My name is Tasha Petals. I'm a citizen of the capitol. I'm 47 years old and I am going to die.

Currently I'm locked inside a room and in front of me are three rivers. Each one will kill me in a different way. Each one mocks me and my accomplishments.

I used to be the head Gamemaker, the first female ever to be so, and I have to say I've had an incredibly successful career. Until he found the edge.

For the 48th Hunger Games I made a desert. There was no shelter, no rain, no anything. Just sand and one long river that would pull you down and drown you if you jump in.

The first river I'm faced with will surely mimic the one I made for those games.

For the 49th Hunger Games I constructed a frozen mountain with the cornucopia at the peak of the mountain. The farther you graduated down the mountain, the more the temperature receded.

The second river is probably going to freeze over and trap me under its ice if I choose it.

For the 50th Hunger Games I created a land that looked like paradise. In reality though, everything inside of it was either poisonous or deadly.

The third river is probably poisonous.

It's because of the 50th Hunger Games, the Quarter Quell, that I'm locked in here, being forced to choose how I want to die. The victor of those games, Haymitch Abernathy, had found the edge of the arena. I allowed him to do this. I thought it would make for a good show.

President Snow disagreed. He thinks that this will lead to a rebellion, and eventually to the demise of our nation. So he locked me in here to choose how I would like to die.

I look at each of the rivers, contemplating what I should do.

I think I will choose the third river. It might kill me the quickest.