Author's Note: Hey guys! Wat up? THE GAMES HAVE FINALLY STARTED! AND I'M POWNING MY SISTER AT MONOPOLY! HAHAHA!

Disclaimer: Were you dropped as a baby?

60 seconds. That's how long it takes to pick your nose, roll the booger into a ball, and flick it at a person. Why did I think that? I don't know. Blame it on my .

I run off my plate, scattering food everyone. Two steps away from me is an M-16, with a grenade launcher attachment, but I ignore it. Instead, I go for the more primitive weapon, a laser gun. I pick it up, but it's too heavy so I drop it. I see a worthless piece of plastic. My eyes widen. I. DON'T. NEED. THAT. BUT. I. WANT. IT. FOR. BRAGGING. RIGHTS. WHY. ARE. ALL. MY. THOUGHTS. CAPITALIZED. AND. ARE. SEPARATE. SENTENCES. Oh. The caps lock was on and the period was stuck. Time to take the piece of plastic.

"HIYAH! Check out my awesome ninja moves!" I twirl around in some random kicking motion. Everyone around me faints in awe. Or disgust. I'm going for the first one. I pick up the plastic and leave. I could have just killed them all with any of those weapons, or at least picked up all the supplies, but I decide I'm too stupid to think of either of those options.

Whistling, I fold my piece of plastic like a piece of paper, which is technically impossible, but once again, I'm too stupid to realize that. After 15 seconds of mindboggling folds, I give up on trying to make half a sheet of paper.

All-right. What did Aymitchhay say about being? Oh right. First thing first: you need to get out of the bloodbath. Second: You need to think. (Author's Note: Rene Decartes) Well, seeing as I've failed both, I think I'll go for the third: Find Water.

There's a water bottle in front of me. Unfortunately, it's not Fiji. I only drink Fiji water. Destroying Fiji one water bottle at a time! So I ignore it. Hey look! Dasani water! But wait, this is from Coca-cola! How is water coke? That's an oxymoron. I don't like morons. Even though I am myself. Where was I? Oh yeah. At the cornucopia. Well that doesn't matter.

Suddenly, there are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven explosions. Hm. I wonder why people are playing with dynamite.

I continue. I come to a stop. Wait! What if… Peeta… dies… not knowing 1+1=3, not 4! ! Ok! Time to sleep! I conk out.

I wake up to a rustling. Wait, what the? Why am I strapped down to a willow tree? And who the HELL is that?

"Hoo, ha, hoo, ha humahumahumahuma, hoo, ha…" chants a probably insane girl while preparing a fire.

"What are you doing?"

"Gonna make me a meal… hoo, ha, hoo…" the crazy girl says.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH! Can I join you?"

"OOOOHHHHGGGG OOOGGGGHHH! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" the crazy girl cuts me out of the tree. I stab her for absolutely no reason at all.

"HAHA! Death to… um… uh… YOU! HAHAHAHA! Wait a second… Peeta's one of them!"

YAY! I finally finished this chapter! Sorry I haven't been fulfilling one chapter every 2 days promise. I've been busy with an SYOT. Like, making one. Not just putting in a character. So check it out! but first click right…

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