Sorry this is late (more than 1 day) I had a family thingy which lasted longer than expected and then I got a horrible rash that made my eyes swell and yeah… dodgy week.

Remember, you can vote on the poll right up until the end of the interviews then I close it, Gamemaker's POV, Pre-Games then the blood bath. I think. I need to check how many POVs I have of each character for fairness.

12 different characters have been voted for. You know how many have more than 1 vote? 1. I'm not saying who but I think that's funny.

This is based on the assumption that District 5: Architecture and Genetic Engineering, District 6: Medicine and District 9: Hunting and the new grain industry, even if we recently found out that's wrong. I started this story before I knew.

One use of the 's' word here because it didn't sound as funny without it.

Felix Hailstorm: (District 1)

Aglaeca and I are clearly the tributes the stylists have decided are going to be the sex symbols for the Games.

I doubt the loincloth I'm wearing could be more revealing without a.) me being charged with public indecency (if it even exists in the Capitol which, as far as I can tell from their fashion sense, it doesn't) or b.) my hands becoming involved in the coverage of some vague shred of dignity. Apparently the stylists chose a fairy tale theme for the chariot rides which resulted in me becoming a Gladiator Zeus.

Apparently Zeus is some god in the old fairy tales of Panem before the Dark Days but I doubt the gods were waxed, covered in some type of bronzing oil and sprinkled with diamond dust glitter.

The bejewelled crown and the diamond lightning bolt? Maybe.

The glitter?

No way in hell would any god that I could imagine, if I could ever believe the gods existed in a world with the Hunger Games, wear glitter.

Meanwhile Aglaeca has the most revealing warrior's outfit I could conceivably think of as the hunting goddess Artemis. I mean, looking at practicality, you could be speared through both thighs without touching a piece of armour. Same goes for shoulders, stomach, feet; pretty much any part of her body that doesn't have to be covered.

The bejewelled bow and sword are pretty cool but she can barely lift them, let alone fight with them.

As the President begins his speech to announce the start of the chariot rides my eyes flicker towards my District partner. Aglaeca's grimace could set fire to a small building if it was any deeper so I whisper to her, "Remember, look happy," with an exaggerated grin to emphasise my point.

"I look like a hooker who got trapped in a gem mine," she hisses back.

"Pretend you enjoyed being a hooker in a gem mine," I reply as a hint of a smile appears on her face. We've got the best get-up, the best time slot and the best talent to earn us a ton of sponsors if she just looks like she's excited to be in the Capitol.

I can almost see Maximus and his stupid superior smirk looking down on me, telling me how I'm a useless wimp who could never be as good of a tribute as he would be.

His moronic face gives me an idea, "If you can't think of anything else to smile about, just think about how butt naked I am right now."

This sets her off as the doors open to allow our chariot out into the centre of the Capitol. I grin like a king, just thinking about how my brother's not standing here is enough to make me smile for the rest of eternity, as I wave at the crowds of adoring fans, flexing my muscles while Aglaeca grins, trying to avoid outright laughing.

The ride is over all too soon as we pull into the other end and Aglaeca cracks up laughing for about ten seconds then pulls herself together and grabs a horse blanket to cover up any unwanted skin showing.

I bet my brother never would've got all that attention, even if he was the tribute.

Fleur Valentine Beahr: (District 2)

Calvin and I are covered in blood.

But it's fake and came out of a bottle; no hearts.

Valentine might be good at being happy and waving but she's too scared to come out in the costume and Calvin won't convince her to.

They put me in a blue and white dress like a little girl but it didn't have any red so I wasn't going to wear it until the stylist put lots of fake blood on it. The little flat shoes are uncomfortable and don't have a good enough grip to crack someone's neck with. The mask is itchy, it's made of some type of clay called 'porcelain' and has big red cheeks and pits for the eyes and a drawn on mouth. If it didn't look so scary and have all the red on it I wouldn't wear it.

Finally I get a knife and Calvin gets a hatchet with a similar outfit but for a boy.

The District 1 people go first and they have so much flesh showing with their veins right near the surface that I could cut upon, so many muscles to tear and play with.

Brutus says we can't… "Don't worry kiddos; there'll be plenty in the arena. For now you just have to show that you want to kill."

I can see the other tributes moving away from Calvin and I and that's good, it means we get to play tag before we kill them so their hearts are pretty and red.

