose up from the cyan-colored spawn she shook the ink out of her face as the rest of her team. She was on the left wielding her trusty splat dualies. Next to her was the twins Bo and Arti, both of them wielding their splat rollers, the last member was Slyder holding his trusty slosher. Her eyes scanned the arena, the famous Port Mackrel. She dug her feet into the spawn pad as she readied to fight, ready to ink as much turf as she could. A whistle blast went off and her team spread out, only Arti remained to cover their home turf in cyan. Taking the path to the right she set to work, using her splat dualies to cover the floor. As the precious time ticked away Coraline turned around in time to see someone from the yellow team try to jump her, only for Slyder to nail him with Cyan. With the yellow INkling splatted and out o the way Coraline gave a node and charged forward.

Then she heard it, they were down to the last minute, she could tell by the change in music. Putting everything into it she weaved and ducked around the three members of yellow that attempted to take her down. Then she got a glint in her eye, the tank beeped, indicating that her Tenta missiles were ready. The three members of the opsing team darted away in different directions, but Coraline pulled them out, aimed, and fired.

10. 9.

The team yellow leader managed to trap Coraline in a corner, Coraline's heart seemed to pound in sync with the final ten seconds. The two fired at each other and dogged each other's attacks. He was using a paintbrush. He was good, she'd give him that. Just as the Yellow inkling seemed to have her she managed to land the final blow, spaltting him. Not waisting any time she quickly covered the yellow ink-

3. 2. 1-

A sharp whistle blew and everyone froze.

"Time's up!" Pearl's voice echoed from the speakers. "And the winner is. . ."

Coraline looked up with bated breath, did they do it?

Marina's cheery voice reverberated from the speakers. "Team Cyan! Congrats!"

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Rita came out of the house a short time later wearing a simple cream-colored dress a white eye patch was covering Rita's left eye (as some might remember that in a different HG RP she had it ripped out by Kayda). Next to her was Scarlet, her tan skin contrasted nicely against the simple shirt and shorts combo she was wearing.

(for those of you who don't know what a turf war is or what it looks like. 0:00 - 3:47)

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Katana strolls along the street pridefully. Her chin raised slightly and her eyes forward. She nods respectfully at the richer folks and glares at the the poorer. On the corner of her eye, she catches a flash of a cream colored cloth. She manages to step out of the way just in time. This girl, and her friend haven't even bothered to let her pass by peacefully, rather, cut her off.
"Hey!" Katana shouts. Childishly stomping her foot on the ground. "What do you think you are doing!? Do you even know who I am?" She reaches a hand forward, her fingertips starting to feel warm as she considered using her power on the two of them. No, I can't! I don't want to ruin my dress even more than it currently is! Katana thinks to herself fearfully. She lowers her hand to her side and shuts her eyes, taking a calming breath. "My apologies" she says sweetly, but it's obviously forced. "I shouldn't waste my time with low lives like you. Think before you act next time, mm'kay?" She asks condescendingly.

Echo walked out of her run down house, the wood already rotting, almost falling apart. She was wearing a all black suit of gear, with several hidden pockets. She sighed, and pulled her hood over her head. Today, was the Minegames Selection. Everyone was so excited, for some reason, but the MineGames bored her. Every year, she would see one poor soul who had sloppy technique. Slinging the axe over her, she headed out towards the town hall, nearly bumping into someone with the spoilt brat aura on the way, who was arguing, clearly not being polite. She let out a snicker.

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Akiro was impatient for this all to be over, and his foot tapped hurriedly as he glanced around. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and stood up. "What are you doing?!" his mother hissed. "Just getting some air. I won't be far and I'll be back before the choosing starts," Akiro said as evenly as he could without bursting into anger. "Akiro, listen to-" "Bye now," he said sarcastically as he left the town hall. The boy carried a watch with him, the last thing he had left of his father, so he wouldn't be late, just as he had promised his mother. A quick walk wouldn't hurt him. His grip tightened around the worn leather handle of the watch as he walked, seeing others moving torwads the Town Hall. He knew his mother would be fuming when he got back, but at the moment, he really didn't care. Lost in his thoughts, he just kept walking. Instict would tell him when it was time to get going.

