If Countries Were High Schoolers: Hunger Games - Part 2

PROFILES

PART 1

There were 198 students at United Nations high school. So there will be 99 districts. Here are the students that remain.

The last person remaining will win the Hunger Games!

Same district does NOT mean teammate! District members can and will kill each other, and they usually will not stick together!

Kills are erased when a person dies.

If a group of people kill another group of people, each member of the first group will get credited with ALL the kills! So if a group of three kills a group of six, each person in the group of three will get six kills added to their total.

*Regardless of whether they are still in the Profiles blog or not (I removed some to save space) they will not be removed from this game.

*Do not be offended by the broken English exhibited by some characters. It is stereotypical, yes, but it is a part of their character. And all of the characters are stereotyped, not just a select few.

"GIVING ME IT!" Myanmar pulled on the backpack.

"No, it's mine!" Alabama yelled as he tried to push Myanmar off the bag.

"Giving me the bag!" Myanmar lunged for the bag.

"No!" Alabama extracted his revolver from his right pocket and shot Myanmar through the skill.

Alabama quickly checked the contents of the backpack, finding a sickle, matches, some energy drinks, and a sleeping bag. He threw the strap over his shoulder and brandished his gun as he retreated into the forest, making sure to avoid the gaze of any competitors.

Meanwhile, a bag of bread was sitting in the cornucopia. Making sure to avoid death or being seen, Louisiana slowly crept into the cornucopia. He tiptoed to the bread, and as he put his hand on the bag, another hand touched his hand.

"Givings me the bread." Israel demanded.

"No." Louisiana replied.

"But am so hungry! Am not eat in day!" Israel protested.

"I don't care, gimme the bread!" Louisiana demanded.

Israel proceeded to pull on the bag with all his force.

"Stop!" Louisiana shoved Israel, but he just tightened his grip.

"Givings it to me!" Israel cried through a strained voice.

Louisiana, still holding onto the bag, took a mace from inside his baggy pants and swung it recklessly.

"OW!" Israel held his nose in extreme pain as the mace smashed into his nose.

"Yuo broking my nose!" Israel yelled. As he collapsed in utter pain, Louisiana shoved the bread into his backpack, stepping over Israel as he fled the scene.

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Hawaii, attempting to locate Nevada's tent, scrambled through the forest, donning traditional camouflage. Her legs were cut up from the volatile foliage and branches, and her eyes sagged in fatigue.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck, and before she could adequately react, she fell to the ground.

"What... just... happened." Hawaii stammered through heavy breathing.

At that moment, subtle laughter ensued.

"Who's... there?" Hawaii panted, extracting the item in her neck. She gasped when she saw the poison dart.

"The poison is a bit diluted, but it's the end of the road for you." KilwaAfarCheese laughed as he bent over her body.

"What... is... this?" Hawaii asked,

"Bye-bye, Hawaii." KilwaAfarCheese began to run away as he sharpened his knife on a rock.

"I... can't..." Hawaii tried to crawl for cover, as she was too weak to stand. "Help... me..."

The last thing she saw was North Dakota and Scotland running by, carrying what appeared to be a new tent.

She finally collapsed, unable to even prop herself up. Surrounded by the seemingly empty forest clearing, she finally succumbed to the poison.

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Croatia was on the hunt. She was unable to locate the rest of her allies, and as a result prowled through the trees alone, eager for a confrontation.

As Oregon readied her traps, Croatia stumbled into her territory. A brief, intense fight ensued, arrows flying and fists clashing. Oregon's agility allowed her to dodge Croatia's attacks, but she quickly realized she was outmatched in close combat.

Just when Oregon thought she had the upper hand, Libya emerged from the shadows. With fierce determination, Libya charged at the two, catching them off guard.

Oregon let loose a barrage of arrows while Croatia threw powerful punches.

Libya tackled Croatia to the ground, using her strength to gain control.

"HELP!" Croatia cried as Libya slashed away at her with a blade.

Oregon, witnessing her fall, hesitated but knew she had to act. In a desperate attempt to escape, she turned to flee, but Libya was relentless.

Libya closed the distance, overpowering Oregon, who was already weakened from the earlier skirmish.

