A/N: Sorry for all the angst in the last chapter. :p I have a tendency to be over dramatic. I will have some lighter stuff on this account, trust me. :)

CaptainClipy: You reviewed my story :D! And you didn't hate it? 0.0 Yay! I love your character. Getting him right will be an interesting challenge. ;) On with the show! (Woah. I used a lot of :) :P 0.0 in that note.)

Mike's POV

"The games."

"Yes Michael, the games." I considered my options. Go to the End for all eternity, or most likely die in a crazed battle against a bunch of other players.

"I chose to compete in the Survival Games." #23 nodded.

"Very well. You shall leave tonight. Go pack your things and say your goodbyes." I shook the lead off my arms and walked out the worn doors, never looking back.

I sat in my room, twirling my pendant between my fingers. It was an emerald, set in gold. I was given it as a gift when I was only a baby. Maybe it would bring me luck.

"Mike." My mother walked into the room. Her eyes were red, but I could see she was determined not to cry in front of me. "Someone here to see you." Behind her, I saw a figure. Kimmy. (A/N: I noticed I'm re-creating that scene from the original Hunger Games. It's not intentional!)

"Hey, Calligan." She attempted a smile. She always tried to be cheerful, but this must have taken all her willpower, because I could see a quaver in her eyes.

"Kimmy..." I tried. "I'm so sorry. I was an idiot." She shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. Noobish mistake. The judge was being totally harsh." I sighed.

"No, I deserved it. One question, how come you never get caught?" You wouldn't expect it from her, but Kimmy was no goody-goody. She grinned, even though I could tell she was still upset.

"I never steal from #47." Her shoulders drooped. "So, the games, huh?" I nodded.

"Well, good luck. May the mods be ever in your favor and all that."(A/N: Eh? Get it? I'm actually not even a Hunger Games fan, just surrounded by them. But, I just couldn't resist putting that in. :P) Then, she lowered her eyes. "I'm really going to miss you, Mike." I hugged her.

"I'm going to miss you too, Kim. But this isn't goodbye. I'll be back." I was trying to convince myself as much as her.

"Mr. Calligan." It was a policeman, probably from New Craft. That was the closest town to our capital, Galaxy.

"It's time to go." I waved weakly to Kimmy. Here goes nothing.

"Goodbye, Mike." She said miserably. Goodbye, Kimmy.

I took a deep breath. I was in my hole, waiting for the lever to be pulled. It was above ground and made out of glass, so I could see my opponents, and they could see me. A few spaces to my left was a girl with red hair and a mushroom hat. She gave me an odd little salute, then turned her attention to the others. People's faces blurred together. A boy with red headphones. A girl with a creeper hoodie. A boy in a pilot's uniform. Suddenly, I shot upwards. Without warning, the Games had begun. I ducked towards the center, opening the first chest I could find. Bread, a wooden sword, and a stick. A burly guy lunged at me. I blocked, feinted, and pushed him out of the way, taking off for the jungle. I found another chest with a gold chest plate and a stone sword. My hunger was going down, so I scarfed down a piece of bread and kept going. I was in the depths of the jungle when the sun started to set. I hadn't met anyone else, which was suspicious. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something. Behind a low hill, I could just see the tip of a hat. I crept up slowly, then attacked.

"Aaah!" The figure sprung up, looking in the opposite direction. Noticing their mistake, they whirled around to face me. The person in question was a boy roughly my age, with brown hair and eyes. It was the pilot from earlier.

"Um...hi?" I said uncertainty. "What's up?" He looked at me in confusion.

"Wait...so you're not going to try and kill me?"

"Nope. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to attack me first. You need to find a better hiding spot." He opened his mouth in protest.

"I wasn't hiding! I was scouting the area!"

"Riiiight..." I wasn't sure about the pilot, but I felt like I could trust him. "I'm Mike by the way."

"Captain Clipy." Clipy, ok.

"Do you want to team up?" I asked. He looked slightly relived.

"Sure! Duck, zombie!"

"What? Oh!" I spun around, nearly getting punched in the face by said zombie. I hit it with my sword, and it dispersed into mist and rotten flesh. (A/N: Yeck.) I looked at Clipy.

"Thanks! That would have been an embarrassing fail. Mike was slain by zombie." He grinned.

"No problem!"

"Let's see if we can find somewhere to stay away from mobs." I said. He nodded and pointed in the direction of a tall tree.

"How about over there?"

"Great, let's go." The Survival Games were horrible, I would most likely die, and even if I survived, a bunch of others would still die, but at least now I had one less person trying to kill me.

A/N: Let the Games begin! Another chapter down. Hopefully it didn't make you want to throw up to much. I hope I got Clipy ok. *cringes* I couldn't quite capture his awesomeness. Not my best work, but that's life. I would love some OCs, they're fun to write :). Their age can be general or specific, I just need an idea of how they interact with others. As always, follow, favorite, review, and of course, keep on being awesome :D

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