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The 95th Hunger Games
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It is time for another Hunger Games and you have beed picked to fight for your survival.

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(Please Join this one, it is brand new and I really want to get it going))

~Poker Wars*
*Let the Game begin~

~Plot:
There used to be two gangs the Kings and Queens; war raged between the two gangs for years. Then someone and to this day no one knows who did it; but someone started a rumor of a stitch in each group causing tension inside the gangs. Well fighting broke out inside the gangs causing them to split apart; forming four separate gangs,The Diamonds, the Hearts, the Spades and the Clubs. Now all the gangs are at war for control over the rest of Ikebukuro,Japan. The Diamonds control the north side, Hearts control the East, Spades have the south and Clubs control the west.What will happen, who will win, how many lives will be lost and who will join together to beat out the others; and out of all this war and hate could love find a way to forum or will all love be forgotten for loyalty to the gang?

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[~DoMo~]

"Many years ago, as the full moon shown bright," Nash said with an eerie tone," the inhabitants of Legend's Run heard a horrible howling. The cry of the beast wailed throughout the town. As the howling grew closer, children woke from their sleep, travlers had to control their horses, and homeowners locked their doors. The few brave souls who did venture out to investigate say they witnessed a creature never seen before--a monster standing on two legs, thin as a man, hairy as a dog, with the fangs of a wolf and the eyes of a beast."
"Ooh!" Ivy whimpered, hugging my arm.
Tall tales of werewolves ran rampant for generations in Legend's Run. It might have been because occasionally a wolf was spotted in the outlying wooded areas and in the early days there wasn't much else to do but create outlandish stories of their origin. I was a skeptic on rumors; I had the mindset that I'd have to see it to believe it. To me, there was a big line between fact and fantasy. However, hanging out here in the darkness, anything seemed possible.
"The creature appeared tormented," he continued. "It was ready to attack at any moment." Nash raised his hands as if her were the monster.
Now I clutched Ivy.
"This monstrous creature could rip a giant into tiny pieces. His bite was deadly and he could kill without warning. The townspeople tried in vain to capture and kill the monsters, but he returned, full moon after full moon. The creature couldn't be taken down with a gunshot or the threat of fire, but instead vanished into the woods."
Nash paused. "The townspeople often awoke to find their cattle missing, or in some cases dismembered."
"Gross!" Ivy exclaimed.
Abby let out an audible gasps. "Tell us more!"
"It was only a matter of time, they feared, before the monster would be coming for them.
"The residents spent the nights of the full moon living in terror," he continued, "wondering what--or who--would be the beast's next victim."
"I can't take anymore," Ivy said, covering her ears.
The darkness played with our imaginations. I spotted Dylan and Jake eying the woods as if every tree hid a stalking werewolf.
"Some dismissed the witnesses' accounts as drunken tall tales,"Nash said. "Still others swore these was only one explanation..."
We waited in trembling awe.
"A citizen of Legend's Run had become a werewolf," he concluded in a serious tone.
His words left us silent.
Then he said with a deliberate voice, "But which of their neighbors had been overtaken by the glow of the full moon was never discovered."
"No--" Abby said.
"Still, generations later, underneath a full moon, the werewolf can be seen but has never been captured," Nash instructed. "By day he is an ordinary man, descended from that unlucky citizen of Legend's Run. But by night and under the curse of the moon, his eyes turn red, his muscles bulge, his teeth grow sharp, and he is covered in fur. A half man, half wolf who is tortured by his condition and threatening to anyone in his path."
Then he looked at each of us. "Could the werewolf of Legend's Run have been one of your ancestors?" he wondered out loud.
The firelight cast ominous shadows against Nash's face, distorting his normally perfect features. His nose seemed as long as a warlock's, his ears pointy, his hair savagely spiky. His hazel eyes appeared fiery red.
He glared at us again. "Which one of us could be the Legend's Run werewolf's descendant?"
"Not me!" Abby blurted out.
Just then a grusesome howl was heard off in the distance.