After we get onto the horse cars, the crowd falls silent while we come out. Calvin lifts the hatchet and slams it into the side of his white horse, letting out a spray of blood on the white horse.

It's a shame it's fake blood, it isn't shiny and red enough to be really pretty and it doesn't come from the heart.

Mommy always said a good gift comes from the heart.

I stab the knife into the centre of the horse's head so it looks like a prettiful unicorn with all the blood coming out of the pointy horn. As I do a burst of light comes from behind me so the area lights up then seems really dark as 'blood' comes off the horse.

It was even prettier than just the normal blood on the horse…

Lucas Wre: (District 3)

My chariot prep ended with a yelp as my stylist fastened a giant metal disk around my neck so that I can't even see my shoulders, let alone lower my chin.

"What are we meant to be wearing?" I ask as my stylist reappears with his head popping out under my arm.

"Old sun gods used to wear golden disks around their heads and necks," he replies, snaking unnaturally around my body to look at me again, moving the disc a little more.

"I don't think that this is what they meant by 'around their necks,'" I reply as he clicks his tongue.

"Oh of course they didn't, that would look silly!" he replies as though this was obvious, "No, this is for something else."

"Right…"

My chariot rides started with us looking really dumb.

Then there's the fact that our stylists gave Flo high heels so she's even taller and I look like a baby.

Everyone thinks I'm just some stupid, weak little kid.

I'm not but they're making me seem like one and all the people from the Capitol are going to be patronising me or laughing at me. "Aw look at the little baby Lucas, isn't he cute…"

That and the fact that we're wearing black leotards with gold discs around our necks.

At least the District 2 12 year olds look bad ass in their doll masks and knives.

Flo is already up on the chariot when District 1 is led out.

"Come on Lucas, the chariot leaves in 37 seconds, you have to get up here!" she panics while I roll my eyes.

"I'm not going. I look so stupid," I turn away from her. I don't care if the Capitol doesn't see me in the chariot rides; I'll be mortally embarrassed if my friends back home see me in this… thing. It's not like not going is going to kill me or anything.

Flo grabs the disc around my neck and everything spins for a moment as she knocks the air out of my lungs and drags me up onto the chariot.

I hack and cough as the doors open again and we start rolling out into the crowds of Capitol people.

Our costumes start flashing with light and I grin. It's like a battery when you zap someone with it; you get the little sparks and if you get enough you can make things explode. I once did it to my next door neighbour's car toy but he got angry at me, probably just because he was jealous.

Finally, right near the doors, the costumes fully light up and blind everyone in the audience.

Good, the Capitol took me and all these other kids away from their parents; no way should they get to enjoy seeing our costumes. It's not fair if they force us to look stupid and they don't have to without at least getting blinded by the lightning suits.

Summer Ciel: (District 4)

Felix and I still aren't getting along; who'd have thought?

He's still whining about the soft drink I spat all over him, how the stylists ripped out his perfect little hairs and how the stylist used too much fake tan and ruined his complexion.

I've lived with the victors in District 4 my whole life and I've never known someone so arrogant and vain.

He's wearing the scariest costume, except those two from District 2 but they're in such a different league of 'creepy' that I'm not even going to go there, but still 'it's itchy' or 'those knives aren't blunt enough.'

"Hey, merman! I've got a nice glass of water that I'm sure will match your costume unless you fill your mouth with some 'shut the heck up,'" I snap finally as he shakes his body up and down because it's 'too heavy' and makes an enormous clanging noise that kills my eardrums.

We're both merpeople (yeah, real original on the part of the stylists) but while I appear destined to join the 'Capitol guys are perves' contest that's apparently going on with a shell wraparound and painfully tight fish tail leggings, he's got a thick, golden tail, 'scales' made of knives and a trident and yet he complains about his costume.

"I'm killing you the second we split in the arena. I'll spit drink on your organs and give you the glass in your mouth as well as your water, just because it'll make me happy," he growls.

"Yeah right, you won't even live that long beaky," I hiss back as the doors open so he can't reply while we force grins and wave.

He kicks my foot slightly to try and set me off balance while I tap his shoulder slightly in return causing him to sway and grab my neck in a 'hug' on the return swing.

We both grin at the cheering crowd as I grab him around the waist and squeeze until he's panting for breath.

I wonder what Logan would be thinking now, watching me in my mermaid costume while I choke the air out of some moron guy… but no. I'm not going to think about him when I know I might have to never see him again. I will succeed. I will win and no one can stop me.

