Before I begin, let me justify this crossover. Unlike The Carealot Chronicles, this is actually justifiable. I had a dream the other night in which I was in the Hunger Games and I was trying to get the other tributes to help me push over a brachiosaurus so that we could eat it. (Yes, I think I was missing the point of the Hunger Games, and yes, brachiosaurus tipping is not easy.) Anyway, I woke up, and knew that it was a sign for me to write another crossover. So without further ado, this is the Jurassic Games.

Chapter 1

I could feel my blood pulsing through every vein in my body as the small canister rose up, soon to let me out into the grounds. I pressed my palms up against the clear walls, as though the action would be enough to dissolve my cage and set me free.

Frantically, I searched my brain for a strategy. Should I take my chances with the cornucopia, or just sprint out into the forest and pray that the other tributes would be too busy to see me? Would I be able to survive without supplies? Could I even guarantee I'd get anything useful from the cornucopia?

Thunk

My train of thought is interrupted by a soft thud. I look up, but all I see is the ceiling of the canister. What's going on? I think, looking around rapidly. I feel the canister sink down again, and then again start to ascend, slightly faster this time. Once more, all she heard was a thud. The canister started moving up and down, faster and faster this time. I felt like a bird being shaken in the mouth of a cat. Each time the canister shot up, I was smacked against the roof, and the impact was enough to throw me onto my hands and knees and rattle me around.

Is this part of it, I wondered to myself. Do they get the tributes adequately dizzy before releasing them? The last time I had felt this nauseous was when my name was pulled out of the bowl.

MEANWHILE…

"Prim," Gale called. The little blonde girl spun around to see her sister's friend. "There you are. Have you seen Katniss yet?"

Primrose shook her head, not tearing her eyes away from the giant screen. "Everyone else has so far, but I haven't seen her yet. You don't think…" she was stopped by a catch in her throat.

"Oh no, of course not," Gale said quickly. She couldn't have gone down already. Let's see." He scanned the screen, trying to see past the action to look at the areas where the tributes were let out.

Wait a second…

In the background he could see a giant leg, standing perfectly still. The camera wasn't out far enough to see what it was attached to, but it looked vaguely familiar, like something he had seen in a picture a long time ago.

No, that's impossible.

ALSO MEANWHILE (A DIFFERENT MEANWHILE THAN THE LAST MEANWHILE, WHICH SHOULD BE OBVIOUS BECAUSE THE LAST MEANWHILE WAS THE LAST SCENE AND SO WHY WOULD I SAY MEANWHILE IF I MEANT IT WAS JUST PART OF THE SAME SCENE. AHH, NEVER MIND.)…

"We have a problem with one the tributes from District 12," said a random Games official named Steve, squinting at the screen.

"What's the problem?" asked another random Games official who was also named Steve.

"There's a brachiosaurus standing on top of her canister," replied first Steve.

"What?" asked second Steve.

"Look," said first Steve, bringing the camera into focus. "It's just standing there."

"Can you move it?"

"It weighs about seventy tons, I don't know what we can do about it."

"Hmm, that's too bad." Said second Steve nonchalantly. "Meh, it'll move eventually."

"Remind me why we decided to hold this year's Hunger Games on this island."

"I honestly don't know," said second Steve. "I think the Capitol just found a random island that happened to have dinosaurs on it, and they decided that it would make the Games more interesting."

"It's not going to be very interesting if one of the tributes just starves to death before she's even let out of her canister."

"Minor technicality."