User blog comment:FHT/The 2nd FHT Hunger Games/@comment-71.146.68.115-20120519020136

Name: Akita Satan (not Satin)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

District: 8

Skills/Weapons: Appear very likeable, can manage without cornucopia supplies, can knit, cross between males and females, anything long-ranged.

Weaknesses: Was raised in an urban district away from wilderness, can be too friendly, adors all people, can't face to kill one another.

Bloodbath Strategy: Avoid

Alliance (If Any): The young; my partner

Interview Question: "Why look who have here from the textile district! Well to our first question Akita, many of the tributes think of you as timid and to quiet...what is your response to this Mr. Satan,"

Answer: "Well! I'm sorry. Nobody plans a murder out loud,"

Arena: As I walk in through the pitch black walls to the center of the room I notice the gamemakers huddled around a hodgepodge of food from fish working its way to dried plums.

I say my name aloud "Akita Satan... District 8, textiles" but I know already they haven't noticed my well being.

I make my way to over seven stations by the time I see a lone roll of yarn, knowing that nobody had experience in it. It takes me well over 20 minutes to finish a snow-white scarf but feel pleased by how at least two people have noticed my work. I grin.

I leave quickly after my progress, hoping for a milescule score to not attract much attention in the upcoming bloodbath that awaits.