Once in a Full Moon - Ellen Schreiber

-Westside-

This is the Westside, also known as Riverside, is where all the misfits live. The not-so-rich group, consisting of skaters, emos, goths and other misfits. Here, the houses are very spread apart, and you're more into the forest than the Eastsiders. These groups of people love the outdoors, and they really don't talk to the Eastsiders and they don't talk to them.

-Eastside-

The Eastside, where the rich kids live. While the poor and simple take the west, the middle and upper classes take the east. This side consists of the jocks, preps and cheerleaders. These cliques prefer to stay indoors, throwing parties whenever they could and shopping at the local mall. These people want nothing to do with Westsiders, making up gossip on them.

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=1143407

[.Apocalypse.]

Muggles have found out about wizards, and a full blown war has broken out. Muggles and wizards are evenly matched, wands vs pistols, but the next generation must be trained, and learn how to overpower the muggles without killing them all.

This is the second generation, 21 years after the books.

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[-Obsidian]

Hello and welcome to the 99th Hunger Games!

This year, we have a very special treat in-store for our 24 eager tributes. Each one will be designated their own unique comapanion, or guardian, which will aid them in the Arena, along with the normal weapons found in the Arena. However, the companions are more than just an animal friend: this year, they count as a LIFE. Yes, that's right! Each tribute has two lives - their own their companions. If only one gets killed, the tribute is still able to win. I'm sure all of you are very excited by this, and can't wait to meet your second lifeline out!

Happy 99th Hunger Games...and may the odds be ever in your favour.

The 99th Hunger Games are due to begin within a few short days. Can your tribute(s) and their animal companions survive the freezing cold alpine Arena, split viciously down the middle by a deep, sheer valley - a death-trap in the making - whilst trying to find the scarce food and being constantly hunted by both other tributes and savage packs of man-eating wolves?

Do you dare join us?
Then click the link in my signature!
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Happy Hunger games!

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Everyone's different, you have to learn to accept each other. ;D

We need members, please join! It's semi-lit. ^__^

Of course, it was another boring school day. So you got prepared to go and ate breakfast. You grabbed your bag. The house was dead silent, which wasn't normal. So you walked into your mom's bedroom and looked around. On her dresser, she left a note saying she was gone for a business trip. That meant you wouldn't get a ride to school. It was like, a mile away from your house though. You felt slightly nervous for school for no reason. Or was there one? Oh, yeah, your secret crush. You've been hiding your orientation. When would you finally open the closet? Who knows. Not soon. You'd be a loser if you did. So you walked out and slammed the door behind you after you put on your shoes. Why would your mom do this? She doesn't even have that much of a good job. It just doesn't make any sense.

Once you finally arrived at school, you almost immediately spotted your secret crush. You look away and walk over to your friends. Suddenly, the president walks out of the school and announces, There is no school today. The police are here because they are checking if anyone has drugs anywhere in the school, if we find some, we'll let you all know. Please go home. You turned around and headed home. What was the point of even waking up? You could've continued sleeping and woken up later.

Oh no, your secret crush decided to go to their friend's house. And this 'friend', they're your neighbor. Which means, your neighbor will ask you to hangout with her and your secret crush, like always. She always found you 'cool', but you really weren't. So, once turning on the corner to go on your house's street, she suddenly asked you, Hey, wanna hangout with us until later? We'll be bored as heck, we want someone to entertain us. She gave you puppy eyes and it was too late to think of an excuse, so you nodded. Yay, c'mon! She grabbed both your crush's hand and yours and pulled yous toward her house.

This was gonna be an adventure and you knew it.

