User blog comment:Cloveismywife/The Vengeance Games/@comment-4988520-20121116014946

Lol I'm joining the translation club. This is the D2 reaping from english to arabic back to english.

This suppression of development or whatever you want to call it is sooo fucking embarrassment. So far, it's been choosing people who were killed or I killed my allies of the revival of greeting. I mean seriously. Fabio and Maysilee not hesitate to kill me, and copper and amber jobs who did not even allied with. Just sucks. Hopefully not pitiful and greeting in the 2 games back Gent. They all suck. And if you are not of My Games, I do not know them, because 201 and before that happened before I was born. Greetings from 1 looks just fine, but the summer and chat about already. I hope that a good greeting from 2. I want this year's winner.

We pull PlayStation 2 and the step off the train. That friendship stupid chick still looks like a wreck. What a mess. I really do not get why these people are getting emotional over seeing these people again. I had been dead for years and now they're dead again. Get over it.

"Follow me," says Kolo, leading us from the train toward the 2 reap region. And greeting hope and laughing all the talking. I was one of them last year. Our escort prostitute, Iris Stone, walks up to the stage wearing a mini skirt and a T-shirt so it should not be called a T-shirt. What makes it even more annoying is that it has a great body. I hate her so much.

"Let's begin to reap the Games revenge!" Screaming Iris. The crowd erupts and it makes that "Sweet Homes Holdings" noise in the microphone to subside. "First, I would like to introduce our victors. From our area, 2 Servirior Hex!" Iris says. The crowd goes ballistic as I walk up the steps. I must admit, being the victor is awesome. Everybody knows you and you're filthy rich. Iris declare victors and I eye square to greet I want to live. Mostly an angry look, and being shackled to the wall. But the heaviest of those is a girl who reminds me of me, in fact, a boy with black hair.

"Who are they?" I whisper to Whitney.

"Megan Jones and Everest Sateer", whispering again. I headed in my understanding and Iris starts talking again.

"We'll start with a new greeting first. Any volunteers?" You ask. A handful of girls hands go up, and desperate cries from the "PICK ME" ringing in my ears. Why is asking for volunteers? This slut who does not think she is? After a good one minute of looking around the crowd, Iris chooses a girl. Walk up to the same level and I suspiciously. Has some vanity and meanness about, and a malicious smile show it twisted and a little sexy. This girl is just like me. "What's your name?" Iris asks.

"Shermaine Wilson," the girl replies, "But you can call me pain." What tool. I understand the desire in the title so ugly name, but the pain? This is very weak. It stands alongside Iris choose from a male volunteers. She decides on one quickly this time, dark-skinned boy walking confidently appealing to the stage.

"Name?" Iris asks.

"Dimitri Yukov," says the boy. I am really impressed I am with these two, which probably means I'll be disappointed with the returnees. And sure enough, I am. Iris reads the names of the welding Louis and Sammy Fremont of the envelope. Oh great. Sami suck, but I do not know much about Lewis. We all on the head of the train and the cheers of the crowd. Lewis goes more directly to the summer, and they hug and kiss plants it on the cheek. I wonder what kind of relationship they have.

"Hi, I'm pain," a girl says. I spin around and see Shermaine standing behind me with evil look on his face.

"Yes, is not happening. Pain is a bad title, and Shermaine is the name of the downright ugly. What about Sherry?" I say, trying not to laugh. Her eyes narrow.

"I love my name, and the pain is what everyone calls me at 2," she says coldly.

"Whatever you say, Sherry," I reply. They are trying to hide its anger, but I can tell it was out drunk. Laugh and sit next to Dimitri as we get to zone 3.