I ship Taylor Swift and Aquaman.

I ship Taylor Swift and Aquaman.

Aquaswift.

at least before I died, I got my hands on fiscal policy and managed to usher in glorious communism

We head into night and really find no action. I fucked up somewhere in the stitching department though, that's for sure. Oh well.

Other than Kanye and Broby snuggling together, not much to comment over.



Day begins with Kanye West retreating for the shelter of home and the safety of the glowing screen of a computer to play Hearts of Iron 4. I imagine he'd play Ethiopia, but that's just me. Meanwhile outside: Andrew WK fires off his gun into the wilderness, screaming in Arabic which I imagine he just then learned.

Weapon XI seems to have given up and began deviating from the master plan he discovered at the beginning of the games. He begs Broby to kill him, but Broby is compassionate and does not. Maybe Broby is the man with the master plan here today?

Quibbles gets a free bomb from ISIS. This can't be good.

And Stephen Hawking is chosen to die, as willed by Klairre. He joins Knight Shade, who died of starvation. The arena is safer with both dead.

>Harambe wins

:,)

I ship Kanye and Broby.

I ship Kanye and Broby.

What would we call this ship?

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What would we call this ship?

Kanby? Broye? BroKan? Yes. BroKan.

#RelationshipGoals

I like to nominate Grumpy Bear, an Carebear of an epic kind.

I like to nominate Grumpy Bear, an Carebear of an epic kind.

I never thought that someone could be this late.

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I never thought that someone could be this late.

This should happen in the next Hunger Games Movie.

Didn't pay any mind. Damn it.

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This should happen in the next Hunger Games Movie.

"We are now halfway through the 666th annual Hunger Games!"
"Wait! I volunteer as tribute!"

Good morning ladies and gentlemen. As I wake up, our contestants lay down for the night. But the games are hardly over, and with a chronic lack of shit happening, I move on.



Well, what a way to start the day! Quibbles it seems has decided to stop pussy-footing around and using that explosive ISIS gave him straight up dive-bombed a large group of tributes. The 343rd Airgroup was caught totally by surprise, being entirely destroyed by a pony who may or may not have stolen one of their airplanes to dive-bomb; he not being a pegasi at all. Likewise Varionus, Andrew WK, Klairre, and Taylor Swift got swept up in the assault and have fallen to high-explosives from above.

Probably witnessing this event, Malinda May attempts to escape the arena but dies in the process. Harambe takes the opportunity and seizes the chaos attacking Broby. But Broby is smarter than your average five-year old and not only escaped, but did not fall in the guerilla pit.

Alas, in the background Weapon XI's pre-simulation simulation wasn't 100% perfect, and he failed to account for the wild-card named Kanye West. Weapon XI is brought down with a hatchet by the rapper.



As other tributes suddenly feel inspired to start murdering each other, TubberwareBowl sits back with Snoop Dog and smokes a joint while watching some nature documentaries. Boy gotta chill somewhere and somehow dawg.



The glorious dead.

>Malinda May and Taylor Swift sleep in shifts.

Shipping. Say hello to MayTay, the next hottest thing.

>Malinda May dies escaping the Arena

aww

The theme of this game appears to have become shipping and not summer.

Just now getting around to reading this and I'm crying laughing.

I'm devastated that my dog was killed by fucking Hitler, but I feel quite accomplished that I managed to off Vlad the Impaler before my time came.

I request Taaj make a mock commercial starring her dog in that vein now.

I'll work on it.

Fuck you Kanye West. Since you killed me you better win this shit.