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Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

Good show Vilageidiotx! Looking folward to next time.

This was my first time spectating these games. How long have you been doing this? You're quite good at commentary.

@BrokenPromise

Aaron started doin them here about this time last year. He did them at first, then I did one and people liked it so we started alternating in the summer, then he got bored of them in the fall and I started doing them.

Imma drop a bunch of links on you know because imma really want them in a couple of weeks and there is nothing easier than just being able to go back to the last thread and grab them. So listed below is the Spam Hunger Games Anthology.

This is the first two games Aaron did. HaleytheRandom won the first and Chapatrap won the second.

This is the third one done by Aaron. Phantom of the Opera won.

The Election Year Games was the first one I did, and the first one with a hard theme. Mr Rogers won.

Aaron's next run was the History themed games, which marked the first time custom events were added. Not So Rare Trump Pepe won.

My second was the Fourth of July games, which is the first time all of the events were customized. Betty White won.

Aaron then did the Summer Games. Clocktower Echoes won.

Next I did the Halloween Games. Shoryu Magami won, despite having been legitimately mad he was added in the first place.

On top of that there are three others. This all sorta started when Aaron did a Hunger Games in the OOC of our RP using our RP characters, making the Precipice Games sorta the first one, just not the first Spam one, so I am not counting its winner as a champion. The other two were false starts. First, Foxes took a whack at doing some games, but he wasn't used to how awkward the BrantSteele website is and he lost it all, so we never got close to the finish. The last weird one was when Aaron started a Back to School games in September, in which he collected the tributes but never actually started the Games, making an even falser start.

So that's the long and short of it. I'm collecting this list because the next games will involve those eight official winners, plus forty people collected the normal way except for some stricter rules (probably something like they either had to have appeared twice in previous games, or they have to be a person closely associated with 2016).

I have mononucleosis and I'm stuck at home please entertain me

my momma taught me not to french kiss public water fountains

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

This is it, the last post of the holiday games. Time to settle down with some mood music, roast your chestnuts, and place your bets, because only one person is coming out of this alive.



Baby Jesus really fucking likes cookies. He killed Papa Smurf for some last time, and now he makes his own. Will anything on heaven or earth satisfy his unnatural hunger?

Ursula's womanly wiles apply to lizard-things, and she convinces Bowser to help her slay Dr Light. A fruitcake to the heart of this is-he isn't-he snow beast does it, and Dr Light is out of the running. Now there are only four.

Cynder hums a creepy song. She has goodwill, she has good cheer, can she turn these things into good murder?



What is Cynder's game plan? She takes Bowser away from Ursula and shows him how to bake. What is in the crust? What can it do? Cynder has been a capable player thus far, so I suspect she has something up her sleeve.

Baby Jesus must not have stopped at stealing cookies when he plundered the corpse of Papa Smurf. The amount of alcohol Papa carried was more than enough to knock the feet from under a bull elephant, so naturally it finishes off an infant. Jesus's death means this Christmas is no longer about him.

Ursula eats turkey. She is running out of men, Bowser being temporarily in the service of Cynder, and Jesus being dead. Turkey will substitute.



Jesus and the Doctor are gone. That leaves us with Bowser, Ursula, and Cynder.



Ursula quietly hums to herself, and Bowser wonders openly about his relationship with he holidays.

Cynder, however, is taken out of the game by a brutal gangland wassailing.

That means it is time, folks. Two contestants yet draw breath, Ursula and Bowser. Who will it be? Ponder that. Bounce the question around in your head a bit. Will the seductive Ursula prove that other skills can be applied to the game? Or will it be Bowser, who after killing Krampus on the second day laid low until the end of the games when he came out as an unexpected power player?

Make your guess, then click the hider below.

The Winner!

The blood freezes on the eleventh night, and the twelfth day of Christmas dawns on Bowser, the lone winner of the holiday games. I think we've learned an important lesson here: seduction and sexuality have limited powers against unidentified reptile beings.

This means that Bowser will join those lucky few who will fight at the end of the month in our Championship round. Check Spam sometime right after Christmas to see Bowser, Mr Rogers, Not So Rare Pepe Trump, and others compete against a more restricted nominee pool in what will be one of the more specialized and unique attempts at Hunger Games.

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Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

We've reached the penultimate episode. Nine of our forty eight contestants still survive. Half of them will die this day.



Bowser sleeps soundly through the night despite the sound of Baby Jesus and Clint talking just outside his door.