Least of all dippy in the knife shirt over there.

When we get to the end of the chariot ride, he picks up the cup of water from underneath his tail and tips it all over my head as he pushes me off the side of the chariot with a swagger, "I win, bitch."

You haven't yet, Felix Hass.

A best of three appears to be in order.

Apollo Crete: (District 5)

Joey has our stylist wrapped in a bear hug that lifts Joey off the ground until she's giving her a strangle hold at the same time.

I can see why; we look awesome.

Since making costumes related to the building industry of District 5 are dead boring, our stylist has once again focussed on the obscure, side industry of genetic modification.

She's really gone all out with the fantasy theme and it looks amazing.

Joey is a harpy (the people with wings) in golden 'armour' that's probably about two millimetres thick and I'm the white knight and his horse, I even get hoof shoes and a tail that moves slightly when I do.

Compared to the other Districts, we're pretty resplendent in our gleaming armour and I think it looks awesome.

The other Districts are either creepy, underdressed, badly dressed, looking kinda funny or just not into it while ours is so cool. The 'armour' is breathable and easy to move in while the tail and hoof shoes are just awesome in general.

Joey gives me an enormous hug as well after we leave the stylists. I'm happy for her, we both look good and she's really excited. It's good to be happy before something scary like the Games and she sort of spreads the happiness around when she's happy. It's nice…

I'm really excited to get to go on the chariots and see the Capitol and get to be cheered on and to meet with everyone else for the first time.

It's cool to meet so many other people from different Districts who I never would have met otherwise, no matter why I meet them. I'll remember them all forever, no matter what happens.

Joey and I are honestly grinning as we go out into the Capitol as opposed to the fake grins of some other tributes.

We look cool, the Capitol doesn't disappoint, full of bright colours and flashing lights, and I want to enjoy myself and make sure everyone else enjoys themselves too.

I hope I make lots of friends tomorrow and learn some new things. I like meeting people and I want to enjoy the rest of my time in the Capitol as much as possible.

Taryn Byers: (District 6)

I have no idea how my stylist drew a connection from District 6 to an obscure Norse goddess of healing.

Apparently "I got da ginga for da costume."

Meanwhile Wolfgang is dressed as a unicorn. I suppose I at least have something to be thankful for.

He growls and slams his front 'hoof' down before letting out a sarcastic 'neigh.' "Seriously, the only reason the Capitol is going to be laughing with me not at me is because I'll be pissing myself laughing at myself."

"So long as you don't get it on me," I reply as I yawn and lay against the chariot. For unknown reasons the District 6 train arrives at 5.00am in the morning while the other trains arrive between 9am and 9pm like normal people.

Apparently they need a District to tide over the two days so the early-risers have something to watch. Since the Districts 1-5 take the shortest time to arrive and the Reapings start at 9, they somehow decided picking the District that's 1 before halfway to arrive early was a great idea.

Then there's the fact that we had to get up at 3 while our escort ran around like a headless chicken with an egg on his head even if it still seemed like something was stuck up his ass. It's not like we had anything to pack.

I get the strangest feeling some of Wolfgang's sponsor gifts aren't going to reach the intended destination.

"I need sleep…" I groan as Wolfgang laughs.

"Hey, little miss sleepy, you slept in at least half an hour longer than me, I actually got up when the moron called," he replies.

"I wasn't going to get up at 3am, no way," I snap back as Wolfgang yawns even more widely than I did before I climb onto the carriage. Wolfgang's hooves scrabble around on the wooden surface and I yawn at him, "I'm far too sleepy to help out…"

He stops for a second then agrees, "Fine, you're much tireder. Help me up now?"

I consider watching him for a little longer, because watching a guy in a unicorn suit climb onto a horse-drawn carriage is pretty funny, then eventually decide to give him a hand because we're about to follow District 5 and I don't want to leave late; I want to get some sleep.

The effect of Wolfgang smiling along the chariot ride is pretty much grotesque since they decided a horse's face was unnecessary and to just cut a hole in the front but keep the 'healing horn' on his forehead.

Then there's the fact that no unicorn is proportioned like Wolfgang, lanky but toned. There's no way the legs could be that long on anything resembling a horse.

The audience grins and laughs and I can see Wolfgang's right about laughing with us because we're laughing at ourselves when he stands up and waves his hoof and we both start laughing as the crowd starts laughing as well.

