(Ladies and Gentleman. Allow me to apologize for the last chapter. This fic it... it just got to me. I went briefly insane... i've been on medication since that chapter was released. I still feel a little woozy... I apologise if I seem tired in this chapter.)

GUT SOME IMPORT NOTES FOR ALLS OF U. (Oh good...)

1: I WAS RELAY BISSY SO I DIDANT HAVE LOTS OF UPDATTIME (Time like that couldn't have gone on long enough.) BUT ILL TRY SOME MORE WRITIN BECOS MY IDEES FOR THE NEXT CHAPPS ARE SOOOOOOOO COOL (I'll bet... she'll probably pull in stuff from Counter Strike next...)

2: I NOICED THAT MY SEPLIINGS WAS NOT AS GOOD (No. Really?) BECOS IW AS SO COT UP IN GETTIN THE COOL PLOT ON PAPPER (Digital paper... which you could have gone back to spellcheck... fuck it, i'm beating a dead horse.) SO ILL MAKE SOME BETTER SPELLINS THIS TIME (Ahuh... I'll be quick to call you on that one...)

ANYWAYS

THE MARRISSA GAMES

CHAPTER (SURRY (And your first spelling mistake.) I FORGOAT (The O is on the other side of the keyboard, no excuses... damnit, forgot the dead horse thing.) WHICH ONE): (So, she forgot her own chapter numbering... astounding.) CAPITOL PUNISEMENT (LOL ITS A DOBLE PUN!) (Hahah... not funny.)

That dum Bissness Man (I was actually contacted by the person Bissniss man was based on. He didn't seem dumb to me.) was gonna make me lose the GAMES an I didant even do anythin yet. (You're practically God... I don't think a guy in a suit can stop you.) All the Crits United flemar trollz was cheerin Prim an Peeta Peeta Sandwich Eata ft thenor thier sexay bodis (Peeta, yes, Prim, no.) an brave looks but nonone locked at me in my dumdress. (Maybe they were freaked out by your unnaturally massive tits?) But I felted kina funny lick I was bein on fire (... *sigh* Please tell me you're not...) an looked an….

I WAS A GIRL ON FIRE!11!1!^6 (Yeah, just steal scenes from Katniss to put onto Marissa... I miss Katniss... not this fic's bastardized version.) "Yo go girl!" Bisstness Man yelled lowd an all the crowd saw my kool flamerdress an cheered and hoohayed an did wulf wistles! (That's more like it... intense narcissim is so nauseating...)

"OK DOODS (When did the Hunger Games turn into the teen choice awards?) Thats this yeers tributts. They gonna to trane now so we can GET. SOME. HUNGER GAMES!" Senenca Crane (...w-wow... she got the name right... must be a full moon...) prided from his thrown (He has a bloody throne too?) he was on becos he was Hunger Gamzee King. I blowed lots a kisses to the peeps (Shallow whore...) an Prim an Peeta Peeta Sandwich Eata locked there Is an almost did a makout (Ugh... i'm too tired to even be disgusted by the pedophilia on display here...) but Haymash pulled ius of. "Theres not time for romanse yet, its tim for u guys to get ur ratins." (I think they have a day of orientation first...)

Heymitch taked us inot were all the others tributes was praktising. (No, guess we're just ignoring canon, nothing new there...) "Sins yur Distract 12 u go last so study theese guys for agood impression. (Well that's canon.) Peeta Peeta Sandwich Eata wented strate for the strongmans to show of his powa (Nothing about clever use of camoflague... poor Peeta.) an Prim jomped to the seeling (...yeah ok... girl Prim's age just jumps right to the ceiling. Too tired to care...) were there was ropes an a other tribute.

I desided to scope thins owt an size up the compys. (Wow. An actual intelligent move on Marissa's part... such a rarity.) The first tributt I met was Cato, a huge cat that cold walk on 2 legs (...what. Why. Just, why.) an ware cloths from Distract 1. "Be carefull Marrisser, hes dangerous." Wispered Haymitch. "Meow meow moew" Said Cato likin his. (I... I just don't... I can't make this out clearly.) I waked up to a arsery (...fuck this fanfic.) stashun with 2 of other gurls name Glimmer an Fuxfeces. (Been a while since the author's shit fetish reared its ugly head... here I thought we were safe.)