Ursula convinces a drunken Papa Smurf to return Christmas to its Christmas origins, and the lech goes along Clirkus Lane defacing all the signs.

The Elvenqueen and Cynder, our last surviving RPG tributes, share a figgy pudding.

Dr Light and Woody Guthrie also talk TV, talking until the sun comes up on day 8.



Ursula arms herself for the final show-down.

The game has called Elvenqueen plump, and now it calls her mean, though to be honest I never got either of those things from her character. I think the game is bullying her.

Baby Jesus finds Papa Smurf defacing signs in his name and, unimpressed, kills him for some cookies.

Cynder is pretty happy, as soon will be Woody once his pie is done.

Dr Light tries to take out Bowser, but his icicle attack is imprecise and he leaves Clint dead on the ground.



Papa Smurf got farther then he deserved. Clint too was never an exciting contestant. With these two down, there are only seven more survivors.



The Elvenqueen and Cynder, our two RPG survivors, do seem to have struck up a friendship, and they share a shelter.

Bowser has forgiven Dr Light for his attempted murder, and they've teamed up with the little gangsta who killed Papa Smurf in order to kill Woody Guthrie. Six more survive.

Ominously, watching it all from a distance, Ursula quietly hums jingle bell rock and plans her next move.



The game really does hate The Elvenqueen, and it kills her in a bloody wassail.

Cynder, Bowser, and the Baby Jesus take an unexpected break and decorate the depopulated halls one last time.

Ursula gets five rings. Knowing her play style, these are likely five seperate marriage proposals.

Dr Light gets his shopping done, apparently so sure he will survive that he goes about his business as if the games are already done.



Two more down. Five people survive now: Baby Jesus, Ursula, Bowser, Dr Light, and Cynder. One of these will be our champion, and will go on to fight in the New Year championship round at the end of the month. Who will it be? That will be revealed next time, in the last post of the Holiday Games.

What are you guys planning on getting me for Christmas?

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Can't I have eight or nine identical things instead?

@Awson

Maids a' milking it is then.

What are you guys planning on getting me for Christmas?

a partridge in a pear tree

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

Honestly, Spore probably does suck, and I'm giving it too much credit because it's a very charming kind of suck, but usually that's because it's a "So bad it's good" kind of feeling, which I don't get from Spore. I guess it kind of railroads you into playing a certain way early on, and it can be hard and expensive to switch between playstyles, which ticked off a lot of people... But I ended up liking it better than the Sims, which I've been told is a very decent game, and it's something I agree is a very decent game. Not least because of all the fetish fuel. Sometimes Spore taps into that as well, actually.

@Sombrero

Spore is a good example of why EA sucks though. It was a great idea, and in the execution you could see what it could ended up being if given the sort of attention good games get, but at the end of the day they created the hollow shell of that good idea instead of fleshing it out.

I liked the creator and seeding system. That was probably the best part of what they ended up making. The actual game play was like a series of shitty arcade games leading up to a lazy 4x space explorer, but the novelty that came from meeting other people's creations, and seeing them, and playing them when it came to adventures, what pretty clever. I think I played the game part for maybe a month, but I played with the creators for thereabout two years.

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

Sit down, put on a festive record, and warm yourself by the fire as you take in the carnage.



Cynder has a melodramatic sleep. The Equestrian guard injures himself yet again, and tends to one of his many wounds. Bing spends the night alone with a hefty portion of fried rice. Then Chunk and Sloth...



Killed by elves? What horrifying creatures would destroy such beautiful purity? The death of Chunk and Sloth marks a moment where our games go from brutal to devastating. Santa dying was sort of sad, but this? This is gut wrenching. My gut is being wrenches as I type this. It's wrenching.

Woody Guthrie, unaware of this horror, lays down his sweet head, as visions of sugar plums dance in The Elvenqueen's head.

Papa Smurf finds himself defending a Turkey. Unlike the Wicked Witch's, I suspect Papa's turkey will be absolutely drenched.

Witch Cat, so stunned by the death of Chunk and Sloth, prepares to go home.

Ursula kills Putin with one of her sweaters. Putin, his gay apparel donned, his chestnuts roasted, greets death like an old friend, perhaps one he used to deck halls with back in his hall decking days.

Jesus, having been left with a frozen tongue by Frosty, now plays the same trick on Dr Light. Dr Light was once thought to be made of snow, but this seems to disprove that supposition.



It's the feast! Material is replenished and the survivors decide how they are going to respond.

