Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-30636131-20170626200533

Alex was ready to dash away from the cornucopia the minute it was time. He thought it was stupid to linger in the middle; a death wish, a suicide mission waiting to happen. Most other people would sprint right into the chaotic battleground. Then most of those people wouldn't make it either. If  the strongest of people could get killed, how on earth would Alex make it? He's weak; he's frail; he's small. There would be no chance for him to survive even a few seconds in the cornucopia.

5...4...3... As time went down, Alex's confidence went up. He had faith in himself. Not that he could win, of course. That's crazy talk. However, he at least wanted to survive: for a good amount of time anyway. He could feel the strength build up in his legs with every second that went by. He was ready. Not for battle, but for cowardice. Slow and steady wins the race.

2... Alex breathed in heavily. Sweat was dripping down from his forehead. He trembled as he stood, yet he stayed determined to do this. Stayed determined to survive.

1... There it was. The call for battle. The call for survival. Alex immediately sprinted off into the distance, as far away from the cornucopia as possible. He isn't exactly the most... Athletic... Of people. So not only did he run not particularly so fast, but also the dash didn't really last for long. As he entered the forest, fear grew inside him, yet was overwhelmed by his excitement and determination so much that it was almost unnoticeable. The trees were high and mighty, gnarled and twisted. The forest was filled with evil vibes coming off of it. Alex could see some sort of bizzare insect, unlike any he's seen before, in a bush. The minute he saw it, he sprinted the other direction, dwelving deeper into the dark, mysterious forest. This was only the beginning of his journey. Who knows what dangers and secrets could await him?