"Hi Im Marrissa Roberts u eksited for the game?" I happied (Oh boy, fighting to the death will be so much fun. I know i'm going to win, so why bother worrying?) tryin to get them on my good side an maybe do an allyinse. "Go way u b***** c*******f**** j*****!" (You could at least get the number of stars right, author... also I have no idea what curseword begins with J.) Prepped Gilmer an Fauxfeces lolled. (Good to know she gets no character at all.) "Weer career tributs we only ally wif Cato an Rigmaster an Skep an those." FF pontsed to a circul of familiar fases. (That apparently had nothing to do but stand there and wait to be pointed out.) IT WAS…. THE FALMER TROLZZZZ11 !

I rannded up to thems ready for a fite (And of course there were no guards present to stop her.) becos they ahd doned so much rong to all the people. (By daring to mock the almighty Marissa.) "Dont even try nothin yet weer all frends heer" Skep trolled wif sockasm. (What a fiend, using socks...) "Ya well get u good in da ringu dum m******** (...can't you even get the number of stars right for your censored swear words?) but not yetted." Ringmaestro went. "We gonna get ratied now." They leaved an I was fooming with angry. (How dare they point out the obvious...) They wast proally angry thats I was the flamer dress stead of them wen that was there theem. (Yes, everyone only hates you because they're jealous of you... fucking narcissist.) Bissness Man dided that on porpoise (That poor porpoise... it did nothing wrong.) to make them mad becos he was still hangry at Skep for divortioning him (Hah... yeah i'll bet.) an makin him pay child supple for the baby they had in foster's care "Skepness Man". (Motivation plot point swept aside, good job...)

Next up I went to Sweary Guy, (I'm sure he'll be a well develped character indeed...) a old guy (AN: Hes evan more olderer than Haymatch) (You could've had Marissa describe that herself...) with grey hare a bissness soot an tye an rinkles. "What the buggerin f**** p**** g******* b***** c*** are u bullockin done heer f****888?" Sweared him in British. (Only buggering is really a british insult... no idea what those P and G swear words are.) U dont call a lady that! (You do is she's a narcissistic bitch like you.) Spessaly not me, (Fuck off.) so I leaved.

Becos Im a spesla three tribute I wnted last for the intview. (Out of place considering the upcoming paragraph.) Pimp swungled down form the roaps to her turn an the gurl was takin wif goed to me. "Im Roo (...no ...not Rue ...please author, have mercy... please...) u most be Marrissa Roberts!" A girl bout Plims age worded. (Used in the wrong context...)

"OMG how did u no?" (You're the protagonist, its imperative everyone knows you.) Roo lollt "Yur famos lol!" (Called it...) I guess Bissness Mans flamersoot dress realay DID WORK. "So hoo are u?" of Roo.

"My dat as a humon an my mom was a kangaroo (...nooo ...please no...) so Im half so thats why Im Roo (...uhuh...uhuhuhuhuhuhaaaawwww ;-; ) an I can jump an clime an am good at all the things." (Why would you do this... why... why would you turn sweet little Rue into a fucking joke character?! T-T ) She was littel an never fited before but I thot Roo had good protential, (For no reason at all.) I wold need to keep my eye on here.

"MARRISSA ROVERTS YUR UP!" A gammaker noised (No, those still aren't real verbs...) from the doors so I came. Insid was a room with sum weapons an the gaymakers (That can't be an accident.) were eatin lots of food becos they was all at leest 300000000 pounds eech (Not physically possible... ugh, why do I even care?) an Scene Queen was on a thrown a gain. "So us yur stuff so we can eet." Boreded (Stop it...) one.