Papa Smurf, Clint, and Cynder grab Burma. Clint and Burma had just the night before been allies in attempt to yoink Papa's turkey, but Clint abandons the Southeast Asian nation-state in favor of an alcoholic with a wet bird.

Most people stay hidden, though Jesus steals the Elvenqueen's egg nog. The Equestrian Guard's long pacifist run is ended when Bing Crosby bashes his head in with a turkey leg that may or may not have came from his Chinese take out. Everybody else stays hidden.



Papa Smurf camoflages himself as an elderly lush with red clothing. Dr Light is happy despite having just had his tongue frozen to a pole. Perhaps he is snow after all? Clint just takes a moment to chill.

Bing Crosby, being a larger than life celebrity, kills an entire nation when he falls down. They both die as a result.

Baby Jesus makes a toy version of his childhood. Bowser roasts his nuts.

Ursula murders the Witch Cat. I think the Witch Cat's attempt to steal Ursula's sex kitten title in the OOC offended Ursula, and she stakes her claim as number one diva in all the games.

The Elvenqueen stops moping and steals some chestnuts. Nearby, Woody Guthrie arms himself with cake.



The death of Chunk and Sloth alone is enough to make this the heaviest toll of all. Still, many other lives have been lost, and we must pay tribute to the dead by making sure all but one of the survivors die in short order.

Hunger Games: Happy Holidays Edition

Been distracted by holiday stuff and dying car batteries, so sorry for the delay. But here we are again! Let's kill some folk!



Bert dies. He saved Santa, killed Ash, and came upon a midnight clear. He did not deserve to die, but he died, because that is the way of the world and gladiatorial fights to the death.

As some Judaism takes place, somewhere in another room a drunken Papa Smurf burns his blanket. Probably stumbled and dropped the candle. Thus dies snuggie, who listened to people's inner most thoughts and helped them sneak up on people to kill them. RIP.

Santa dies sad and alone. Merry fucking Christmas.

Putin roasts his chestnuts. These are probably the chestnuts he helped steal from frosty, which means he is roasting hot chestnuts.

Emoticone overeats and passes out.

Then Baby Jesus fucking nails it and sticks himself right in the middle of the correct event. This is a Christmas miracle fit for the good book itself.

Cynder misses the lovable funsters Chunk and Sloth. And really, who isn't having a blue christmas if Chunk and Sloth aren't around?

The Equestrian Royal Guard gives Witch Cat a place to stay for the night, which is another unexciting even for ERC.

Frosty tries to blow up a Turkey, remembers he is a snow man, but 'members to late and is obliterated by the first splatter of oil. All that was left of him was a corn-cob pipe, a button nose, and two eyes made out of cole.

Just remember, if you did not doubt it, that Bowser will be at your door before Christmas. Don't even worry about him not showing up. He will be there.

Dr. Light hurts Ernie and leaves him to die in the cold. This has been a brutal day on Sesame street. That's one puppet dead, two puppets dead. This deadly day has been brought to you by the number two.

Clint gets in an epic anime-style fight with Bloody Charles, and it takes a fully charged spirit of christmas attack to destroy the killer boy for good.

Ursula makes some cookies.



Bing Crosby searches for Clirkus. Ursula, taking her gingerbread cookies out of the oven, goes to the door to find some freshly packaged yellow snow. Whether or not sure likes enjoyed this gift is anybody's guess.

Papa Smurf, leaving the burnt to a crisp snuggie as ashes in the hall, goes outside, takes a swig, and breathalyzes the morning air.

Dr Light, having just left a dying Ernie to freeze to death, gently pats nutmeg into Jesus's cuts and lacerations.

Not everyone in this game apparently believes that anything as wholesome as Chunk and Sloth can exist. The Witch Cat knows they exist, but apparently think they are a single snow-constructed entity, like "Chunkand Sloth the Snowman".

Five rings to Cynder in murder-kitchen of stone.

Burma finds an Emoticone passed out from too much turkey and, on a lark, as a gag, just a prank, stuffs Emoticone full of turkey until he dies. Because it's funny, right guys? Like, he ate too much turkey, so I killed him with turkey? Get it?

Clint apparently has gay apparel, and he wears it alongside four other gayly dressed tributes just tryin' to survive.

Bowser, on his way home, stubs his toe and covers it in pie filling.



A lot of child-hoods took a beating here. Remember as you look at this sad list that, no matter how much childhood lays dead on the field, seven months ago Mr. Roger triumphed in the Election Year Games.