My first fanfiction :D I'm sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes. Oh and sorry if it doesn't make sense :|

Characters:
Mari Takahashi "Mari"
Matt Sohinki "Sohinki"
David Moss "Lasercorn"
Joshua Ovenshire "Joven"
Anthony Padilla
Ian Hecox
Marzia Bisognin "Cutiepiemarzia"
Felix Kjellberg "Pewdiepie"

Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, Cutiepiemarzia or Pewdiepie :)

P.S The writing in BOLD and Italic are the persons thoughts. It's confusing I know :3

Mari's P.O.V

Well here I am stuck in unknown territory and awaiting my death, I barely managed to get out of the bloodbath alive, and I risked my life trying to get the largest backpack because it had a sword sticking out of it. As a wise man once said good things come in small packages, well ain't nobody got time for that. I'm stuck in an arena, and I have to survive without being killed. "But I don't want to kill either." This year it's the 100th year of the YouTube Games.

The 'YouTube Games' is practically a death sentence. You kill, You survive, You become the last one standing, You win. Simple right? The competitors are all YouTuber's and there are a total of 8 tributes, one boy one girl from each district. There were only four districts. Oh you thought there were 12? Well I'll tell you, the other 8 districts got bombed. Lol awkward.

After half an hour of running I decided that it was safe enough to stop and take a break. I carefully inspected the contents of the bag hoping there would be grenades or something really useful. Hmmm… katana, knives, a pack of biscuits, dried fruit, an empty water bottle, night vision goggles, and a sleeping bag. "Great." This backpack just increased my survival rate by 200%.

You see, when I was a little girl, I lived with my grandpa. He told me that my ancestors were great swordsman therefore he expected me to become one as well. Everyday consisted of lessons and training, a slap on the hands with a ruler if I missed the target or failed the lesson. Sigh Asian ways are so cruel.

As I was repacking I noticed a small stick at the bottom of the bag I grabbed it and hoped it was medicine that could save my life or something, but no, it was lip balm. Irritated I chucked it behind me. Ugh the game makers that packed this bag probably thought, "Oh this tribute should die with nice soft lips." As I was about to leave and find a source of water, a voice in my head said "You know Mari, you should pick up that lip balm cos it might help you survive these games. Like if there was a wolf you could choke it or-" "Fineeee." I groaned to myself. I trudged over to the small stick and tossed it in the side of my bag.

Locating a water source is simple you climb a tree, look for a patch of blue then head towards it. Boom you're very welcome. As I was filling up my bottle I saw a shadow moving near the trees "OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYBUDDA IMMA GONNA DIE" My body froze and I felt dread rushing over my body, I imagined how I would die, Maybe I'll get shot with and arrow or it might be some animal waiting to eat me or- No Mari you cannot die yet, what about your family waiting for you, what about Peter?" The dread was then replaced by anger. "That son of a bitch thinking he can just go and cheat on me I'll show him that I can survive without him and I don't need him in my life." Suddenly all those years of training flooded back to me, like some random dude getting his memories back after 20 years, you get the idea it's really dramatic. I stealthily snuck behind the figure, not knowing who it was I kicked 'it' pretty hard after hearing a groan of pain I pushed 'it' to a tree and menacingly held my sword to 'it's' throat. I peered into the darkness and recognised 'its' face. A flood of surprise hit me and I choked out the words "SOHINKI?"

There you go my first chapter :) Tell me if I should keep writing or scrap it. Thanks :D