Finally we reach the end of the circuit and I fall asleep as soon as I see one of the horse's hay bales.

Sean Dorsin: (District 7)

"Hey, Kaya, I can wear the suit if you want and you can wear my costume," I offer as Kaya scowls at the buttons of the lift as though it's their fault she's dressed like a tree.

"I doubt you'll fit," she grumbles after a few seconds. She hasn't talked to me since telling me she can't on the train. I suppose it's a start… I don't want her to be angry with me before the Games.

"We're about the same height, I'm sure I could squash in," I reply, anxious to make her happy. I don't mind being the one dressed in a tree suit; it's not that bad.

"It's not that… I don't think any guy would fit…" she mumbles, turning away with embarrassment.

"Oh," I turn bright red as I get what she means.

"I don't have to stand on top of you if that helps, I can just look around from my side of the chariot," I offer.

"I'm not lifting it up, it's on wheels," she gestures towards the bottom where one foot pokes out from a wheel bordered chassis.

"That must be uncomfortable," I say, trying to keep Kaya distracted from hating her costume.

"You're telling me that," she groans as she attempts to move in her costume to make herself more comfortable. I really want to help, but I can't and that's annoying. I like helping people and it always sucks when I can't. Like how Kaya hasn't let me talk to her when I know it would help… It's sad and yet I know why and it's the one thing I can't help with; the fact one of us has to die. I would lay down my life to save someone I care about's life but here it means nothing, just another cross on a scoreboard and that makes me sad…

"You need any help getting onto the chariot?" I offer as Kaya starts to slip into the steely silence she's attempted to maintain since the Reaping.

"They gave me a ramp," she points to a piece of wood lying across the ground near us.

I lean it against the chariot and she pushes herself up before scowling as she attempts to settle in with one leg crushed against her chest inside a plastic tree with wheels.

"You alright there?" I ask as she moves a bit to the side and I step onto the edge of the chariot to give her room.

"Get on," she growls.

"What?"

"Remember the stylist said you're dressed as a wood nymph, you're meant to be the benevolent master of the trees in your little wooden crown and cape and what not."

"No. There's nothing benevolent about standing on you; that would be mean," I reply adamantly as I draw the bow they've given me and fiddle with it while Kaya rolls her eyes at me.

"Stop being such a gentlemen, King Sean and get on. If I look like an evil tree trying to capture you it'll do me more good than you standing next to me while I wave my leafy branches," she snaps.

It's probably the longest exchange I've ever had with her and it's sad that it's about something as trivial a costume worn for the Capitol. I also think she's lying for my benefit but refusing her help would just make her unhappy.

It's a funny thing about me, I'm sort of shy with just a few people but in front of crowds, it's like someone's got a switch labelled 'sociable' and flicked it on.

I grin broadly at the crowd and wave as we roll out into the crowd, Kaya almost rolling a little too far out and the Capitol cheers us on. I feel like a hero with the cape and the crown and the cheering crowds and for a moment I almost forget why I'm here.

I know the cheering is probably not for the tree suit so when Kaya's branch-hand flicks out and grabs me, I pretend to be shocked and stage a mock battle with the tree suit.

It was fun and I think it made Kaya feel a little bit better about getting the… less aesthetically designed costume at least.

That's something at least.

Piper Lyonz: (District 8)

I can see Blaze's eyes wandering as we stand next to our chariot, particularly focused on the District 1 girl.

It seems the stylists are holding a mass 'slut-off' and clearly he doesn't mind. I was thinking about sucking up to him for some protection in the Games, but he's clearly too nice for anything I would want him to do.

He wouldn't go out looking to kill and that's what I plan to do. Sitting back and defending myself isn't a good enough option, too many risks someone will take me out and while Blaze owes me a favour, I doubt that'll count much to anyone more determined in the arena.

No, I'll be much happier alone in the arena with no one else to rely on.

These kids in their shiny costumes and fake grins aren't the ones I need to impress; they won't mean anything when I get a knife to them in the arena. It's the Capitol who I need to get on my side, their sponsor gifts and money would be the difference between life and… discomfort. Death isn't an option, not while Ves and Tison are in someone else's care and never in general.

That's why I have no qualms about wiping of the burn-proof cream on Blaze's back as I give him a hearty slap on the back for 'good luck.' Apparently he has enough smarts to be suspicious but not enough to realise what I've done.

