User blog comment:Blissfully Mine/Summer's User Games!/@comment-5097339-20131231165934

Sam nervously sat in the waiting room, his legs were twitching, he kept tapping his fingers on the table and beads of sweat started to trickle down his cheeks. Then the horribly cold and tinny voice comes over the speaker.

"Sam-District 4"

Sam tentatively walks to the door, clutches his fists and takes a deep breath. He is instantly blinded by the brilliant white light of the room. Once he has got his bearings, he aknowledges his judges, they are not bored..yet. Sam sprints for the Tridents, he grabs the first one. It fits like a glove, for Sam holding a trident is just so natural. His muscles go taut, he takes a short run up and lets fly.

The trident hurtles through the air and lodges itself in the dummies head. A wave of relief floods over Sam, a new found confidence blossoms inside him. He grabs another and effortlessly sends it flying straight into the dummies chest. The judges eagerly await his next move, most have their noses pressed up against the glass window which encases them.

Sam grins uneasily, trying not to look intimadated by pressure, but on the iniside adrenaline and fear rush through his body. Sam draws a final trident and runs at the dummy. He braces himself and jumps about three steps from it. He aims his trident and buries it in the dummies chest, the dummy goes crashing to the ground with Sam on top of it.

The judges are pleased, but Sam is determined to show he is more then a one-trick pony. He rushes over to the Plants section and grabs some vines. He then begins to weave a net out of the vines, it is effortless just like his father had shown him back on their boat in District 4, this sudden nostalgia evokes a new emotion within Sam, he realises there is a strong chance he will never see the ones he loved because of this awful men right here. Judging him on a skill he shouldnt need.

All fear and anticapation flys out of his system, he grabs his net and some paint. He then focuses in on the Head Gamemaker, an ugly being, and draws his face onto the dummies head. It's clearly regoniseable as a horror stricken grimace appears on his face. He stands the dummy up, grabs a trident and walks to the door. "Eh, you cant take that" a voice exclaims.

"I dont intend to" Sam replies, smirking. With that he whips round and sends the trident into the dummies head. He does not even wait for a reaction.