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President Scorch walked in the room, and the Head Gamemaker – Lucila – whirled around. "Madam President! You are here already?" "Yes Lucila. Is the Arena ready?"
Lucila nods, looking nervous. "Yes… but it's very complicated."
Scorch smiles, "Oh, very good. I like complicated things. Do tell."
Licuila gulps, nodding. "Well," she takes out a piece of paper and draws a large circle, representing the whole Arena, and then drew another circle within it. "The middle of the Arena is a lake – it isn't very deep until you get to the very middle. Then it goes up to fifteen feet of water. The Cornucopia is in the middle of the lake, on a very small island." She drew an even smaller circle in the small circle. "It's just large enough for the Cornucopia – and it has a few feet of land for fighting and recovery." "I see. What else?"
"Well… the tributes come up on very narrow strips of land." She drew twelve thin lines in a circle around the Cornucopia, in the middle of the lake. "It's a little like the 75th Hunger Games. But better. They are a yard wide and ten feet long. Each strip holds the two people from the same District. The females will be positioned closer to the Cornucopia, while the males are closer to land.
"To encourage Team Members working together, we have marked the bags with numbers. There are twenty-four backpacks; twelve have weapons, and the other twelve have things like food, water, and blankets – that kind of stuff. However, you can only grab a backpack from your District, unless one District is killed completely. Then it's up for grabs. If you touch a backpack that doesn't belong to your District – you are given a shock that stuns you from a minute to an hour.
"And the Cornucopia is a trap in itself. Same with the few strips of land. As soon as it turns seven in the evening, The Cornucopia seals itself, and the island sinks. As do the strips of land. The only way to survive is to be outside of the Cornucopia – if you're inside of it, you'll run out of oxygen. Everything resurfaces and unseals at seven in the morning.
"Also, in the Cornucopia, there are five small bags – hard to find too – in them are small tubes of antidotes, a water-purifier, an alarm with multiple settings, and one has the best prize of all – heat-seeking night vision goggles. Whoever gets those has an immediate better chance of survival." President Scorch's eyebrows shot up. "That's amazing. And interesting, this shall be a Hunger Games to remember."
"I'm not done yet, madam." Lucila said. "Opposite the strips for Districts 1 and 2, there is nothing but barren desert. For 3 and 4, it's a mountain that's covered in snow with various caves and underground streams. For 5 and 6, it's a dense, normal, forest. For 7 and 8, it's a field – a grassland, with some fruit and flowers and streams – though some things may be poisonous. For 9 and 10, it's a muddy, disgusting, marshland. It's wet and has powerful suction. There may even be quicksand. A lot of rotten things there… But I really pride myself for the last section, near 11 and 12.
"It looks like a normal suburb – but it's basically a ghost town. Faded walls and flooring faded everything. Everything is old, it seems. Mold, insects, rats – nothing pleasant. But they're warm enough in the night. The place is also… dangerous. There is food, in the houses. Nasty food, and delicious food. Any food that looks and tastes good is poisonous. They'll get sick within an hour and die within the day – reaction times may vary. I did not put any medicine for that in the bags. Needless to say, anything that looks and tastes rotten is actually healthy and fine to eat – if they can get past the taste. It is very hard to see past this trick."
She looked at her boss, wanting to see approval. President Scorch smiled at her. "This is very good Lucila, very good. I love it! This will be an interesting revival Hunger Games indeed."
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AN: What do you all think of the Arena? It's deadly indeed... the tributes better be ready!