Subject: Night 3/Day 4
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Posted on: 2016-09-09 09:38:00 UTC
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Five more deaths. Five more tributes out of the Games. Their deaths a tale of betrayal, bravery, cunning, and clumsiness. Welcome back… to the Hunger Games.
Last night, almost everyone found company. Sergio and Nikki stuck together; our reigning champion teamed up with Nurse Elms; Luxury set her sights on Hieronymus. Even the reclusive Canon Librarian found himself in a group, though he doesn't seem to have said much to them.
Of course, companionship wasn't always a good idea. The Librarian, the last of our four Time Lord tributes, put his trust in Whitney - but she killed him in his sleep.
At least Apollo and Mia can say they were honestly caught out. Peregrin snuck in while they were both sleeping, and took them down.
Michael, on the other hand, learned the folly of overconfidence. He received another wretched hatchet during the night - very similar to the one Falchion got this morning - in fact, how many hatchets are we up to now?
Oh, no...
We've seen eleven hatchets sent into the arena. Two of our tributes have used them for murder. Both Nikki and Michael have been sent two - probably a factor in Michael's confidence. Because he was overconfident. Did he really think two hatchets would let him force a hydra to do what she was told? Because it didn't. She took his head off with a single bite.
Other encounters during the day were less lethal. Will portalled up to Lola, but our reigning champion chose to join forces rather than kill him. Ajax and Nikki defended the camp in the Miss Cam Courtyard - the one that Sergio and Nikki have been coming back to repeatedly over the last few days.
Perhaps that's where Sergio was trying to go with his portal. Unfortunately, he missed, and the lava pits are not forgiving.
Gremlin, meanwhile, continued her weapon-oriented game, tricking the Canon Librarian into giving up all the instruments of destruction he'd gathered.
Just goes to show that hiding yourself in impenetrable darkness doesn't protect you from being a gullible idiot.
So we come to the end of our report. The arena feels almost empty now, with so few tributes remaining. We'll be back after the break to interview the survivors, and after that… well, next time we may have something quite special for you.
Out of paper? Bed broken? Need an office chair? Contact the Quartermaster to requisition the essentials of life in HQ. Just call the Morning Glory, and ask for - nay, demand! - your rights. She won't be able to refuse.
Oh, but, uh, don't tell her we sent you, please.
You know where the transcript is. Sorry for the delay with this one; I hope everyone's still having fun!
hS