[~DoMo~]

"Many years ago, as the full moon shown bright," Nash said with an eerie tone," the inhabitants of Legend's Run heard a horrible howling. The cry of the beast wailed throughout the town. As the howling grew closer, children woke from their sleep, travlers had to control their horses, and homeowners locked their doors. The few brave souls who did venture out to investigate say they witnessed a creature never seen before--a monster standing on two legs, thin as a man, hairy as a dog, with the fangs of a wolf and the eyes of a beast."
"Ooh!" Ivy whimpered, hugging my arm.
Tall tales of werewolves ran rampant for generations in Legend's Run. It might have been because occasionally a wolf was spotted in the outlying wooded areas and in the early days there wasn't much else to do but create outlandish stories of their origin. I was a skeptic on rumors; I had the mindset that I'd have to see it to believe it. To me, there was a big line between fact and fantasy. However, hanging out here in the darkness, anything seemed possible.
"The creature appeared tormented," he continued. "It was ready to attack at any moment." Nash raised his hands as if her were the monster.
Now I clutched Ivy.
"This monstrous creature could rip a giant into tiny pieces. His bite was deadly and he could kill without warning. The townspeople tried in vain to capture and kill the monsters, but he returned, full moon after full moon. The creature couldn't be taken down with a gunshot or the threat of fire, but instead vanished into the woods."
Nash paused. "The townspeople often awoke to find their cattle missing, or in some cases dismembered."
"Gross!" Ivy exclaimed.
Abby let out an audible gasps. "Tell us more!"
"It was only a matter of time, they feared, before the monster would be coming for them.
"The residents spent the nights of the full moon living in terror," he continued, "wondering what--or who--would be the beast's next victim."
"I can't take anymore," Ivy said, covering her ears.
The darkness played with our imaginations. I spotted Dylan and Jake eying the woods as if every tree hid a stalking werewolf.
"Some dismissed the witnesses' accounts as drunken tall tales,"Nash said. "Still others swore these was only one explanation..."
We waited in trembling awe.
"A citizen of Legend's Run had become a werewolf," he concluded in a serious tone.
His words left us silent.
Then he said with a deliberate voice, "But which of their neighbors had been overtaken by the glow of the full moon was never discovered."
"No--" Abby said.
"Still, generations later, underneath a full moon, the werewolf can be seen but has never been captured," Nash instructed. "By day he is an ordinary man, descended from that unlucky citizen of Legend's Run. But by night and under the curse of the moon, his eyes turn red, his muscles bulge, his teeth grow sharp, and he is covered in fur. A half man, half wolf who is tortured by his condition and threatening to anyone in his path."
Then he looked at each of us. "Could the werewolf of Legend's Run have been one of your ancestors?" he wondered out loud.
The firelight cast ominous shadows against Nash's face, distorting his normally perfect features. His nose seemed as long as a warlock's, his ears pointy, his hair savagely spiky. His hazel eyes appeared fiery red.
He glared at us again. "Which one of us could be the Legend's Run werewolf's descendant?"
"Not me!" Abby blurted out.
Just then a grusesome howl was heard off in the distance.

Once in a Full Moon - Ellen Schreiber

-Westside-

This is the Westside, also known as Riverside, is where all the misfits live. The not-so-rich group, consisting of skaters, emos, goths and other misfits. Here, the houses are very spread apart, and you're more into the forest than the Eastsiders. These groups of people love the outdoors, and they really don't talk to the Eastsiders and they don't talk to them.

-Eastside-

The Eastside, where the rich kids live. While the poor and simple take the west, the middle and upper classes take the east. This side consists of the jocks, preps and cheerleaders. These cliques prefer to stay indoors, throwing parties whenever they could and shopping at the local mall. These people want nothing to do with Westsiders, making up gossip on them.

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The 95th Hunger Games
viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1142206
It is time for another Hunger Games and you have beed picked to fight for your survival.

[.Apocalypse.]

Muggles have found out about wizards, and a full blown war has broken out. Muggles and wizards are evenly matched, wands vs pistols, but the next generation must be trained, and learn how to overpower the muggles without killing them all.

This is the second generation, 21 years after the books.

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[eden .]

