May 20th 2014 archive

Ladies and Gentlemen, Let the Eightieth Hunger Games Begin.

MY whole body tingled with excitement as the enclosed capsule raised me up to what would be the start of an amazing adventure. I heard the ticking begin, counting down “60, 59, 58…” There was a slight jolt as the capsule stopped and exposed me to this subtropical highland. A humid breeze sent tingles through my skin as I excitedly looked around at the wimps next to me. There was a large circle of capsules, equidistant from the large cornucopia ahead. I recognized a small red faced girl, Juanita Plumcat. She was quick and agile; I knew I had to take her out first.

A huge cornucopia sat in the middle of all the capsules where I noticed there to be a mountain of resources, like weapons, food, and most importantly; a fire starting kit. I formulated a plan within those 20 seconds remaining: I was going to sprint to the cornucopia and grab the bow and arrow. Anyone that tried to get to me would be shot. The clock rang “10, 9, 8…” I readied myself for the most important moment of my life. I was ready for this; everything I trained for, all the sweat and tears would be for this moment. “3, 2, and 1” I leaped out of my capsule and sprinted towards the cornucopia, determination in my eyes. I slid across the platform and onto the weapon stash, wear I grabbed the bow and set of 20 titanium arrows. A small boy was running up the side to me, I shot an arrow at him and bam, right in the stomach. Two more tried to reach me but I stopped them in their tracks. No one would get up to my platform.

ABOUT three quarters of the tributes ran off into the woods. 3 others were stunned, still on their capsules. I shot all three and went out to retrieve my arrows. 6, I had already killed six and I would kill more if I had to, to win the games. Sweat streamed down my forehead and my hair was painted across my face. Slowly I ran my hand through my hair and walked back over to the cornucopia. There was a back pack full of survival equipment like a fire starter, bottle of fresh water, rope, twine, and a knife. There was also a pack of throwing knives, and 3 spears. I placed the knives inside the survival pack and threw it across my back. With both the bow and spear in hand I began working my way up through the underbrush. A huge volcano burrowed its way into the sky ahead. I worked my way up to it, and decided to walk about 3 miles before setting up camp for the night. I finally reached 3 miles after a long and tiring hike up the tangles of vines and creepers. My heart was pounding; I set down my equipment, and brushed the sweat off my forehead. With a fire already started and a piece of rabbit meat (which I earlier cached) cooking on my spear I laid my back against a rock. I was ready to do anything to win these Games for my District, anything.  Let the Games begin.