"GET OFF ME!" Oregon pulled at Libya's hijab, attempting to stop the assault.

With one swift motion of her blade, Libya took her down. She equipped her bag and then ran off, leaving Oregon's and Croatia's bodies there.

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“Choose,” Arkansas demanded, his voice cold. “You kill Louisiana, or you kill Toowise. One o' 'em dies tonight, and it’s on you.”

Liechtenstein felt the blood drain from his face. He glanced over at Louisiana, who stood a few paces away. Toowise was nearby, sharpening a makeshift weapon, oblivious to his impending doom.

“Why ich be having to chöose ?” Liechtenstein challenged, trying to stall, but Arkansas stepped closer, his eyes glinting with menace.

“'Cause if you don’t, I will kill them both, and then I'll kill you. Make your choice, or I’ll end this right now.”

The forest fell silent as Liechtenstein wrestled with his conscience. Louisiana had become more than an ally; he was a friend. But Toowise was a fierce competitor, and if left alive, he could easily turn the tide against them.

With a heart heavy with despair, Liechtenstein made his choice. He turned to face toowise, who was still focused on his task, unaware of the fate that awaited him.

“I’m sorry,” Liechtenstein murmured, his voice trembling as he drew his weapon. The moment hung in the air like a noose.

Without hesitation, he lunged at Toowise, catching him completely off guard. The blade sliced through the stillness, plunging deep into Toowise’s side. A gasp escaped Toowise’s lips, eyes wide with shock as blood sprayed from the wound, warm and slick.

Liechtenstein felt the resistance of flesh and bone as he twisted the knife, adrenaline coursing through him. Toowise struggled, hands clawing at the air, but the life was quickly draining from his eyes.

“Why?” Toowise gasped dramatically.

With one final thrust, Liechtenstein pulled the blade free, and Toowise collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him.

Arkansas watched with a smirk, clearly pleased with the spectacle.

"Heh." Arkansas threw down a revolver for Liechtenstein to keep, and then ran off deeper into the forest.

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Tanzania and New Zealand slept through thick underbrush, creeping around a small encampment in a secluded area of the forest when Tanzania spotted a blue tent.

“Am yuo seeing that?” Tanzania whispered, pointing. The tent looked worn but intact, and the promise of supplies was tantalizing.

Tanzania pushed the flap aside and peered inside. Bags of supplies lay scattered around—food, fresh water, and medical kits. But next to the supplies was the lifeless body of Azerbaijan, his form twisted and marred by dark, infected wounds.

“What the hell happened to him?” he muttered, taking a cautious step back. The rotting smell was overpowering.

Tanzania swallowed hard, forcing himself to step inside. “We needing to make check of bags,” he urged. “This could being only chance.”

“Are you sure we should be here?” New Zealand hesitated, eyeing the medical kit. “What if it’s contagious? We can’t take that risk.”

“We no having a choice,” Tanzania replied, his voice steady despite the unease. “Needings food and medicines to surviving.”

Tanzania began gathering the supplies. New Zealand joined in, filling his pack with whatever he could find.

Once their packs were heavy with supplies, they stepped back from the tent, glancing once more at Azerbaijan’s body. They retreated into the trees.

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North Dakota wandered along the river's edge, her eyes scanning the ground for firewood.

As she knelt to gather some dry twigs, she glanced over at Jamaica, who was standing on a rocky outcropping. He was focused, watching the water intently, waiting for a fish to swim within striking distance.

“Do you see anything?” North Dakota called out.

“Not yet,” Jamaica replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. “But dem deh, mi feel it. Mi feel di likkle fish pon mi stick.”

North Dakota turned her attention back to the ground, pulling together branches and fallen logs.

Suddenly, a splash echoed through the air. Jamaica lunged forward, his trident slicing through the water with precision.

But as the water settled, Jamaica came up empty-handed. "Damn it! Di fish did right deh!" He shouted.

“Keep trying! You’ll get one!” North Dakota encouraged.

As she continued to gather wood, she could hear Jamaica muttering to himself, the sound of his trident striking the water growing more frantic.

Finally, Jamaica spotted a flash of silver beneath the surface. He steadied himself.

