User blog comment:Blissfully Mine/Summer's New New...User Games?/@comment-5760279-20140919214326

The tributes rise up from their plates, most of them looking to see what surrounds them. Broken down food sections, the counters still with cash registers, although dirty and dusty and stained. It's abandoned.

Pop music plays from the jukebox, except then abruptly interrupted by static sounds and then a small beep. The countdown comes on.

Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six...Five...

The users get into a running stance, ready to sprint as the corncucopia rises from the middle, weapons glimmering in the sunlight that peeks through the glass ceiling. Some bloodthirsty, others with scared expressions on their faces. The floor begins to shake tremulously, almost like an earthquake, which may cause some stumbling for those who try to run. Tributes attempt to steady themselves, careful not to fall off and blow to bits.

Four...Three...Two...One.

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