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Night 1
The Martian night falls fast and cold. The air grows thin, and the red dust hardens under frost.

The Mercurii, still wounded and now desperate, tries to ambush Helia, Marzie, and Bexxi as they rest beside a flickering fire. However it is no match to the trio, and the fight is short. The Mercurii is left still in the dust.
As if nothing has happened, Helia tends to the fire, poking the embers around with the tip of the trident.


Elsewhere, the Uruplops is curled up beneath a boulder. It has no fire or warmth.

A crate lands near a ridge, where Icantwhistle and Sadbread rest. Icantwhistle heads over, to find a new hatchet. Without a word she grabs it.
The two of them heads off, when they spot a flickering light in a neaby crevice. Glade sits by the fire.
Tension lies heavy, when Sadbread and Icantwhistle appear from the shadows. Glade raises her sword, trying to scare them off. And for a moment it works, they step back.
However the two of them quickly realize that they have eachother's back.
Glade pleads the two to let her leave, but Icantwhistle steps forwards and with one swift movement she decapitates Glade.

Icantwhistle and Sadbread aren't done hunting just yet, they seem to have gotten blood on their minds. Not far from Glade's camp, they hear footsteps getting closer so they hide in the dust.
Meowmere shows up, surprised with the scene in front of her. She had not expected to find Glade here, or at least not in this state.
Before Meowmere can react, Sadbread steps out of the shadows and dust, arms raised over their head and hatchet in hand. One swift movement and Meowmere falls to her knees before landing face down into the sand.

From the top of a cliff, Cynamity watches the night unfold. He doesn’t move. The only thing on this mind is what it might feel like to win.

Far from the fires, Suchomimus hides in a dry crater. He can hear voices, but he don't know from whom. He doesn’t go toward them. Instead, he spends the night carving a spear. 

Day 2 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The sun rises above the Martian horizon, the tributes are getting fewer.

Helia seem to have awakened before her companions, so goes for a small walk near their camp. She hears something clanking towards some rocks nearby, she isn't sure what it is, so she grips her trident tight. She is hearing voices, but she isn't sure if it is from behind the sand dunes, or if they are in her own head.
When she gets back to camp, the others (Bexxi and the Marzie) have awakened. They decide to scour the arena for other tributes.

From across the plains, Cynamity spots movement. It is the Uruplops, still cold from the night. Cynamity decides to have a little fun and starts chasing the Uruplops, kicking up more dust for each step in the sand. The Uruplops is fast as it moves over dunes and rocks.

Down by the crater lake, Suchomimus crouches by the edge. He has found a use for his new spear, as he goes hunting for fish. 

Across the dunes, Sadbread and Icantwhistle gets into an argument. What it is about no one but the two can tell. The truce is over. Suddenly there's complete silence and then steel.
The fight is brutal, and quick.
And when the dust settles, it’s Sadbread still standing - hatchet in hand, blood on their face. Icantwhistle will not hunt anyone else.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Glade @Meowmere @ICantWhistle and the Mercurii

Night 2
The cold returns, sharper than before. Fires flicker in the distance. Shadows stretch longer, and the silence feels heavier.

Bexxi, Helia, and the Marzie huddle around a dying fire, sleeping in shifts.
But something changes during the night.
At some point, Helia wanders off. Maybe the voices got too loud again. Maybe she no longer trusts the others. She vanishes beyond the dunes.
The Marzie jolts awake. The fire has burned low. Bexxi is asleep. And something is wrong. 
Not far from the camp, Cynamity finds Helia in the open. She's all alone, and he doesn't hesitate. Helia left her trident at the camp, and Cynamity, still without a weapon, both end up in a rough fist fight. In the end Helia's body lies still in the red dust.
Moments later a scream is heard, it's the Marzie. It found Helia lying there. Cynamity is already gone. The Marzie is deperate for help.

Elsewhere, the Uruplop receives a drop from the sky. A small container of clean water lands beside its hiding place.

Sadbread finds shelter in the hollowed wreckage of a rusted rover. There’s no fire. No warmth. Only the sound of their sobbing, until sleep finally takes them.

Suchomimus is very happy with today's achievements, as he sits by the fire humming to himself.

Day 3 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The Martian sun rises, casting long shadows over the cracked red dust. Every movement, every breath feels heavier.

Sadbread finds a small package resting near the rusted rover wreck. Inside is fresh food, neatly packed.

Elsewhere, Suchomimus corners the Uruplops near a narrow canyon edge. Dust swirls between them. In his hand, Suchomimus holds a bloodstained spear.
Suchomimus wants to have a little fun, so he gives the Uruplops two options. Either it can kill Sadbread or it can kill Bexxi. However the Uruplops would rather not kill anyone, resulting in Suchomimus killing it instead.

Back at camp, Bexxi watches the Marzie from a distance. Ever since last night, something has shifted. They still travel together, but hardly any words are exchanged - The Marzie has something on its mind.
The Marzie, quiet as ever, moves with purpose. When Cynamity steps away from his belongings to gather dry plants, the Marzie slips behind him.
Bexxi is staying at a distance, not sure what the Marzie's intend it.
Moments later, one of Cynamity's flasks is missing.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Helia  and the Uruplops

Night 3
It is as if the nights are getting colder and colder.

Suchomimus has had an eventful day and decides to set up camp for the night. He builds a small fire in a crater hollow and sharpens his spear until the stars blur overhead. Moments later a snore is heard echoing between the walls of the crater.

At camp, Marzie curls up beside the fire. After a moment, it motions to Bexxi, and after a long pause, she sighs and joins him. No words are spoken - Only warmth.

Far from any firelight, Sadbread bolts upright, heart racing. A nightmare. Their breath fogs in the cold night air. They sit in silence, unable to fall back asleep.

Cynamity tends to his wounds, now that everything is quiet and he has little to fear.