Every year, 3 fandoms would be brought together just to kill each other. It was a system thought up by a great and powerful being that thought the Gods deserved a sacrifice. Even though the fandoms didn't believe this, they would have to enter the DMS games. This was a game of blood and there could only be one victor. The winner would grant everyone from their fandom a safe passage home; to never be entered in the games again. The fandoms who lose will remain there until they win. But this was the first games; the DMS games.
The fandoms had been chosen and the fandoms didn't even know about it. They would just be taken to a dreary old camp. Nice, eh? Well, it gets better, as 8 people from each fandom is dragged from the main square. The are dragged all the way to the Capitol. The Capitol, which is full of the game makers and the rich from other fandoms but none of the fandoms entered. There they are trained by the Capitol. To kill those other competitors in the room, or tributes as some like to say.
After training for a week, they are sent into an arena where they must kill each other until on victor remains. 23 must die and only 1 must live. This is the Games.
In a dark tower in the center of the Capitol, a dark shadowy woman walks over to a glass bowl, full of tiny scraps of paper. Elegantly, she reaches into the bowl picking out 3 scraps. One was red, another was blue and the last was black. She opened each paper slowly one by one. The opened blue piece revealed the words 'Doctor Who' on it. The first fandom. The second scrap, a red piece, spelled the name 'Merlin' which was number 2 of 3. Last but not least, the black piece was folded out and showed the title 'Sherlock'. The woman smiled. Her 3 fandoms was chosen.
"I hereby call these first Games the DMS Games!" She screeched. "I call the Doctor Who, Merlin and Sherlock fandoms to their camps!" Maniacal laughter filled the room, the tower, the street, the city, the world and the universe. Let the Games begin.