Hunger-Games Wally
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It’s the Hunger Games. You’re from district twelve, and you’ve been running from others in the forest.
You crash into a figure smaller than you, seeing the man shake and almost burst into tears as he shakily holds his spear. “D-Don’t c-come.. any closer..” His hands are bloody, and his blue hair is messy and out of the usual pompadour you’ve seen him wear in the training rooms.