(PLEASE NOTE BEFORE YOU READ: There is a lot to read- it took me so long to type under pressure, please be considerate of this when reading it. ) ~Sheri's Gamemaker Session~ Words: 1501 Letters: 8013 Interview score: 5/5 Parade score: 5/5 Gamemaker score: 8.5/12 OoO Sheri paced outside the gamemaker's room, waiting for the tribute before her to come out. She was nervous. No- that was an understatement. She literally felt like she could collapse to the ground from all of this. The games were closer than ever now. The reality was starting to sink in, as her turn grew closer. She could feel her paws trembling and shaking. She couldn't go in like this. She forced herself to calm, to take a deep breath. It would be over soon. This was the easy part. She knew that. She forced the shaking in her paws to stop. Returning to her pacing to keep her busy as she allowed her thoughts to slip through for a moment. She'd heard- not sure if it was true...that the gamemakers got pretty rowdy as time went on. Being trapped in a small box with a bunch of other cats and tons of food and wine, would do that to a cat. That was what she figured. She scrapped her claws on the floor, it couldn't be more than a couple minutes before she was in there, and she really hoped the things she had heard weren't true. It was all she could do. Really. The doors swung open, and the other cat walked out. Sheri didn't bother to look at them, it wouldn't help her nerves. She pushed the door open, and padded inside. The lights were straight over head, and were so bright. It was almost blinding. She hated it. Blinking in the light, she glanced over at the gamemakers. Her suspicions were correct. True to form, the gamemakers were super over it. Sheri stared harder, waiting for one of them to notice her. Was that one in the back passed out? Sheri held back a laugh at their pathetic behavior, but it also had her annoyed. Would any of them even watch her? Or were they to caught up in their own thing to even notice her? Sighing, she padded over to the fighting station, where there was a small dummy in place. Lets get this over with, she thought to herself, as she walked up to it. Crouching down, she sprung onto it, knocking it in the head, and digging her claws in. She clamped her jaws down onto the stuffing's neck, ripping the head clean off. Well. That was a bit more violent than she was going for. But. Ok. She let go of the head, letting it drop and the stuffing to spill out onto the floor. She glanced over at the gamemakers. Nothing. No one had even noticed her. Even for how violent and way too quick that had been. No one had batted an eye. Sheri seethed. She was one with her life on the line! They had out to pay attention, and not behave like kittens on a sugar crash. She hissed softly under her breath. No matter. She could just do something else. She padded over to the herb station, she hopped that a few of them had at least glance over at her. She stepped up to the test. She immediately recognized the first herb on the screen. Watermint. Multiple choice questions. This would be easy. Blazing through the questions in a blur, she waited of the results to come up on screen, had she selected Hemlock for that one question? Whatever, it was just one question. It would be fine. The answer came up on screen, 98% percent. Not bad. Could be better- Sheri couldn't tell if it had been the Hemlock question or not, but either way, she could go back and do some review before the games started. She glanced over at the gamemakers again. OK. NOW it was annoying. Half of them were asleep now. She sighed, defusing her anger again. It was fine. This was fine. She didn't care what score she got....did she? Still...they could have a little more respect for the cats that were going to keep them entertained with all their little prissy frills. She couldn't help but glare over at them and bare her teeth. She didn't care if it was the one thing they saw from her. You know what? Fri/ck this. Sheri stormed up to the platform, and took the microphone that should have been used for announcements. It wasn't. This would do. If she would get any attention from them, it would be for this. Perfect- either way she'd get their attention, and leave them awake for the next tribute. She knew that tribute wouldn't know about this, but she was doing them a favor- at least she figured. A few gamemakers had woken up from their drowsy sleep. These few had noticed her grab the mircophone. They stared at her, dumbstruck. What was she doing? At least, that's what it looked like they were thinking. Sheri didn't know, they could still be thinking about what they were going to have for breakfast tomorrow. Sheri scowled and stomped on the floor with a paw, waking a few more up. Good. There were enough of them. Sheri's eyes grew a light, an angry and defiant light, that seemed to glow a red shade in the high contrast lighting of the room. (+)
(+) She opened her mouth, looking them dead in the eyes. She spoke, " Would like to sing a song for you all! Sense you seem not to be entertained by violence, you uncultured swine." A few of them looked shocked that she would use this kind of language, and others nodded their heads, as if she weren't talking to them as well. Sheri stomped her paw on the floor, as if telling them to follow her with the beat. The idiots, they followed, clapping along. Sheri bared her teeth in a snarl, " I call it, When they Welded my with their Torch!" She said, her stomping getting faster, "Painful screams~! Painful words! Thirsting for any water, even if it's drowned in poison! Kept to this prison, this blacksmith's hammer and shack. This burning place! I was dipped into scorching flames. Burned, banged, shoved down. Suffocated! Welded to fit their mold!" Sheri's voice nearly strained with emotion, she wanted to go home, and this only reminded her of it. So be it, she allowed tears to slip down her cheeks, the light still in her eyes as she continued to look them in the eyes. They stared, understanding the lyrics, they glanced at each other, as if to assure one another that this was just a fluke. Sheri couldn't help but laugh under her breath, it wasn't. Opening her mouth to sing again. Sing again of the pain. "They beat me with their hammer! Of steal. But I'm used to it! It's all I've ever known. It numbs my body, leaving it wasted.~ And my screams? I can barely hear them! Screams of pain! Screams that mean fire, and screams that mean thunder! Welding me with their torch, tossed into their flames, burning, burning, burning. Burning in my own pain while they watch! They watch, they mold me like a toy, like a tool, like a sword. I was tossed into their fires, and one day- It will be thing that is their Reckoning! They'll leave me to burn, to suffer! According to them- I'm not fixed yet. I'm not molded yet. I'm not fixed yet! They all leave me to burn! I will be tossed into their fires! And they will weld me with their torch. Time and time again. One day~ You know what?? I will escape their torch! And you know what I will do? I will set the blacksmith's house, Aflame! BURN IT ALL. BURN IT ALL! Ashes and lava~ and it will burn, and boil. It will burn, and they will boil! And they, will feel, what I felt! WHEN THEY WELDED ME WITH THEIR TORCH!" Sheri finished. The fury from the song, she felt it. It was hers. She was proud of it. She didn't care about their reaction. The gamemakers? They were one small thing. In the grand scheme of things. She didn't care if they made her life terrible in the arena. She couldn't care anymore. She was ready for this. The arena. For real now. Stomping her paw on the ground one last time, she whipped around and stormed out of the gamemaker's room. She felt good. Unstoppable, in fact. She knew she wasn't, but she allowed herself to feel good in the moment. She deserved this. She'd been the good girl all her life. You can't be good when you have to take someone out, so she outta prepare herself for that. It was how she was going to survive- if she even did. She'd get as far as possible.....try her best. She guessed everyone would see how that went. Weather or not that was good.. was debatable. For now, prepare. The arena was coming. They'd all have be ready for it when it did. _____________________________________________ Credits: Art: Me Music: Humans- By KLOUD Characters: Sheri (and the gamemakers) Program used: AggLie Time taken: 10 hours (Drawing + Plus writing) _____________________________________________ Please note that the effects used in the picture didn't actually happen, they are just being used to convey emotion!
