After countless hours of nonstop searching, I finally gave up in despair. I couldn’t find anybody to kill, especially since it was pitch-black outside. Fatigue started to settle in. I knew it was time for some rest. It had been a hectic and stressful day and my body urged me to sleep. I laid down softly on the cool, damp grass and attempted to shut my eyes.

Right before I did so, I noticed a small, piercing red object lurking in one of the remaining trees. It seemed peculiar, so I rose up to go investigate. As I stepped closer to the tree, I realized there were more small objects hanging around in it, each one a different color. I saw blue, yellow, orange, and now I was totally intrigued. I finished walking up to the tree and peered through the leaves to find out what the objects were. My eyes could make out that these objects were spotted and had four, moist legs. That’s when I knew these were no objects; these were frogs…poison dart frogs.

I quickly backed away from the tree and reached for my saber. The red blades ignited and lit up the night sky. Immediately, a frog leaped towards me. As it flew through the air, I swung my saber around and sliced through the frog like a knife slices butter. I watched as the frog’s head dropped to the ground, surrounded by a small puddle of blood. The remainder of the frogs sat still on their branches. Now I could tell there had to be at least a hundred of these tiny, little amphibians and they all wanted revenge. I probably should’ve thought about my other options before I killed one of their family members. All I could hear was the constant croaking of the frogs until one of them jumped towards me, followed by the rest of his large family. I was being swarmed by these poisonous creatures, and it certainly wasn’t easy to kill all of them off. They were ruthless and wanted to make me pay for killing their friend. I sliced through all of them one by one, but soon my arms started to weaken. Luckily, I swung through the last one before my body gave out. I took a deep breath and instantaneously collapsed onto the ground. The jungle was completely silent and I could finally get my rest. I rolled onto my side and dozed off. However, I was awoken in the middle of the night when I felt something moist and sticky clinging onto my bare skin. Then, I felt it creep along my arm, and it let out a familiar noise: croak.

It had been a fantastic day. I had just received the ultimate weapon my brother had made me and I was completely overjoyed. Nothing could ruin the moment…or at least that’s what I thought.

As I studied the bomb, I sensed there was a distinct smell looming in the air. I cautiously sniffed and realized the scent was salt. It was growing stronger, yet I had no idea why. Then, I heard a loud and emphatic roar. I knew right at that moment that I was in deep trouble. I twisted my body only to face a gigantic tower of blue. It kept growing and I knew it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. My feet dashed through the bushes, trying to escape the giant wave of death. I clutched onto my bomb as tight as I could. Even though I was running as fast as possible, I knew the wave was gaining on me. I looked back and noticed it was about to collapse. The wave came down like a hammer and shook the ground beneath me. Instantly, I was knocked down to the surface. The impact had shaken me up a bit, but I was alright. That is, of course, until I took a glance and saw tons of water coming rapidly towards me. I tried to stand, but by then, it was too late. The tide hit me like a truck and I was immediately dragged underwater. Luckily, the tide calmed and I was able to pick myself up within a couple of seconds. My head ached in pain as I stood up on the damp and cold ground. However, I still realized I was missing something: my bomb. The wave had washed away the weapon my brother had made. A sudden wave of anger flowed within me.

There was no doubt this was a tsunami created by the Gamemakers. Those no-good creeps destroyed my big shot to end the Games. I was eager to kill those morons. I was hungry for their blood, but I knew I couldn’t possibly kill them while I was in the arena. At that point, I was just going to have to take my anger out on something else…perhaps a tribute. Yeah, that sounded nice. It would serve as a good warm-up before I was able to get my hands on one of those pathetic, little Gamemakers. Bottom line was that somebody was going to pay for this and somebody was going to suffer.

I pulled out my light-saber from my back pocket and set off to kill.