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Rita looked at this other girl in very very rich attire, slowly looking her over. "We're simply walking to the town square for possible selection," Rita said slowly. "I apologize if you aren't paying well enough attention to where you're going but that's not on us, it's on you. You might be rich, but the world isn't going to serve itself on a silver platter just for you. You're just like everyone else, still human."

Scarlet was resting her head on Rita's shoulder, her brown hair was pulled back into a high bun as she blinked her green eyes at her, she slightly tightened her grip on Rita's arm.

(reading this looks really weird.)

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It appeared that everyone was purposely trying to get on Katana's nerves. "Hey!" She shouts at Echo, her voice so shrill it almost sounded like a young child shouted this. "My father will hear about this! She takes a step forward, jutting a fan out at Echo as if it were a weapon. "Watch yourself! Do that to me again and I'll ensure you pay!" She spits. She turns to Rita, her eyes narrowing at the girl. "Ugh" she says in disgust as her eyes fall on the eye patch. "I'll tell you this, at least I have enough money to actually look good. Nobody wants to see that." She snorts at her own cruel and unfunny joke. "I almost feel bad for you. Maybe if you beg, I'll give you the money you need for plastic surgery."

Rita gently ushered Scarlet off of her then suddenly gripped the collar Katana's dress and held her in the air a few inches off the ground. "Listen, do you know how or why I got this?" When Katana didn't answer Rita removed the eye patch revealing nothing but an eye socket, making Kanata flinch. "From saving my little sister. I wouldn't expect you know to know anything about that though. Now I'm going to ask you to leave nicely and I want you to go." Rita slowly put her back onto the ground and released Kadana's dress, she then replaced the eye patch. "The most precious things in life don't have a price tag on them." Rita and Scarlet then headed towards the town square.

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Echo, after watching the impressive performance of Rita’s, sniggered, and almost calmly, with a single hand, ripped Katana’s fan to shreds, before stalking off, her pace unintentionally keeping up with Rita and Scarlet’s. She adjusted the axe slung over her back, before adjusting her hood, which has fallen back slightly, then put on a set of gloves, which exposed only her fingers.

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Akiro was broken from his thoughts by the sounds of loud arguing. He looked up, confused seeing a group of girls that apeared to be in a spat. The fight broke up quickly, however, and he moved out of the way when he realized that some of the girls were walking torwads him, muttering "Sorry," under his breath. There apeared to be a final girl left, looking much more well dressed then the others. Jamming his hands in his pockets, uninentionally he said aloud, "This is why I'm glad my anger is internalized," but he slowed down as he walked, itching for a reason to go out on someone.

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Mare shivered slightly as she slipped a dress over her head. Personally, she wasn't afraid of death. She was already half dead already, what difference did fully dead make? But she was afraid of losing the doctor, who was the only person Mare was sure she loved, and who she was sure loved her. Mare slipped on a pair of black sandal flats and left her bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Well?" she asks shyly. The doctor's head assistant, Lacy, turned around and smiled. "You look lovely dear." she says sweetly. These people were the closest thing to family Mare had. Lacy and Mare embrace. "If you do.. if you do get... picked Mare... we'll never forget you." she whispered in Mare's ear. Mare nodded, and left the building, heading towards the square.

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Shaking off her surprise, Katana watches the group walk away. "Listen, do you know how or why I got this? From saving my little sister. I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that though. Admittedly, Katana haven't bothered to listen to the rest. While she wanted nothing more than to get back at Echo for destroying her favorite fan, she was still stuck on those words. Her eye squints slightly as a flashback comes to mind.

"Now, it's time to see who is stronger. Fight!" Her father demands.
"No!" Her brother, who was ten, shouts. "I won't hurt my sister!"
"You don't need to worry about me! I can handle your hits!" Katana assures. She extends a hand, fire exploding between them. But Milo saw it coming. He jumps out of range just in time.
"Katana stop! You don't understand what father is making us do...Why he is making us do this!" But Katana didn't listen. She continues fighting. But with every explosion, she grew more tired, and Milo got closer. He continued his pursuit, until he stood in front of her. "Now you can't do anything. You'll hurt us both if you try." Milo tells her calmly. Beads of sweat dripping down his brow as he looked at her with desperation.
"Good job! Very calculating! Now finish her!" Her father hisses.
"No!" Milo shouts again. "I won't hurt her, I won't ever hurt her!" He turns to her father, his fists clenched. "I would sooner fight you!"
"Is that so? Would that really be a smart decision on your part?" Her father asks in amusement. Milo stands in place, silently sizing up the situation.
"Smart? No, it wouldn't be. But it would be worth it, if it means protecting her." With those final words he strolls out of the room. Ignoring her father's enraged shouts.