To impeis them I used my spesal powers to liftatate the table (Oh, yeah, that'll work... no using your detective powers to learn all about their lives or using your electrical zapper powers or your green lantern powers, lifting a table should be fine...) but one wasant impress. "Hey im eatin that!122" So I sayd "Ok Ill give u sekunds!" So I made a hole pig go into his moth an down this throte (Marissa's violent nature is showing again...) buttit got logged there an he cudant breth so I had to use MEGA PAWNCH to gets it owt (Yeah I can see this ending well...) but I accidentally punshed ot all his orguns an internal guts so he died. (...geezus...) "GET OWT!#y!#u!*(*(!{87" Sentinel Crane screemed wit hatred. I messeded up reel bad this time (SEE MARRISAS NOT A MURY SUE !12). (So, you've tried to use this situation to show us Marissa isn't perfect. Considering Marissa has caused death and injury before, such as ripping a hooker's tits off, all you've done is continue to show us what a violent misanthropic felon Marissa is.) With hed lo I waked bak to Thomas the Tink Enjine were Peeta Peeta Snadwich Eata and Prim were tellin Haymish, Bissness Man an Effie the down lo. (Weren't they given a room? Why are they still hanging about on the train?)

"I showed tem my cunnin stunt!" Say Prim of her quizzed. (The context is not strong with this one...) "They was relay imprezzed." "Peeta Peeta Sandwich Eata sau that he use strength to pull it in half." (Wow... physically impossible strength is always good.)

"Ho did yurs go Marrissa?" Haymish saked. "Nut so god… (Prepare the flood gates...) I KILLED HIM NOW ILL LOSE THE GAMES AN NEVER SEE WHEETLY AN CHELL JUNOR EVAH AGANE!13" (Good. You deserve to lose everything you murderous narcissist...) I cryed sooo many teers I was almost a goth emo (Please don't take us back into My Immortal...) but it was ok this time sins this was serios bissness. Ten the door exploded (Everything explodes in this fic...) an I powered up for a fite but only Effie. She jump-kiked the dore down becos she was in a big hurray. (Because Effie is known for jump kicking doors down...)

"Hurry guys ther showin the scores!" She went turn on the tellyvishun (Which just so happened to be on the train too...) (it was a cool sooped up one that was a big screen plasma an had HF capasities an 3DD) (No reason that couldn't be shown through description. Sensual Crane was on an wave from his thrown. "Aight everbyboydy its that tim of yeer agane! (He could say that about any part of this stupid thing...) The scores for THE TRIBYOUTS!111" Senkena louded with a plause. The scores were

CATO: MEOW (LOL BECOS HES CAT) (You're not funny.)

GLUMMER: 15 (Uh, no. The maximum score is 12.)

SWEARY GUY: 7

SKEP: HALF (LOL BECOS OF HER HAF WERLDS BLOOG) (You're still not funny.)

RINGMATER: 0

PONY STRONGBAD: 0

ALBACOREMORTOS: -2 (Just skip over two characters we never met... who cares. They bore the snot out of me.)

ROO: 10

FRESH: 9 (You mean Thresh?)

FAWKESFACE: 11

PEETA PEETA SANDWICH EATA: 12

REMOTELY: 0 (MORE LIEK REMOLAME LOL) (Hi, you're still not funny...)

PIMPROSE EVERGREEN: 20 (No...)

An…

I o-mouthed (Too tired to make a funny expression...) in shock at wat teh last score was!

MARRISSA ROBERTS: 100 (...I ...uh ...no. I'm all for Marissa becoming a target of every other tribute, but that was a given anyway... stop jerking off your own character...)

TO BE CONTINUED!

IM BACK GUYZ! (Great...) NETS TIME THE GAME BEGIN SO HOLD ONTU YUR POPCORN! (Or in my case the ibuprofen and painkillers...) PS WHATS SWEARY GUYS REEL NAME I CANT REMBER (When has getting your facts straight ever mattered to you?)

(Phew... note to self, don't review a chapter while recovering from insanity... i'll be much better next week folks, I promise...)