User blog comment:Bystander100/100th User Games/@comment-5051895-20120512235701

Drina walks into the room, and there are eyes studying her, cleary unimpressed because of her stale district. Drina thought that they would most likely be to drunk even to watch her, but they kept staring, studying her.

It is like they are tearing me at the seems...

She noticed a silver glinting on a rack in the middle of the room. She stepped closer until she saw a sharp set of knives lying in front of fingertips. She knew what to do with them. So she huffed, grabbed 3, and went to the targets. She inhaled deeply and focused on the target on the other side of the room. She drew back her hand,

A let go.

It spiraled across that room, and a thud echoed throughout the room. She opened her shell shocked eyes, and saw that she had landed the hardest spot right in the bulleye.

The tiny one right on the head.

Now she felt the blood rushing. She threw the other two, and they landed with a perfect bulleye as well. She ran back farther, and grabbed the whole set,

And just let them fly.

Left and right she was hitting the bulleyes everywhere at a remarkable speed. Until the last on, she wanted to end with a spark.

And she meant it.

She saw the light illuminating the whole room, aimed it high, and let go of her knife. The room went completely dark, and sparks flew over her head. The gamemakers lighted some candles, and to her surprise, were smiling.

"You may go no, Miss Vox." he said.

"Thank you." and I walked out of the room, still feeling there eyes on me.