No, she knew nothing about that. She would never protect anyone but herself and the company. That's what mattered after all. Caring for others made you weak. Just like her brother. That's why she was going to work at the company instead of him. They would never understand...
With a huff she continues her pursuit to Town Hall. Those kids distracted her, she needed her mind back in the game. She would win these Games and claim her position in the business!

Mare attempted to wave to some people, but got startled and shocked looks every time she did. Mare sighs to herself. A bitter thought pierces her brain like a needle. "I wish I had friends." she murmurs quietly, attempting to escape the weird looks she was getting from people who weren't used to seeing her. Sadness scorches through her, but Mare shoves it away. She struggles to keep her face the fathomless mask it usually was, bits and pieces of unhappiness making brief appearances before being stamped out.

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After awhile, Akiro had gotten his steam out and realized that he had been walking for quite awhile and was running out of time. Cursing under his breath, he switched to a run. "Mom is going to kill me," he thought. He just barely managed to make it in time, narrowly avoiding running into a few people. When he reached his mother, she gave the boy one of her dissaproving stares. "You said you would be back soon." "And you said you'd stop yelling at me, but see where that ended up," Akiro blurted out. He tried to apologize but his mother had turned away, and said sharply, "I'm your mother and I'll raise you as best I can, I'm trying, okay?" Great, a stab at one of his weak spots. "I'm sorry, Mom, it just came out. I didn't mean it, I swear." Her eyes softened. "It's fine." The two of them settled in an uncomfortable scilence as they waited for the Choosing to begin.

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Bella and Coraline siddled up into line and waited. Then finally it was time. The mayor stepped forward and began his usual speech about the war and the dark times and how most of the earth and been swallowed up by water leaving behind little land for them to survive on. Then came the part everyone was dreading, the picking. Everyone took a collective breath as he headed over to the ball with girl's names. He reached his hand in and read off the slips one by one, calling each name.

(Everyone does their own characters, girls first then we'll jump back and do the boys.)

"Ellie Ashbroke." Ellie's Eevee made a cry of complaint from her trainer's shoulder

"Coraline Spatterhawk." "Bella." Bella nearly burst into tears while Coraline stood there numbly.

"Scarlet Sunlow." Scarlet looked terrified, but Rita stepped in front of her.

"I volunteer." Scarlet let out a cry of alarm and tried to hold her back, but with the dead done the Peacekeepers marched towards her. Rita gave Scarlet a kiss on the forehead before allowing herself to be ushered up.

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While everyone was panicking about being picked, Katana found herself panicking about not being picked. Would she have to volunteer for someone? She'd rather not, that would be embarrassing. She grew more and more anxious as time went on. Finally, FINALLY, her time came.
"Katana Lozano" the mayor read calmly.
"YES!" Katana shouts, which caused the people around her to look at her with alarm, then roll their eyes when they remember that she was a Lozano. She excitedly strolls to the stage. Then reminds herself that she has to intimate her opponents. So she swipes away her excitement and instead glares at her opponents.
...
Charlie raises her gaze to the strange girl who seemed a bit too overjoyed to be chosen for such a task. She lowers her head, smiling to herself for a moment. She should volunteer for her, just to p*ss her off. Her opportunity was missed when a new name is drawn. This time it's a young girl, who looked to be twelve. Tears fill her wide eyes and immediately tries to run. But the Peacekeepers have no problem wrestling the scrawny girl onstage. She stands no chance, that was clear.
Charlie raises a hand in the air, her cold gaze landing on the mayor.
"Oh? Do we have a volunteer?" The mayor asks, looking confused by her silence. She answers his question by strolling onstage. She pats the young girl's shoulder on the way up, a small smile in her eyes. The young girl and her mother thank Charlie, which she mostly ignores. When they are finished, Charlie calmly stands onstage and tries her best to ignore the others.