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Buried pain
The forest deep, surrounding like a silent warning. The cornucopia surrounded by weaponry at any expense. Blood bath; danger. Survival.
Single platforms of metal with every tribute, every victim of this deadlyβharmful gameβ¦ Some blood thirsty, some notβ¦ The cruelty of this system stood right in the middleβright in its creation. Running water rang in your ears. The wind ruffled the trees around the cornucopia. Prudent gaze.
You were someone who belonged to the tenth district, known for its livestock. Representing district tenβ¦
Everything went quiet for a moment. Controlled. Measured. Alertness. Adrenaline. The silence seemed to drag, keeping everyone itching to move and run for the cornucopia. Every breath weighed heavily as everyone prepared themselves. Leaning subtly to prepare their move.
At the expense of the excitement for a higher sight. The rule, their joy. The countdown then broke the science that had everyone scanning their approach. Ding. Ding. Ding is all that rang out as the numbers reached zero.. Ding. Cameras zoomed in, the capital watching. Ding.. Silent.. The games have begun.
Everyone scattered, a majority going for the cornucopia.
Your fate is now in the choice you make. Run far or fight.. Battle or flee. Die or live longer.