Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170627173526

As I watch Lua bash a rock into a somewhat dagger-like shape, I'm oddly taken aback at how simple that was.

"Yeah," I say, watching her exit the cave. I trail after her as I lower my voice a little, in hopes I won't be too loud. "I'm sure we won't have much a problem finding sticks here." I say, attempting to make a lighthearted joke. Or even just a comment to brighten the mood. Because, if you think about it, people can't be happy in here. It's an Arena that forces you to kill other people. It's not enjoyable. You are killing innocent people. Kids. I can't imagine what the parents of the innocent 12, 13 year olds must feel when their kid's name gets called out from the card that gets chosen. To an extent, you should just accept your child's fate and know that there is an extremely slim chance of them surviving. If at all.

"I'll go get something." I exclaim towards Lua. Not too loud where other people or animals can hear it, but not too quiet where she is unable to hear what I said. With that, I clutch the dull butcher knife into my hand tighter than I did before. But then the realization hits me. This thing is as dull as a leaf!. I express my anger both inwardly by swearing and outwardly by sighing and rolling my head back to look up directy at the tree tops. I walk over not but a half of a foot and pick up a rock. Nothing too special, just jagged and an orange and greyish color. I fumble with it in my hand for a few seconds before I glide the rock acros my knife's edge. I have to repeat this action for a solid 2 minutes before I am finished with a sharp knife. Not as sharp as I would like for it to be, but, it's better than nothing and it can surely kill prey.

I begin to take tedious, very quiet steps as I cautiously look down at the ground. I have to make sure there are no twigs, branches, or dry leaves in my path. Or, if there is, I have to avoid them. Animals have amazing hearing, especially rabbits. Which is what I'm hoping to get at least two of, but I won't complain if I'm able to hunt anything else.

At last, I see it. Standing almost perfectly in the sun. The sun is cutting through leaves and forms a jagged shape onto the forest floor where the rabbit just so happens to be feasting upon a leaf. I begin to smile, probably looking insane, as I creep up on it. This is the time where I wish I had my bow and arrow. I could shoot it from afar and not startle it at all. But now I have to make a decision, considering the absence of the bow and arrow. Do I run up to it and stab it? Do I throw the knife, hoping it pierces into it's heart? I guess I'll just have to go with my instincts and chuck it at the thing. Which I do. And my outcome is pleasing. Just as I had hoped, the knife went right through the rabbits back. I feel a pang of guilt as it falls to the ground, releasing one last squeal. I walk over to it, thank an unknown person, pick up the deceased prey, and wipe the blood from the rabbit onto my jeans.