CPHG CHAPTER

  Shivers run up my spine from what just happened to Elp. I didn't even know Fishy was that violent. "The deed is done!" Fishy stated cheerfully. We carry on like we just didn't see Elp get slaughtered by Fishy's bare hands. "Maybe we should set up camp near a river or stream. You know, to have instant access to water." Wail said. "Yeah and maybe we could kill some tributes in the process!" I chirped. "..." No reply. Was it something I said? Huh. "I kinda want some Canadian Bacon right now..." Daisy claimed with hungry eyes. "That isn't even bacon! IT'S JUST HAM!" Fishy countered. "Call it what you want." Daisy snapped.

                                                                       

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    After a few hours of wandering around like a couple of lost stalkers who have lost their subject, we found a pretty decent place to set up camp. The site didn't seem touched so it was safe to put our weapons down and make a little igloo. We were all pretty sure we weren't going to stay here forever so we just made it out of the only resource available; grass. "Um. Anyone know how to weave?" Gloobert questions as we get possibly all the grass out of the section. It's like someone took a giant vacuum and sucked all the grass out of it. "I'll do it." Wail says blankly.