With a swift, practiced motion, Jamaica thrust the trident down. This time, he was victorious, holding a wriggling fish aloft. “Yes! Mi get it!” he shouted. "Mi likkle, but mi tallawah."

"Great job! Now we can eat tonight!” North Dakota beamed.

As Jamaica prepared the fish, North Dakota set the firewood in a neat pile, ready to be lit.

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Denmark, Wisconsin, and West Virginia crouched behind a cluster of trees along the riverbank. They watched intently as Australia, Uruguay, and Israel gathered on the opposite shore.

“Ready før attacking, ja?” Denmark whispered, eyes locked on their targets. Wisconsin and West Virginia nodded. They had devised a plan to take out the three of them.

“Let’s lure them in,” Wisconsin said, tightening her grip on the makeshift weapon she had fashioned from a sturdy branch. “They won’t see it coming.”

Denmark stepped into view, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. “Hej! Øver here!” he called out, feigning a friendly tone. “Just am wantings tø chat!”

Australia turned, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Denmark? What are you lot doing here, mate?”

“Just enjoying the river,” he replied, a smirk creeping across his face. “But it looks like you’re a little outnumbered.”

Uruguay and Israel turned their attention to Denmark, sensing something was off. “We should make going away,” Israel said, glancing at his allies. “Am not feel good about this.”

But it was too late. Denmark charged forward, and Wisconsin and West Virginia followed closely behind. The trio sprang into pushing Australia and Uruguay toward the river's edge.

“Push them in!” Denmark shouted, grappling with Uruguay as West Virginia tackled Israel. Wisconsin focused on Australia, using her branch to keep her at bay.

“Let go of me!” Australia yelled, panic rising in her voice. She struggled against Wisconsin’s grip but was pushed closer to the water.

“Keep moving!” West Virginia urged, forcing Israel toward the river.

Denmark and West Virginia worked together to shove Uruguay into the river, the current pulling him away. As he flailed, they turned their attention to Israel, who was desperately trying to regain his footing.

“Help him!” Australia screamed, her eyes wide with fear.

“No!” Wisconsin shot back, lunging at Australia to push her into the water as well. The two girls tumbled, hitting the surface together.

“Gettings thæm!” Denmark yelled, rushing to grab Australia as she struggled against the current. West Virginia joined him, each of them gripping an arm and dragging her deeper into the river.

Israel lunged to save her, but Wisconsin intercepted him, swinging her branch to keep him at bay. “You’re not getting away!” she shouted, her heart racing.

As Australia fought against them, her screams echoed in the air, mingling with the rush of the river. The three of them pulled her further under, the water surging around her as she struggled.

Uruguay, still thrashing in the current, began to go under as well.

With one final push, Denmark and West Virginia forced Australia beneath the water, while Wisconsin kept Israel occupied. The strength of the three was overwhelming.

Eventually, the water calmed, and Australia began slipping beneath the surface. Denmark, gasping for breath, turned back to Israel, who was still fighting against Wisconsin’s hold.

With a final thrust, they pushed Israel toward the water, forcing him to join his allies in their watery grave.

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Colombia crouched low in the dense foliage, as he scanned the area for any signs of movement.

Suddenly, a rustle in the leaves caught his attention. He turned sharply. Instead of an enemy, he saw a small package tumbling toward him from the direction of the nearby trees. It landed softly at his feet, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine.

“Que…?” Colombia murmured, crouching down to inspect the package. His heart raced with  excitement and apprehension. Gifts from sponsors were rare.

Carefully, he untied the twine and peeled back the paper. Inside, he found a sleek device. It was a remote explosive—a powerful one, judging by its size and design.

Colombia felt a surge of adrenaline. “Un explosivo?” he whispered to himself.

But who had sent it? The thought nagged at him.

He glanced around, half-expecting to see someone lurking in the shadows, but the forest remained still. Colombia carefully tucked the explosive into his pack, hiding it beneath his supplies. He set off deeper into the woods.

Number of tributes remaining: 140

As dusk settled over the arena, Kenya perched high in a tree, bow drawn tight, eyes locked on San Marino, who was gathering supplies a short distance away.