WANTED

You're a Criminal

A young adult and you've already got an impressive track record -- in crime. Thievery, arson, forgery, assault, murder. Lying is an art form. You spin new stories and characters every day. Every time you walk into the room you formulate different ways of escape. Indeed, you're probably one of the most wily and skilled people of your age. Not that it'll help you any. You're a wanted man.
At least you would be -- if you were ever caught.
Yeah, you're so awesome. You pulled off your crime without nothing but half - formed theories to follow you out of the place. No one in the general public knows your face, nor what you've done, and the government and law enforcement have circumstantial evidence at best. You ran around for a while, didn't stay too long, but after coming to this large city you figure that, with everyone around and the sheer size of the place, finding you will be like finding a needle in a haystack. You settle down, lead a rather mundane life (for the most part), and currently you're just finding your way around this place, arrogantly assuming you're home free.
You should've seen this all coming, then. You were careless.

You're a Hitter

You're the best at what you do -- for a price. Whether you're new to the entire scene or you're a veteran, you're professionally trained in the art of killing. Your reflexes are excellent, your body at the peak of physical excellene, and you're quite smart, if you do say so yourself. A gun for hire. That's what you are. Nothing but the job matters, once you get it.
As a professional, your face is unknown -- or rather, it's supposed to be. Maybe you slipped up once in your past. Wasn't really your best move. In any case, being discreet is your talent. It's no use attracting attention to yourself. After all, what you're doing, strictly speaking, isn't technically legal. In some ways you're just like the criminals...except you don't leave traces when you finish the job. And you get steady pay. That's always a plus.
Recently you've received a new job. Whether it's from a vengeful family member, a suspicious government member, or just some anonymous man offering you a good price, you set off to finish and get your dues. You expect it'll just be like any other job. Find. Kill. Clean up. Get money. Nothing new.
You've tracked your target to a large city that's infested with criminals, whether official or not, and you groan to yourself. How are you supposed to find someone in this place? But you're a professional, remember. You don't fail.

So What Happens Next?

Do you run into other criminals here? There is a school or two around, after all, and even if you've long since graduated you've made a habit of wandering popular haunts. Of course, trust really isn't much of a word to you. Still, when these killers come in, you might want to have some back - up. Don't get involved with these guys. Confrontation really isn't much of a strength of yours.

You'll probably run into some sort of competition. It's a big city, and there are lots of criminals, here. But hey, as long as they don't get in your way, you couldn't care less. But pinning this one target down might be harder than you thought. How about it, you want to make an alliance with some other hitters in the area? Of course, groups like these never last long, and you run the risk of someone knowing your face, afterwards. Still, with help you can get this job done in half the time...

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE...

ιт'ѕ α вeαυтιғυl ѕυммer αғтerɴooɴ,
αɴd тнe leттer тнαт ∂яσρѕ ιηтσ уσυя нσмє σηє ∂αу ιѕ ρєяƒєcтℓу ѕqυαяє
αη∂ мα∂є σƒ уєℓℓσωιηg ραρєя. ωнєη уσυ ριcк ιт υρ, тнє мαтєяιαℓ
ƒєєℓѕ нєανу, αη∂ тнє α∂яєѕѕ ιѕ ωяιтιηg ιη вσχє∂, туρє-ωяιтєя ѕтуℓє ƒσηт.
тнє яєтυяη α∂яєѕѕ ιѕ ѕσмєωнєяє ιη ρнσєηιχ. уσυ cαη'т ѕαу уσυ'νє єνєя вєєη
тнєяє вєƒσяє. ƒℓιρριηg тнє єηνєℓσρє σνєя, тнєяє'ѕ αη υηαѕѕυмιηg ѕєαℓ ση
тнє ℓιρ σƒ тнє ƒℓαρ, αη∂ ησт єχρєcтιηg мυcн, уσυ ρєєℓ ιт σρєη. yoυ reαd
over тнe leттer cυrιoυѕly yoυ ғιɴd тнαт ιт'ѕ αɴ ιɴvιтαтιoɴ тo αɴ eхpαɴѕιve
мαɴѕιoɴ, αɴd yoυ reαd:

