Gah! I kinda published a new story last night. I wasn't planning on publishing it yet, but I was all "why not! Let's do it!" And so I did. It's an Avengers fic. Read if you like that stuff. I published a NEW chapter of Potion-Master's Son. Which got a bajillion views (and 1 review. Really? I don't understand that.) And now I'm writing this. Foxface is next! Then 75 will have some tribute. Not sure which. And if I get 16 more reviews, there will be 76! ~Jazzy
P.S. This is the canon games in which everyone basically froze to death
Games: 73
Key Word: Freeze
POV: Ophelia Lark, District 8
Freeze
I was cold. So cold. The landscape was blindingly white. All I could see was the falling snow and endless plains. No trees. No food. My body was exceedingly cold.
I just needed some warmth. But no wood was around for me to start a fire with. In fact, any hope of survival lay in the Cornucopia's supplies. But I, the idiot, hadn't taken anything. I had just run. I wish that I had gone for it. Even if I died in the bloodbath, at least it would be quick and painless.
Because I was dying slowly. Freezing to death.