Kenya remained still, waiting for San Marino to move just a bit closer. Finally, he released it, the arrow soaring through the air.

But in a split second of distraction, his aim faltered. The arrow missed San Marino entirely, veering left sharply.

Instead, it struck Indiana, who had been hidden behind a cluster of bushes, rummaging through his supplies. It sent Indiana crashing to the ground. He gasped in pain, clutching his side as blood seeped through his fingers.

Indiana let out a strangled cry before he collapsed and his body went still.

San Marino, hearing the commotion, turned to see what had happened. He glanced toward the source of the noise, confusion etched on his face. But his attention quickly shifted back to the ground, where Indiana lay lifeless. Frightened, he ran away at top speed.

"No! He is get away!" Kenya yelled in indignation.

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Utah moved silently through the underbrush, spotting Iraq standing dangerously close to the edge of a cliff, lost in thought.

With a fierce grip on the Bible tucked under her arm, she approached, knowing this was her moment.

In one swift motion, she lunged forward and smacked Iraq across the face with the Bible. The impact caught him off guard, causing him to stumble backward.

Before he could recover, he lost his footing and tumbled over the edge, disappearing into the darkness below.

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In a small encampment, around a crackling fire, six tributes sat in a circle. Panama spoke first, her voice low.

“No nosotros can keep go como this. Every día feel like un countdown.”

Netherlands nodded. “Is only een mater of tijme bevoor een of is die. Is brutaal out deer.”

South Korea shifted uncomfortably. “But having to be other way. We can into helping.”

Hungary looked down. “What if we just doing the end it on we own term?”

Canada, sitting cross-legged, chimed in, “Are you suggesting a pact? Together?”

Nigeria glanced around.

A heavy silence settled over them.

Canada took a breath. “If we’re going to do this, let’s do it together.”

They nodded, forming a circle, hands clasped tight. One by one, they took out small vials of poison.

They raised their vials and drank. The taste was sharp and bitter, and soon they felt themselves growing weak. One by one, they slumped to the floor.

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In the dense and dark forest, Bolivia pushed Paraguay’s wheelchair along the narrow path. Paraguay, with his wild laughter and sudden screams, had a knack for drawing attention, and she needed to keep him quiet.

“Shh, es okay,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder for any sign of stirring. “Just un poco further.”

Paraguay giggled maniacally, seemingly oblivious to the danger. Bolivia sighed, trying to maintain her composure.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye. North Macedonia emerged from the bushes, spear in hand, and without hesitation, he hurled it toward Paraguay’s head.

Instinctively, Bolivia turned the wheelchair around, positioning herself between the spear and Paraguay. The spear pierced her side, and she gasped, pain radiating through her body.

Paraguay looked up, confusion in his eyes.

She forced a smile, panting heavily through the pain. “Estoy okay, realmente…” But the blood was seeping through her clothes, and her vision began to blur.

Before she could say more, a loud bang echoed through the trees. Maine swooped in from nowhere, shotgun raised, and fired at North Macedonia, who collapsed to the ground.

Bolivia slumped forward, collapsing onto Paraguay’s lap, her breaths becoming shallow. Maine rushed over, gently pushing Bolivia’s body aside.

Maine lifted Bolivia and carried her to the nearby river, letting the current take her body away as she finally succumbed to her wound.

Returning to Paraguay, Maine knelt beside him. “We need to get you out of here,” she said. She began pushing his wheelchair, attempting to find shelter.

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“Mongolia, you don’t have to do this,” Connecticut said, trying to keep his voice steady. “We can find another way.”

"Is be the only way. You knowings that.” Mongolia muttered in response.

Mongolia lunged forth with her knife, aiming for Connecticut’s side. Connecticut dodged, the blade grazing his arm. He retaliated with a quick slash, catching Mongolia on the shoulder.

They traded desperate blows. Connecticut could feel the ground beneath them shifting, the edge of the cliff becoming closer with each step.

Mongolia let out a fierce shout, swinging wildly. Connecticut ducked and countered, pushing Mongolia back. With a surge of determination, he took a chance, shoving Mongolia hard.

In an instant, Mongolia lost her balance, teetering at the edge before toppling backward. Connecticut watched as she fell, disappearing from sight.