∂єαя ____,

coɴɢrαтυlαтιoɴѕ! we αre pleαѕed тo welcoмe yoυ тo αɴ opproтυɴιтy oғ α lιғeтιмe. eɴcloѕed wιтн тнιѕ leттer ιѕ α plαɴe тιcĸeт тo тнe coαѕт, wнere yoυ αɴd elveɴ oтнerѕ wιll тαĸe pαrт ιɴ α coмpeтιтιoɴ ғor тнe нoυѕe ғeαтυred oɴ тнιѕ leттer.

αт тнιѕ, уσυ gℓαηcє αт тнє ριcтυяє σƒ тнє нσυѕє αη∂ уσυя ƒιηgєяѕ тιηgℓє, αη∂ α ωανє σƒ єχcιтємєηт σνєяcσмєѕ уσυ. тнαт cσυℓ∂ вє уσυя нσυѕє؟ уσυ нυηgяιℓу яєα∂ тнє ηєχт ℓιηєѕ.

тнιѕ coмpeтιтιoɴ тнαт we ѕpeαĸ oғ ιѕ qυιтe ѕιмple: ѕтαy ιɴ тнe ɢαмe! ιɴdeed, yoυ wιll вe plαyιɴɢ ғor тнιѕ нoυѕe. oɴce yoυ αrrιve, тнere wιll вe eleveɴ oтнerѕ тнαт wιll αlѕo вe wαιтιɴɢ тo recιeve тнe ɢrαɴd prιze! oғ coυrѕe, we cαɴ'т мαĸe тнιѕ eαѕy ғor yoυ, вυт αll wιll вe eхplαιɴed мore тнoroυɢнly αт тнe нoмe. we deαrly нope тнαт yoυ wιll coмe тo ɢαιɴ тнe cнαɴce тo wιɴ тнιѕ ɢreαт нoмe. reмeмвer, ιғ yoυ doɴ'т ѕeɴd ιɴ тнe αpplιcαтιoɴ вy ғrιdαy, we'll ɢιve yoυr ѕpoт тo ѕoмeвody elѕe! doɴ'т мιѕѕ oυт oɴ тнιѕ ѕpecιαl opproтυɴιтy!

тнєяє ιѕ ησ ηαмє σƒ тнє ѕєη∂єя, ησ ιη∂ιcαтιση σƒ ωнαт σя ωнσ тнιѕ σяgαηιzαтιση тнιѕ мιgнт вє, вυт уσυ cнєcк тнє α∂яєѕѕ σƒ тнє нσυѕє αη∂ ιт'ѕ αℓℓ ℓєgιтιмαтє. ιт'ѕ ∂єƒιηιтєℓу тнєяє, αη∂ тнєяє αяє єνєη ѕσмє ηєωѕ ℓєαкѕ αвσυт тнє cσмρєтιтιση ιηνιтαтιση тнαт уσυ'яє нσℓ∂ιηg ιη уσυя нαη∂ яιgнт ησω. уσυ cαη'т gєт тнє αρρℓιcαтιση ιη тнє мαιℓ ƒαѕт єησυgн. уσυ ωαιт α ƒєω тєηѕє ∂αуѕ вєƒσяє αησтнєя ι∂єηтιcαℓ ℓєттєя ƒяσм тнє ƒιяѕт ѕℓιρѕ ιηтσ уσυя нσмє. уσυ ѕηαтcн ιт υρ, ιgησяιηg тнє вιℓℓѕ αη∂ єχριяιηg ѕυвѕcяιρтισηѕ, αη∂ яєα∂:

coɴɢrαтυlαтιoɴѕ! yoυ've вeeɴ cнoѕeɴ αѕ oɴe oғ тнe elιɢιвle coмpeтιтorѕ ғor тнιѕ мαɴѕιoɴ. pleαѕe coɴтιɴυe тo тнιѕ αdreѕѕ αɴd υѕe тнe eɴcloѕed αιrplαɴe тιcĸeт. we'll ѕee yoυ ѕooɴ.

