The Fandom Games

The Cornucopia

The podiums slowly lifted the twenty-four tributes into the light. They blinked at their surroundings and at each other. They were stood on the top of a horseshoe shaped hill, the Cornucopia shimmering a short ways from the base, and an Evergreen forest visible beyond. The clock began counting down and the tributes began to eye each other suspiciously.

The horn sounded and they leapt into action.

Wundy and Rousy hightailed it towards the trees, ignoring the Cornucopia entirely (probably due to their total lack of combat skills).

Loki was right behind them, not giving the giant horn a second glance. He figured that he would sneak back later and steal the leftovers. Thranduil, however, rushed right in, snatching the nearest bag and sprinting away, trying desperately not to trip over his majestic robes. Hopefully he knew how to work explosives...

Tom, Ned, and Bruce immediately teamed up (they felt as if they were kindred spirits) and together they gathered all they could hold, fending off any other tributes that got near them. Benedict grabbed a sickle that was lying nearby and darted up a hill to the right.

Moriarty considered briefly going towards the fray. He made a face to himself and muttered, "Nah..." before darting off into the forest. Meanwhile, his fellow district member was beating Sauron into a bloody pulp over a bag that they had grabbed at the same time.

"Give." Kick. "It." Kick. "To." Kick. "Me," the clown snarled, kicking the curled up Maiar in the back with each word.

"Fine! Fine! TAKE THE BAG!" Sauron howled, throwing it at the Joker and staggering off into the woods, threatening fiery doom to everyone (including Melkor, who had run off empty-handed long ago) the whole way. The Joker sniggered and began rifling through his prize.

Tony Stark and Obi-Wan totally ignored each other; the Force telling Obi-Wan to run and Tony's gut telling him to go grab that awesome pair of sais. "No guns? Cheapskates.." he muttered sullenly, twirling the swords and nearly cutting his head off.

Lee had snatched a bottle of alcohol and a rag, having no idea what to do with either, and flailed his way into the forest, Legolas bounding after him screeching, "WHY ARE THEY KILLING EACH OTHER? SHOULDN'T WE BE KILLING THEM? YOU'RE FABULOUS, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!" Lee briefly considered throwing the bottle of alcohol into the blonde's face.

The Force had also told Yoda to ignore the slaughter, and he slowly made his way to the trees, everyone ignoring him (partly from the Force, partly from them not having the heart to hurt him). Thorin had done the opposite, purely out of spite for all those who ran in cowardice (or intelligence) and ran straight in, grabbing a bag of dynamite and jogging away triumphantly, yet somehow, still fuming.

Khan and Glorfindel found a stash of water, both grabbed some and Khan ran up the hill. Glorfindel cried a bit as he dashed into the woods, but he made it safely, which he supposed he should be lucky for.

Ghirahim had long ago been chased off by a harpoon-gun-wielding Spock, who had taken over the entire Cornucopia. He chased off Tom, Ned, and Bruce who decided they would hang out together for just a bit longer.

Only time would tell how the rest of the day would progress...

a/n: Ok. this chapter was horrible. But, I wanted to get it out.... Hopefully it will go way more smoothly and not be so choppy *cringe*

Rousdower out_