Connecticut stood at the cliff’s edge in silence.

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Scotland and Florida busied themselves gathering dry twigs and leaves to set up a campfire.

“Here, hand me that branch, would ye?” Scotland said, pointing to a nearby fallen limb. Florida, squinting in confusion, grabbed a small stick instead.

“This one?” Florida asked, holding it up proudly and obliviously.

Scotland sighed in aggravation. “Naw. The big stick o'er there. Numpty.”

North Korea lay hidden in a nearby bush, watching the two tributes. He grinned to himself, fingers at the ready near the remote strapped to his belt.

“Ready for the fire?” Florida asked, finally finding the right branch and dropping it at Scotland’s feet.

“Yeah, just a few mair—”

Before Scotland could finish his sentence, North Korea activated the explosive, and a flash of light engulfed what remained of Scotland and Florida. Debris flew in every direction.

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In a secluded clearing, Maldives sat cross-legged on the ground, stirring a pot of the canned goods she had received from the cornucopia over a small fire. She hummed softly to herself.

Lingonax watched from behind a tree, a sly grin on his face. He held a small vial of dark liquid. He knew she wasn't paying attention, and wouldn't notice if he approached.

Lingonax stepped closer, moving quietly to avoid detection. With a swift motion, he poured the poison into her stew, stirring it in just as she turned to grab another ingredient.

“Hey, Maldives!” he called out, forcing a casual and borderline timid tone. “D-do you need any help?”

She looked up, smiling. “Oh, assalaam 'alaikum! Am just finish mine food. Would you like to doing the try of some?”

“Sure.” he replied. He stepped closer, pretending to inspect the stew. “It smells great.”

He leaned back slightly, watching her pour the stew into a makeshift bowl. As she turned away momentarily, he quickly dumped the liquid into the pot. “You really should try it first, just to make sure it’s perfect.”

Maldives took a spoonful and sampled it. "Yum, many tasty!”

Lingonax’s grin widened. As she continued to eat, he stepped back, watching her closely.

Moments later, Maldives paused, a frown crossing her face as she suddenly felt unwell. “Uh, I not feeling very good."

Lingonax feigned concern. “What’s wrong? Don't you like the stew?"

Before she could respond, Maldives staggered, clutching her stomach as the poison afflicted her. Lingonax watched her collapse in delight.

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The night air was bitterly cold as San Marino, South Africa, and Kentucky huddled together near a small fire that struggled to keep them warm.

“Io needings to find-a più wood-a,” San Marino said, his teeth chattering. “This-a fire isn’t-a going to last-a many long.”

South Africa nodded, shivering. “I am into find. Just am need a few more branch.”

Kentucky wrapped his arms around himself, trying to conserve heat. “Be quick."

As South Africa ventured into the dark, Kentucky glanced at San Marino. “What if he doesn’t come back?”

“He-a will,” San Marino replied.

Minutes passed, and the fire dwindled. San Marino rubbed his arms vigorously, but it did little to stave off the chill.

When South Africa finally returned, he was empty-handed and visibly shaken. “I no could finding any. Is too cold.”

Kentucky’s eyes widened in panic. “What do we do?”

As the night dragged on, the cold grew increasingly unbearable. They huddled together, but it wasn’t enough. The effects of hypothermia began to take hold. Kentucky slumped against San Marino, his eyes closing.

“Stayings awake-a!” San Marino urged, but he didn't have much time left either.

South Africa’s shivering slowed, and he leaned against Kentucky, both of them succumbing to the freezing temperatures.

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Wales observed West Virginia from a distance.

West Virginia was preoccupied, gathering supplies and completely unaware of the danger lurking nearby. Wales crept closer in anticipation.

Wales lunged from the shadows, wrapping his hands around West Virginia’s throat. The sudden attack caught West Virginia off guard, and he let out a choked gasp, struggling to break free.

“Wales! What're you doin'?” West Virginia gasped in a panic.

“Survivin',” Wales replied coldly, tightening his grip. West Virginia clawed at Wales’s hands, gasping for air.

Wales could feel the power surging through him, a mix of fear and determination driving him forward. “You should have seen this coming, innit?” he hissed, focusing on his target.

