User blog comment:HereComeTheDrums/Roleplaying Games!/@comment-5824081-20120604210919/@comment-5824081-20120605210122

All the Tributes rise, and find themselves-Completly alone. Each Tribute is alone facing a "Personal Cornicopia" Inside it it is a single backpack filled with a water bottle, a whistle(each tribute has a differently pitched whistle, great for communication, hint hint.), a bag of dried fruit, beef jerky, a sleeping bag, and night vision glasses.

10, 9, 8...

The countdown stops.

"Tributes, welcome." Announces- President Snow?? "As you know, I am not the Head Gamemaker. As you have noticed, you are alone, withing a short walking distance of another tribute. As always, may the odds be ever in your favor." What was that about??

7, 6, 5, 4...

3...

2...

1...

GONG!!!