The Fandom Games

Day One

After the fiasco of the Cornucopia, we join the ever fabulous Ghirahim, with his diamond obsession and flamboyant behaviors. He observed the surrounding trees casually, positive that if anyone were to emerge, he was well prepared. Soon, he heard whispering from a nearby clearing. Teleporting closer he peered in, only to find Bruce Banner, Tom Hiddleston, and the one who made pies, conversing amongst themselves.

"I really don't want to kill anyone. Do I need to kill anyone? I don't like killing... I don't kill. Well, not anymore..." Ned trailed off, staring awkwardly at the other two who had expressions of slight wariness on their faces.


"I swear it was an accident, an only happened a couple times!"


That made it worse. And Ned, after a few moments of panicked flip-flopping, darted off into the bushes. Bruce and Tom looked at each other.

Bruce shrugged and resumed working on something that he was currently hunched over. Ghirahim decided that now was the time to strike. Teleporting in front of the two men, he laughed evilly, and just as he was about to strike, the unexpected happened.

He was set on fire. Unfortunately for him, he was unable to think fast enough to preserve his life.

As it turns out, the item Bruce had been hunched over was Molotov Cocktail. While the act was in motion, Tom let out a shriek and followed the same path as the shamed Ned had just a few minutes ago, leaving Bruce to contemplate his actions alone.

Tom eventually found a place to rest. Having found an acceptable place for a fire, he set down the supplies he had gathered from the Cornucopia and went to look for sticks.

And that was how the raiding team- consisting of the Joker, Melkor, Khan, and (strangely enough) Glorfindel- found it. Needless to say, Tom returned to nothing but a red bandanna, lying inconspicuously on the forest floor.

If one were to walk a short distance west of there, the would find the other Dark Lord, sitting on a log while sullenly hacking away at a stick, which eventually formed into a rather flimsy wooden spear. Not that it was his fault... he was a smith! He made metal things, not wooden ones! ... At least, that's what he told himself...

Moriarty was having an equally unfortunate time. Finding himself starving, and no other tributes nearby whom he could steal from, he too had made a spear and was attempting to kill a fish... It wasn't working too well. He was momentarily distracted from his task when Lee Pace ran by, screaming, followed closely by the strange creature known as Yoda and a hail of projectiles.

Let us rewind.

Lee Pace was attempting to rationalize with the Gamemakers, shouting up at the sky. Eventually they got annoyed by his rationalities and began to shoot darts at him.

"You can't just force people to kill each other! It's morally wrong!" Lee hollered as he crouched behind a rock. "NOT TO MENTION IT'S TERRIFYING!"

Enter Yoda, who nearly gave poor Lee a heart attack. "AARRRGH GREEN ALIEN MAN!" he screamed, wheeling around and running away from both Yoda and the projectiles. He didn't notice Moriarty, standing mid-stab in a creek, staring at them in surprise, and he certainly didn't notice the tree that he ran into, effectively knocking him unconscious.

As he opened his eyes, Lee had another close encounter with a heart attack.

"GREEN ALIEN MAN PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" he shrieked.

Yoda rolled his eyes.

"Eat you I will not. Saying merely that I agree with you am I."

"Um... huh?" Lee was lost.