'Accidentally' knocking against him on top of the chariot gets rid of his sword arm's cream and his off hand isn't a worry to me.

Dressing up in a dress that looks like fire isn't common in District 8; it's basic patterning, you only need three different colours, the orange, the blue and the purple centre to ripple and maybe some glitter. Apparently 'Blaze' the model can change that though. Who cares about the girl? They just want their pretty boy looking nice.

So while he's in a fancy tuxedo with several tricks literally up his sleeve, I'm in a pathetic orange dress that 'brings out my eyes.' They have to be a little more subtle than that if they want to fool me into thinking Blaze isn't the star since my eyes are blue. Definitely not pale orange.

I still throw on my best innocent smile for the crowd and act like just another helpless little girl caught in the lion's den while Blaze soaks up the attention like a sponge. He just attracts people effortlessly and I can leech of that at least a little bit until the Games when being nice is far from the most important thing we could do.

After a few seconds of deafening cheering for the apparent crowd favourite, flames shoot out from underneath Blaze's tuxedo, spraying out from pipes down his back and down his arms releasing a fragrance like a hearty, well-stocked fireplace.

I have to step forward so I don't get covered in flames as Blaze raises his arms to the audience and they somehow cheer even louder.

He starts to grimace as the burning hot metal pipes touch the skin no longer covered in burn cream but covers it up quickly, smiling again and waving while he starts to sweat.

1 injury down, 22 to go.

Ahab Bronson: (District 9)

Crowds.

One thing I'm not looking forward to is being scrutinised by the Capitol audience and screamed at while pretending to enjoy it. I'm not here to be a people person; I'm here for revenge and that's pretty much it.

Trying to fake enjoyment while Kristy keeps buzzing around trying to convince me to talk to her isn't making me any 'happier.' Can she not understand that I'm not at the Games because I want to make friends and actually get connected to people?

Since we're dressed like scarecrows with little holes in the straw for our heads to poke out, I can't be bothered even pretending to enjoy myself. I'm not going to bother faking fawning over the people who killed my mother and my sister; they're not worth it.

Kristy seems to have forgotten me for a moment as she eyes her costume with distaste, ripping out all the hay and throwing it so that the District 8 boy's costume sets it on fire and sends it flying over the crowd before being bounced back by an invisible barrier.

I want to be in the training room right now, getting ready to get revenge instead of sitting around, wasting perfectly good grain for a hat, and pretending to be happy we're going to kill people. Right now I could be taking up a spear and perfecting my technique for slicing the jugular vein or tearing through a swordsman's shoulder muscles.

I won't shy away from killing if it means I can get my revenge on the Capitol and the District whose children killed my sister but I won't relish killing the others.

Not that my anger even matters to the Capitol who are focusing on the District 8 tribute who's spurting flames. Maybe a dozen people flicker their eyes to us before sliding over to District 10 when District 8 leaves.

District 9, the forgotten District.

They probably don't even care their defective boat killed my mother and they definitely didn't care when their Games killed my sister.

If I had a weapon in my hands right now, not a single person in this square would be left alive.

Scarlett Lavington: (District 10)

Matt's a horse.

Well not literally.

That might be a little difficult to orchestrate.

More accurately he's a centaur.

They've somehow made a slightly-smaller-than-life-size, mechanical horse body that trots around when he walks.

First of all they decided brown wasn't the right colour, despite matching his hair perfectly. After a 'friendly visit' through a window to their 'friends' in District 5, they decided he should be a white centaur.

Next they decide that it doesn't match his hair so they bleach his hair with actual bleach.

Then he wasn't tanned enough to match the white so they spent ages tanning him while he was in the horse body until they decided that looking like a palomino horse was the right colour.

Since working together 'sped up the process' that left them with about half an hour to finish with my costume.

For unknown reasons, they decided the female should be dressed up as a bull.

As you do.

Stick two horns onto my head, mess my hair about to make it 'sexy,' add some furry legwarmers, shorts and crop top and apparently that constitutes a bull costume in the Capitol.

I would agree with them if they put a 'shit' on the end.

I had to smack the bottle out of the stylist's hands to stop them adding some 'authentic fur.' Even my death stare didn't penetrate the layer of 'stupid' around their brains.

