Entries for the Construct Cup Version 2.0!!! |
Pawn's Gambit Prey: What they've made us. Fodder: All we are. Pawns on a chess board where nothing is black or white, where our moves are choreographed by not the hunters, but by those who score the hunt. Pawns: bottom of the food chain, prey to rooks and crows: disposable for there will always be another harvest, another gathering of the expendable. Punished for sins we did not commit, We gather-- for lowly pawns can have influence by mere numbers. No mirage are we. Silent questioning hides beneath the illusion of complacency. Blinded by sheer indifference, the sightless cannot see through our masks: we are too inconsequential for them to notice that it is not the sheen of tears that coats our beings, but the drops of blood and sweat; the determination to change the rules. It is no longer to the gods of the capitol, but to ourselves, that we must pray. Theme: Hunger Games(Treat it any way, literally or as a reference to movie/book) Words to use: Sheen, Mirage Forbidden Words: Death, fight, game, sport, win, lose. Additional Parameters: None. Fyn ** Image ID #1910877 Unavailable ** |