I wouldn't last 24 hours in the Gamemakers' Arena. As soon as that Cornucopia catches my eye, I would go against all my Mentor's teachings and run straight for the swag. I'd be good at dodging attacks, expertly disarming my foes, and slaying a few Tributes on my way to my prize: milk chocolate bars.

This is not to say that I would ignore all other consumables. If there are other foodstuffs available from the corny, I wouldn't be against thumbing out some eyeballs for say... some bacon... maybe even water. Although I could find water somewhere else, within the mazes of the Gamemakers' Arena. But I must admit, I would probably knee some groins if I saw some smartwater within my reach.

Electrolytes is life. Not my spearhead. Not my Katswiss Army Knife. Not my steel-toed boots that I just stole from a freckled 12-year-old. (Hindsight: those weren't freckles; that was probably blood-splatter...) And definitely not my orange backpack. I probably won't even get to open that aesthetically nauseating overrated piece of crap. Nope. My life will depend on nutrition. This is the freakin' Hunger Games, and I...will...not...go hungry!

So, life is the munchies. I have my chocolate bars. I'm on fire.

Alas, I will not last the night. #howidieinthehungergames