Antarctic Termite

I admit, father, that I have sinned

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Which spammer would win the hungry games

I could
IDK
Potentially work up the balls to commit suicide before anyone gets to me? I'm surprised Peeta/Katniss were the first to try, if they really were (doubt it). Anyway, I'd be kind of stuck there since I'd pussy out on the Cornucopia and then I wouldn't be able to do anything because I definitely wouldn't have the determination to do it without a neat sharp tool, although there is an edible plant guide you get access to beforehand, so I could figure out what's toxic and go out messily that way (again, I'd be surprised if no Tribute ever tried that). Maybe I could snuggle up to some sponsor and get sent an excessively concentrated dose of heroin to make it easier but there's no way in hell the Game Masters would let that through.
tl;dr: at least the prior banquets in the capitol were good

Character Crossover Crisis City

VitaVitaAR said Well, yes, the strongest fairy.Fairy being the important part here.

Die, brain.

I love gif art.

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::: Sell my body for supplies in true Peril fashion.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Twitch was fairly fortunate. A distance warrior by nature, the beast's raging claws held no fear for him. The arc of electricity was less easily avoided. Scrabbling on all fours over a steeply sloped surface squinting every which way for a hole to crawl in, a bang ricocheted from somewhere among the mountainside, drawing his gaze for an unwary moment. A flash from behind threw his shadow over the stones as the lightning curled and cracked over his drooping tail during his glance. There was a brief and violent squeak as the rat's rear body underwent a forceful spasm, nearly flipping him frontwards. When his legs landed back on the gravel a second later, Twitch hopped convulsively, well over his standing height, landed in a licheny depression, was gone in the blink of an eye.

The new mousehole was wider than the old, shallow, littered with pebbles broken into odd forms by avalanches long forgotten. It offered little shelter from any direction except lower down the slope, where the skirmish was roaring. This was all that was really necessary, but Twitch felt unsafe nonetheless, distantly conscious of his tail curled in pain, distantly musing that his acute nose could smell his own sizzling fur, keenly aware of the firearm he'd heard discharged. His ears perked up, taking turns to listen to the beast and the rest of the slope. On one hand, words, a brazen chant that brought to mind Vladimir, Karthus... The darker mages of the League. On the other, the breeze, lifting and slowing, mundane. Left ear, roars over the sound of the crossbow winching into readiness. Right ear, a shuffle.

The chill was playing in his favour in this, gusting towards the fight, muffling sounds from that direction, carrying noise from the other. Premonition was admittedly involved; Twitch couldn't hear much of the shooter, couldn't spot them from his shallow ditch, still knew someone was there. Watching him. Aiming, presumably. A nerve jumped on Twitch's face and he hissed as he stood to release the next bolt, taking in the relevant details of the scene, aiming into the decay boiling under the caster's magic. There were far less energy flies now. Whether the mage down there had seen to them or whether they were caught in his sticky trap or whether some other fighter had killed them off, he couldn't say. Twitch bolted for the next ridge, looking for something more sheltered from the hidden shooter.

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Svenn said Termite,.... um. You're a plant. A sexy one too. You'll find that all carnivorous predators will leave you alone, unless attacked. Your attack is extremely low, but you have regeneration like your spell growth:-3m,+2h. Watch out for plant eaters.

Lovely.

::: Assume that I exist (I can't see the plant)
::: Approach the nearest shopkeeper and waggle my eyebrows

c:

Huush, I'm still at Missing. :o

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::: Request Race : Polyp

A polyp is a completely sedentary but mildly intelligent plant-like organism. It grows from a bulb with eyes. Its mycelium and twiggy appendages have limited movement but are not strong enough to shift its weight. A polyp, though immobile, is useful in that it can grow necessary items using its body, such as berry-like pustules for food, or firm fibrous shapes to use as tools. Anything a polyp produces requires an adequate supply of water and nutrients in the soil (slowly depleted over time). Giving a polyp access to more advanced nutrients (say, replanting it on a vein of iron ore or in a magic grove) will allow it to produce more advanced items. The speed at which a polyp will produce a given item depends on level.

::: Request Character: Polyp.