Matt just clops around quietly while we wait for our turn on the chariots while I want to leave and get out of the stupid costume as soon as possible. I mean if it were at least even remotely accurate I could live with it. But you know what a female bull is called? A COW.

As soon as I get to see the stylists again, they'll know just how bad a cow can bite.

For now, I just have to try and impress the audience so I can get home to Brynn and Onyx. Fake it. Come on Scarlett… think of Brynn and Onyx mucking around.

At least I have something to make me smile so long as I don't think of my baby brothers being at home without me.

Matt dithers getting onto the chariot, I know he doesn't like crowds but my new human genius puppy needs to give the Capitol no reason to try to kill him intentionally, no matter how much we hate them for making the Games.

"Matt, get on," I say, using my Mother voice. It never fails, especially on males.

He looks up and trots on with a nervous smile.

This appearance is the start of my Games; I just hope I live to see the end.

Denver Radisson: (District 11)

We're fruit golems.

You know golems?

The big rocky things that you put a scroll in their head and they move around and do your bidding?

Yeah, we're them but made out of fruit.

My entire body is covered in carved pieces of fruit to make a lumpy suit with a tiny hole for my eyes to look out. So for starters I'm suffocating but whoever thought that banana peels were a good idea for the feet really has no foresight.

I can't even hear Millie cracking up laughing through the layer of fruit covering her face.

When I double over laughing, the head folds over backwards so I can finally breathe and everyone turns to us laughing our heads off and we get a few snickers added to the mix.

I thought I was never gonna get rid of the smell of mango mouth mask, I grin as Millie finally just rips the head off entirely.

I still don't think I will but at least I like mango, she replies as District 1 sets off, grinning broadly to the cheering crowds. At least I think they're cheering. Since I can see about as well as someone in a blacked-out fishbowl, I don't have much to base my guess on.

Millie snaps the top of my head with the fruit mask before pelting seeds down through the hole in the top of my head before I eat some of the watermelon that was the fruit head.

Who'd have known chariot rides could be fun? (And tasty)

See if you can get some into my mouth! I call as I tip my head back. Maybe people are looking at me strangely, but only Districts 10 and 12 are left as far as I can tell from the number of horses I can smell. Their smell is a pretty clear indicator.

I wasn't expecting Millie to land the seed in my nose or all the other ones in my mouth so I manage to snort the seeds all over the top of the carriage while I feel Millie doubling over with laughter as she squeezes the partially-eaten fruit hat back on her head.

One benefit of the fruit costume is that we can crack up all the way to the end of the chariots without it making a bit of difference to our costumes.

It's good to have a friend like Millie to laugh with me through the start of the Games; it's too hard to do alone.

Ivy Laurel: (District 12)

Damn Wes and his loving family…

I tell him that I'm going to kill him to win and yet he makes me feel sorry for him with his nobility and him missing his family. The big, warm family who all came to wish him good luck when he went to the Games while I sat alone.

I know thinking about my family will only hold me back when I need to win the Hunger Games but how can I kill the guy when I know that his family will be back home, praying for his safe return?

I thought my determination was unshakable, but such a simple sentiment has weakened my belief somehow.

No.

I can't think like that.

I have to win.

I have to move up in the world, to be able to do something with my life. If I want to be sentimental about a family with three other children, I'll give them some of my winnings.

I can't be sentimental about anyone, no matter how nice they seem.

I can't let anything get in my way.

If I was meant to care about family, I should've been born to parents who would care when their daughter was Reaped instead of sitting in the precious little store that's been holding me back for my whole life.

I have to keep my focus on the goal of winning; I can make it on my own, I don't need to keep people happy anymore. When I win, they'll have to keep me happy and I can do what I want to do without people pushing me around and holding me down.

The costume gives me a good starting point for the angle I can play to get some sponsors.

We're coal demons, dressed in black with curls of coal dust and spikes of coal shooting off at all angles. If they had those in the coal mines, even I'd be… not scares. Maybe a little unnerved. A little terror still won't stop me from winning, no way.

You can't even see my face as we get led out into the Capitol and that's the way I'm going to keep it.

These Games, I'll be like a ghost.

There's no way to stop me and most of the time, you won't even see me.

All the 'knight' mentions in reviews got to me, hence Apollo and Matt and Sean with a cape (and a crown).

I think I sort of gave away the game as to who has two votes but meh, that's only two while 11 different characters are only 1 vote behind that and the others are one vote behind that.