уσυ ηєαяℓу ѕqυєαℓ συт σƒ gℓєє. уσυ нανє α cнαηcє тσ ωιη тнαт мαηѕιση! αη∂, αѕ уσυ ℓσσк ωιтн ѕυяρяιѕє, тнє тιcкєт ιѕ ƒσя ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ. уσυ'νє ηєνєя ιη уσυя ℓιƒє вєєη ιη ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ. ∂єℓιgнтє∂ αт тнє ℓυcк тнє ωσяℓ∂ нαѕ ∂єcι∂є∂ тσ тняσω уσυ тσ∂αу, уσυ нυяяιє∂ℓу ραcк уσυя вαgѕ αη∂ уσυ'яє συт тнє ∂σσя ωιтнιη тнє нσυя.

ωнαт уσυ ∂ση'т кησω, σƒ cσυяѕє, ωαѕ тнαт тнєяє ωєяє σηℓу тωєℓνє ρєσρℓє тнαт ωєяє ιηνιтє∂. тнєяє ωαѕ ησ ρσσℓ σƒ ρєσρℓє тнαт тнє ℓєттєя ωαѕ ѕєηт συт тσ. נυѕт уσυ αη∂ єℓєνєη σтнєяѕ. ωнαт уσυ αℓѕσ ∂ση'т кησω ιѕ тнαт єνєяуσηє gσιηg ιηтσ тнιѕ cσмρєтιтιση ιѕ α cяιмιηαℓ. α ℓαω вяєαкєя, αℓтнσυgн тнєу мαу ησт нανє вєєη cαυgнт σя αяяєѕтє∂ ƒσя ιт. α∂υℓтєяу, ѕтєαℓιηg, ναη∂αℓιzιηg, кι∂ηαρ, мυя∂єя...ωнσ кησωѕ ωнαт ѕєcяєтѕ тнєѕє ρєσρℓє ωιℓℓ нανє؟

уσυ ωιℓℓ вє ℓєƒт αη∂ αвαη∂σηє∂ αт тнιѕ мαηѕιση ωιтн тнєѕє σтнєя єℓєνєη ρєσρℓє ωнσ, αℓтнσυgн υηвєкησωєѕт тσ уσυ, αℓѕσ нανє α ѕєcяєт тнєу'∂ яαтнєя кєєρ ρяιναтє. вυт ωнєη ѕσмєσηє ∂ιєѕ, ωнσ кησωѕ ωнαт мιgнт cσмє συт...؟

BLOODY MARY

STOP. SOME CONTENT MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN. THIS INCLUDES THEMES OF VIOLENCE AND THAT OF THE PARANORMAL. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Elizabeth Báthory was a countess from a
line of Hungarian nobility. Those of the Báthory
family possessed places of high military,
administrative, and ecclesiastical skills. Yet,
Elizabeth is well known as the most prominent
serial killer of her time. Infamous for killing
young maidens and bathing in their blood in
an attempt to stay forever young and
youthful, Elizabeth Báthory was later caught,
arrested, and later died after four years of
imprisonment.
Elizabeth Báthory was tried for multiple
counts, including murder, kidnapping, and
torture of young women from the surrounding
peasantry and gentry. The number of victims
range from 36 to 650 people. Indeed, her death
was one that brought relief to the surrounding
lands.
However, her name was passed on through the
centuries, and Elizabeth Báthory was forever
known as the "Blood Countess". While her
primitive process of gaining immortality is
now brushed off as ineffective and ridiculous,
nothing but a fantasy, but desperation, insanity,
and lack of options have driven some people to
try anything to stay alive...

Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed (1560-1614), the "Blood Countess"