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thearena2014-06-26 11:07 pm
blinddrunkenmaster) wrote in thearena2014-06-26 11:07 pm
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The only trophy you deserve... Catastrophe. [Closed]
Who| Kota and Bro
What| Kota's dying
Where| Somewhere secluded, near the lake
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Kota's going to die and will be affected by the hellarena, so gore and bodyhorror are to be expected.
He should have seen that coming. There was no way the natural water and food supplies in the town would be safe forever; and now he was paying the price. The water Elsa had given him was now long gone, the bottle empty and useless. The lake had become the only source of water he could find that seemed to be safe enough. His food sources had been faring poorly for even longer; the food he'd been given had ran out, and he'd survived through scavenging for canned goods in the abandoned buildings and rationing them.
Clearly, he was wrong at how safe it all was to eat.
Somehow, despite how cold the water had been, the heat was affecting him more than ever. He was more on edge than ever, his skin was starting to slowly peel away, layer by layer, as if his sweat was chipping away at it.
Whatever was happening to him, it wasn't good. Kota could only hope it was temporary. With that in mind, he fought through the anxiety and went to find somewhere he could hide and ride out this feeling until he was well enough to move again.
What| Kota's dying
Where| Somewhere secluded, near the lake
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Kota's going to die and will be affected by the hellarena, so gore and bodyhorror are to be expected.
He should have seen that coming. There was no way the natural water and food supplies in the town would be safe forever; and now he was paying the price. The water Elsa had given him was now long gone, the bottle empty and useless. The lake had become the only source of water he could find that seemed to be safe enough. His food sources had been faring poorly for even longer; the food he'd been given had ran out, and he'd survived through scavenging for canned goods in the abandoned buildings and rationing them.
Clearly, he was wrong at how safe it all was to eat.
Somehow, despite how cold the water had been, the heat was affecting him more than ever. He was more on edge than ever, his skin was starting to slowly peel away, layer by layer, as if his sweat was chipping away at it.
Whatever was happening to him, it wasn't good. Kota could only hope it was temporary. With that in mind, he fought through the anxiety and went to find somewhere he could hide and ride out this feeling until he was well enough to move again.