User blog comment:EstupidCow/User RP Games The Warming Games/@comment-8169590-20140112013344

Toast fled into the thick foliage of the arena, only now peeking her head out. She darts towards the Cornucopia, grabbing desperately at the throwing knives. She scoops them up and sees a sleeping bag between the Cornucopia and tribute plates. She grabs that, too, and decides she needs one more weapon. Her hair sticks to her sweaty forehead, as she knows she could die any moment. She grabs a throwing sword for her weapon. The sword was close to the sleeping bag. Right before she departs from the Cornucopia, she grabs a pair of snowshoes. Toast runs for her life, not looking back.