West Virginia’s struggles weakened, and he fruitlessly tried to push Wales off until he finally collapsed in breathlessness.

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The Cornucopia stood in the center of the arena, its mouth wide open, filled to the brim with fresh supplies. The game staff had replenished the bounty with an abundance of food, water, medical supplies, and an array of weapons, all hidden in bags and boxes.

As the gong echoed through the quiet night, tributes surged forward, a mass of bodies colliding in a frenzy of desperation. Pakistan, Bulgaria, Ukraine, Idaho, North Carolina, New York, Arizona, Lingonax, Texas, Honduras, Cyprus, Kenya, Washington, South Carolina, Colombia, Monaco, Wyoming, and Portugal fought for the items.

“Get off me, yaar!” Pakistan shouted, shoving Idaho aside as he lunged for a backpack filled with medical supplies.

Arizona grabbed a box of food and a frying pan, but before he could secure it, Texas tackled him to the ground, wrestling for control. “I saw it first!”

Arizona picked up the frying pan and smacked Texas with it. His head rang from the impact and he fell to the ground, unconscious. Arizona then stood up and stomped Texas' neck just to make sure he was really dead.

Lingonax spotted a shiny revolver among the scattered weapons. He dove for it, fingers wrapping around the handle just as someone tried to wrestle it from him.

“Let go!” he growled, pulling it free and aiming it into the fray.

Colombia and South Carolina fought side by side, each grabbing what they could. South Carolina managed to snag a bag of food, tossing a few items toward Colombia. “We need to move, now!”

Lingonax had other plans, however. In a swift motion, he took aim and fired, the shot echoing ominously through the chaos. The bullet struck Pakistan squarely in the chest. He gasped before collapsing to the ground.

“Пакистан!” Ukraine shouted, but his cry was drowned out by the commotion.

Lingonax didn’t hesitate. He turned his weapon towards New York, who was trying to grab a spear. Another shot rang out, and New York fell, lifeless before he even hit the ground.

“Stop 'im!” North Carolina yelled, charging at Lingonax.

But Lingonax was quicker. He fired again, the bullet finding its mark. North Carolina stumbled and fell to his death.

Another group of tributes emerged to partake in the scuffle. Morocco, Alabama, Malta, Liberia, Wisconsin, Spain, Luxembourg, Uganda, United Arab Emirates, Jamaica, Connecticut, Illinois, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Somalia, Louisiana, Switzerland, United States, Bangladesh, India, Finland, Chad, and Botswana charged toward the Cornucopia.

“Gettings out of mine way!” Morocco demanded, pushing through the throng, eyes locked on the weapons.

“Make way!” Alabama socked Morocco in the face, his focus on the food supplies.

Lingonax, still gripping his revolver, realized the fight was intensifying, and he quickly scanned the crowd for potential threats.

Wisconsin and Louisiana found themselves caught in the chaos. As the new tributes flooded in, the sheer weight of bodies was overwhelming. They stumbled and fell, unable to get back up as the tide of competitors rushed over them.

“Help!” Wisconsin cried, but her voice was lost in the cacophony.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them became a chaotic stampede. Feet trampled over Wisconsin and Louisiana, the desperation of survival driving the crowd forward.

Lingonax fired another shot into the fray, but it was too late. The screams of the two tributes were drowned out by the chaos.

The scene devolved into utter pandemonium. Tributes wrestled over bags, weapons clashed, and shouts of desperation filled the air. Lingonax took advantage of the disarray, firing shots arbitrarily into the crowd, striking Puerto Rico, Alabama, and Switzerland.

Uganda yelled, narrowly dodging a swinging fist from Spain as he lunged for a weapon. Portugal marginally ducked a bullet from trigger-happy Lingonax. Portugal then ran as fast as he could away from the Cornucopia to try to find England.

Number of Tributes Remaining: 110/112

After Day 2 and Night 2, it appears that Districts 3, 4, 12, 18, 25, 28, 44, 48, 51, 53, 56, 58, 64, 80, 82, 83, 84, 90, 91, 92, 96, and 99 have been eliminated entirely. Better luck next time!

Part 3 out soon. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed.