District Four. Commonly a Career district, granted, not as much as One and Two, but still they had their training academy. And from that academy, came Isla Delmare. The sweet redhaired girl that had a deadly talent with a trident. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the victor of the 64th Hunger Games, Isla Delmare from District Four!"

A/N: I do not own Hunger Games of any of the characters, I only own Isla Delmare. Some scenes in this book come from the books or the movies, I do not own those, I am simply using them in my book.

Frankly speaking, Andy has never been so tired, even if the code words nested in the study for days and nights are not so tired.
    This kind of thing is not easy to do, especially in the face of a smart person. Even if he has thought of reasonable answers to some questions at home, he still makes Allen. DeGeneres drew some truth. For example, his previous views on death performance and his views on homosexual love. Fortunately, he was confused by all kinds of embarrassment and shameless cuteness, and ended the recording of "Allen Show" in the laughter of Allen and the audience.
    Andy's humor and wisdom also made Alan appreciate it very much, especially when he expressed his opinion on the relationship with XING "I can not agree with the way you live, but I am willing to defend your right to live differently from me!" , But also got a big hug from Allen.
    After exchanging phone numbers with Allen, at the door of the BS Los Angeles branch building, a brand new silver-gray Bentley has been waiting for a long time. Joseph quickly walked in front of Andy and opened the door. After Andy sat in the car, He took off his jacket, took a bottle of water from the car refrigerator, took a sip, took a breath, leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes slightly, recalled what he had said in the recording, and relaxed after discovering that there were no mistakes.
    Don't say anything, don't be nervous, don't really think that the tiger's body can be shocked, people kneel and lick their surrender, that is. It's strange that the two worlds were not nervous when he was on TV for the first time. Fortunately, his first appearance came to a successful end, thanks to his deliberately bottomless touted host Alan several times, so that she does not deliberately make things difficult for herself After all, his previous black history is indeed quite a lot.
    In any case, today's goals are all achieved, new book promotion, image shaping, black history washing, white screen debut. Drinking water silently thinking in his mind. Although he would like to wash all the black history in one go, he also knows the reason why the speed is not enough, and underage drinking, ** what is really not so easy to forget, especially during this period of his popularity At such a high level, the vulgar speculation of unscrupulous media makes the road to whitewash more difficult.
    At present, only the aura of success can be used to dilute the stain on his body. After all, people are tolerant of the successful. Do not believe you see Steve Jobs, he has more black history, and even more Americans can not forgive, but later, uncle Joe, Joe God, who still pay attention to his rough, stingy, treacherous and cold-blooded.
    So Andy valued his writer's identity very much. Now, these "Dark Fairy Tales", "The Hunger Games" and "Dream of Dreams" are all the stepping stones for him to open up the situation. He agreed to go on the show and also to let himself His new book is more widely publicized, making his talented writer's aura stronger, so that even if he makes mistakes in the future, people can treat him more generously.
    In the recording process, Andy was most proud of the various short paragraphs, the tricks of the soul poison. To be honest, he really did not know that he could sell the cuteness without shame, but the audience on the scene liked it, and all kinds of laughs also let The show has always been in a happy atmosphere.
    The ringtone interrupted Andy's contemplation, "Hey, the festival list is over, and I'm on my way home. Well, it's going well. It's strange not to be nervous, mainly because Allen is a good person and didn't ask some embarrassing questions, right, Don't pick up the show for me. Okay, I won't listen to those reasons. That's it, I'm hanging up."
    Hanging up the phone did not give Karl the chance to flicker over the phone, and gave the game company a call to ask about the situation, and reiterated his own emphasis on the quality of the game.
    "Time is not a problem. What I need is an exquisite game that allows players to admire, work slowly and work hard! What? You don't know what it means to work slowly and work fine, okay, it's all over the years. "" Andy rolled his eyes and hung up the phone, playing with the phone in his hand, thinking for a while.
    That's all for now. Looking out through the car window, looking at the endless stream of cars and various passers-by, reaching out and squeezing his fists.
    The future will be in my hands!
    After the "Allen Show" aired, Carl started to follow up on the propaganda work of "The Hunger Games". He firmly held Andy's thigh even if he knelt and licked, because Andy gave him more than money In return, more important is dignity and status.
    I remembered how I looked at the CAA broker's representative embarrassingly leaving his office the other day with contempt.
    Now he is the goal pursued by various Hollywood film companies. Andy's hot sale, fools know the value, especially the first volume of "The Hunger Games" is considered the most valuable IP.
    Karl just walked into the building of Xuele Publishing House and saw Mcmiller greet him with a smile on his face. He nodded expressionlessly and said hello. He didn't pay attention to the hand extended by Mcmiller and looked at The other party withdrew his embarrassed hand and walked towards the elevator without any pause. He listened to the other person's compliment along the way. Carl's mouth turned up slightly, and his fat body was much lighter. Mike Miller was so angry, the other party felt how to shut him off, and before Andy fluttered the street, the other party's face was even more ugly.
    Mcmiller looked at Carl who entered the meeting room, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, because his over-repressed anger made him blush, and his hands were clenched into fists, but it quickly became like a discouraged The ball, with a wry smile, sighed, thinking about his attitude towards Carl before, maybe this is retribution.
    The meeting room was quickly filled with people. Elton Bull, the president of Xuele Press Los Angeles, was very optimistic about the prospect of "The Hunger Games", and even deep in his heart, he published this series with him." "Harry Potter" is comparable. He knows exactly what such a series will bring to the publishing house and him, so he decided early in the morning to run the publication and publicity of this part.
    "Mr. Carl, this is a sample of book reviews sent by major newspapers. You can see if there is anything that needs improvement." Eltonpur handed Carl a stack of documents and said with a smile.
    Karl Fei took the file with no expression on his face, and carefully looked over it. Now, anything about Andy can't be treated sloppyly for him.
    "A thrilling adventure, fantasy and unpredictable super-selling youth!-----"The Wall Street Journal".
    "Stephanie Mayer, author of "Twilight" and Stephen King, the thriller master, read this book without sleep, sleepless nights, and crazy addiction! ------" The New York Times".
    . . . . . .
    Karl looked through them one by one, smiled and handed the documents back to Eltonpur, and said with great satisfaction: "Andy is right, professional things are handed over to professional people, thanks to the publishing house and Elton Mr. effort."
    Elton heard Carl's compliment words, very helpful, and smiled back: "This is what we should do, and our service aim is to satisfy our customers."
    After the two complimented each other, they began to discuss the next promotion work.
    "Mr. Carl, see if you can get Mr. Andy Smith on a few more talk shows to promote, and the sales of "Allen Show" have greatly stimulated sales." Elton Bull listened to the introduction of each This kind of propaganda program suddenly said to Carl around.
    Karl Fei's face twitched slightly and replied directly: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Elton, except for the "Allen Show" and "Saturday Night Live" which were promised earlier, Mr. Andy Smith has rejected all TV shows, because he is creating a new one, there is no time at all."
    Looking at Elton Bull's disappointed expression, Carl whispered Andy's willfulness in his heart, but he knew that Andy's new book had been written a few days ago, but Andy did not agree to appear in the camera, and everything was useless. He really doesn't understand Andy's idea. It's tempting to be on the talk show, increase the exposure, and become a star that everyone wants. How can Andy not cooperate?
    Andy, who was teasing two little Doberman pinschers who had been sent a few days ago, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, scolded, and continued to play with the two puppies.
    Looking at the Doberman who was chasing behind him, he was very satisfied. Because of the pure blood, the price was naturally high. One male and one mother, Andy named them Kuaiyin and Witches, and the puppies were running around him, and they were very close to him. Andy was also very happy. He would touch Kuaiyin once, and he would always touch him. Witch pounced on his calf. The puppies are all three months old and their bodies grow very strong. They are very curious about the new environment. Once they sniff the leaves that fall on the lawn with their noses, they use their claws to pull the dirt on the grass.
    The blooming flowers in the bushes aroused the little guy's interest. They sniffed their noses, sneezed while being stimulated by pollen. After sneezing, they seemed to feel a trace of anxiety, and they all barked at the flowers.
    "Haha..." Andy could not help but seeing the funny scene of the two puppies. This made him feel for the first time in this time and space that he was no longer lonely. Even if it was just two dogs, this emotion was very subtle. Perhaps it was the incredible thought of crossing this kind of thing, and Andy kept a trace of vigilance subconsciously at all times, which is very Worrying, the lack of security made him very upset.
    However, since he was accompanied by two young Dubins, he never woke up again in the middle of the night. The superposition of his soul made his five senses too sharp. Any strange noises at night made him unable to sleep. Now the bodyguards stay and stay small The dog's company greatly relieved his tight nerves.
    With the success step by step, he was still in contact with strangers deep in his heart, especially the night after the recording of "Allen Show", he could hardly sleep well. His secret was discovered in his sleep, and various confessions were forced. Various blood draws and slices made him feel scared.
    In fact, this is also a normal phenomenon. When you have a secret that decides life and death, no one can face it calmly, you can only bear it yourself, slowly increase your own capacity to accommodate this nightmare, and then stay in the deepest memory, It was not until the moment of death that he was finally relieved.

From the 2015 Chinese mobile game programmer Song Dawei who walked through the appendage and drowned American young writer Andy Smith in 2006, now that you are reborn, enjoy your life.

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When Henry pulls up the car at the address, my sister texted me I'm surprised, to say the least.
It's not our usual hangout. It's a tattoo parlour in a rough part of London that we've always avoided at our parents' insistence.
"Do you want me to wait, Miss Stone?" Henry looks worried. "Or perhaps I could escort you in? Are you sure this is where you're meeting your sister?"
Normally Henry is so quiet, I'm surprised by his questions, but then again, he is the head of security at Landon's company as well as being responsible for Landon's personal safety.
He isn't just a driver.
I consider taking him up on his offer but then laugh at myself. If Ali thinks it's safe, it's safe.
"I'll be fine," I smile, "perhaps just wait for a moment. I'll text you if there's a problem."
"If you are sure, Miss Stone." His response is uncertain.
"I'm sure that you need to stop calling me Miss Stone... It's Aurora." I smile at him through the mirror. "It'll be okay."
"Okay Aurora," he nods, "I'll wait. Call me when you are ready to leave. I won't be far away."
"What do you usually do when you are waiting for Landon?" I ask, suddenly curious.
"I often get some work done," he replies, "but more often than not I read a book."
"What are you reading at the moment?" I ask with genuine interest.
"The Hunger Games." He smiles. "My eldest daughter recommended I read it."
"You have a daughter?"
"Two."
"How old are they?" I ask.
"Lacey is twelve and Louise is seven."
"Lovely," I smile. "I'll see you shortly Henry. Enjoy your book. The Hunger Games is a fantastic read."
***
Aileen is waiting for me just inside.
"What are we doing here, Ali?" I ask immediately.
"I've got a surprise for you." She grins wickedly. "I planned this right after you told me about how you wanted to break all the rules."
"I don't want to break them all. I don't particularly want to do drugs."
"Stop being pedantic." She glares at me. "You can be so frustrating sometimes."
"So, what's this surprise?" I ask, a little too scared.
"I booked you an appointment to get a tattoo."
"You did what?"
I can only imagine the look of horror on my face. It's not that I don't like tattoos, and sure secretly I've always wanted one, but I'm seriously chicken.
"I even chose a design for you."
She's grinning like a child in a sweet shop, and I can't bring myself to tell her I don't want a tattoo.
"Let's see it," I sigh.
Ali shows me the design she has in mind, and I have to admit, it's enchanting. A lighthouse on a hill, shining so brightly even the moon is dark by comparison. It's all lines and curves, and it reminds me of Landon's mother's painting.
"I love it. But where will I put it?"
"Wherever you like." Aileen chuckles as if the answer is obvious. It's 100% my choice.
"It needs to be some place people won't see it," I whisper.
"What about your rib cage?" Aileen suggests, touching her side, just beneath her left boob. "Or the inside of your thigh... I've always wanted one there."
"My side sounds good," I grin excitably. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?"
"Yup," she nods, "but it's worth it."
"Are you getting one?"
She grins.
"Not today." 
The tattooist is younger and skinnier than I expected. I would have thought he'd have been covered head to foot with tattoos, bald on top and a beer belly in front, but instead, he can't be any older than me, and his hair is an unruly mess.
He's athletic, and I notice the way Aileen flirts with him. His name is Craig. He's patient as he explains what he is going to do.
The sound of the tattoo pen is incredibly loud, and as it first touches my skin, I jump in shock from the pinch.
"Sorry," I apologise.
"It's okay," he smiles. "Just try and stay still. Tell me about yourself, Aurora."
He's trying to distract me. He's not really interested.
"I don't know what to tell you." 
"Do you have any pets?"
"Er... no, unless you count my boyfriend," I joke.
"That counts, that definitely counts."
I try not to laugh, don't want to mess up my new tattoo. Aileen and Craig try to distract me from the pain with silly little stories but it's pretty d*mn painful, and at some point, I start to cry.
"Do you want a break? Stretch your legs?" Craig asks soothingly.
"Please."
I smile up at him from the chair that really does resemble a dentist's chair. The noise of that weird little pen machine is gone, and I sit up and swing my legs round. As soon as I'm upright, I walk over to the mirror and glance at his work. It's not finished, but there's no denying he's an artist.
"It's amazing, Craig."
"It's not finished."
He grins at me, pleased that I like it.
I stare at the light as he finishes it off, banishing out the stabbing pain in my side, ignoring their voices as I think about what the lighthouse means.
I've always loved lighthouses.
As a child, I'd wanted to live in one. That's why Ali chose this design. Landon likes lighthouses too, I think. At least, he loves the one in his mother's painting.




Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses.
Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.

One city. Nine million people.
An heiress hell bent on breaking her parents' rules…
A CEO struggling to maintain control... 
Two co-workers with a history they can’t delete…
An artist running from her past…
The man who wants nothing more than to protect her…
A manwh*re doctor looking for a second chance with the only woman he’s ever loved…
A detective and her jerk of a boss, hunting down a serial killer…
And the hunky man who might just be one lucky girl’s Christmas Miracle…

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."
- Mae West

Eleanor?" I hear someone whisper coolly. "Eleanor Jones?" I sit up in bed. "Who's there?" I whisper back. Why am I always getting these dreams? Every night for as long as I can remember, at 2:46 A.M., I am getting these nightmares. Someone would whisper my name. I hate it. It terrifies me. I don't want anyone whispering around in my room, scaring me to death. No one does.
I sigh. I can never sleep after these dreams. Every time I closed my eyes, I would hear the voice again. I reach over to grab my flashlight. The light stings my eyes, but at least I wasn't in complete darkness.
I roll out of bed and pick up my coloring things from the ground. I jump back into bed, and start to sketch. Sketching, reading, and writing always distracted me from those dreams and the mystery of my missing father.
Once I finish, I pull out a book from my nightstand. There were so many books in there, that I would just pull one, see what it was, and read it. 
I look at the book that is in my hands. 'Elements.' I love this book. Even though it was so dark and sad. I think of myself as Loralei, with fire powers. Just stuck in a world with her friends. And you can't do anything about it. I swear, I'd read this book at least six times. 
I finish half of the book in two hours. The normal time was about three, for finishing half. I love it so much, I finish it in less than that time. I look over at my alarm clock. I hadn't looked at it all night, since I knew it was at least 2:46 A.M. I see the clock itself, but where are the green lights telling me the time? 
The power must've gone out again. I think.
It rains a lot where I live. I live in Gulfport, Mississippi, the second-largest city in the state.
The power went out a lot because of all the rain. Sometimes, it would go out during the day, sometimes at night. I've gotten used to it, though. But it bothered me to not know what time it was. 
I reach over for my laptop on my nightstand. Maybe some music and some games will distract me from my dream I think. I hook my mouse into the side. I tap on the spacebar. My screensaver of raindrops on a window pops up. I look at the top right-hand corner to see what time it is. "4:39," I say aloud. I open Slipped, a music app, and start to look for music. I immediately search Ava Levine. She is my favorite artist. I love the way she sings, too. 
After thirty minutes of playing Mira, a creative building game, I get bored. I click to a new tab. I click on the search bar lightly. "Fun… Games… Free…" I say slowly as I type. I look at the results. "Abc123… That's for kids… Speed Typing. Already super fast at typing… DevTech Games. Oh, what the heck?"
I click on the link to DevTech Games, a game that someone at my old school coded. For a kid, it was actually pretty good. I look around for the hangman game. I love word games. 
When I find it, I click on it immediately. Up comes a screen with a little girl walking with a basket of bread in her hands. I click the icon that reads 'MEDIUM.' I see a little girl with pigtails hiding her face with the basket because of a monster in front of her. The object of the game is to figure out the word or phrase before the monster eats all your bread. 
I look at the category for the round. "Food. Okay," I said. "_ _ _ _ _    _ _ _" I pause. "Always start with vowels." I look at the twenty-six letters on the screen. I type 'A.' "A_ _ _ _    _ _ _." 
"Okay," I say. "It's a start." 'E' "A_ _ _E    _ _E." 'I' "A_ _ _E    _IE." 'O' One of the little girl's bread loaves disappears. "Suck," I groan.
'P' "APP_E PIE." "Oh! 'L!'" "APPLE PIE." The girl kicks down the monster, and then it says I've saved six loaves of bread loaves. "Yes!" I say to myself.
After a while of that, I look to see what time it is. "5:23," I sigh. I open Taken, a site with tons of shows. "What should I watch?" I say to myself. I go to the search bar at the top. "Proud Waters" I type. I click on the first episode, 'Floating'
'Proud Waters' is a show about a group of friends with elemental powers. I like it a lot, because it's not one of those corny, stupid shows that kids watch, it's actually good.
After watching the second episode, 'Moved,' I look at the time again.
"6:11."
I get out of bed to get dressed. I usually get ready for school now so I could have free-time for a while, before school started. 
I pull open the doors to my closet. I pick out a steel blue colored long-sleeved shirt, black jeans with holes in the knees, and my dirty black and white sneakers. I brush my hair gingerly, and let it fall down my back into a long wavy heap, and slip in my diamond earrings. 
All of a sudden, I see that my alarm clock is blinking '12:00.' "Oh, good," I say with relief. "The power's back on." I flick on the light. I make my bed, clean the almost spotless room, and flip open my laptop again. 
I open my mail inbox, and look for the group message I share with my best friends, Tessa Bell and Cameron Roberts. All three of us are seventeen and have our drivers license.

earlybird.eleanor has logged on
earlybird.eleanor: Hello?
dothecamcam.123 has logged on
dothecamcam.123: Waddup?
earlybird.eleanor: Hey! You getting ready for school?
tess.the.mess has logged on
tess.the.mess: ya. i wish we went to the same skool
earlybird.eleanor: Totally.
dothecamcam.123: Gtg. Mom made toast and eggs! 😋
tess.the.mess: ya, my mom made brekfist too. C u. 👋

dothecamcam.123 has logged off
tess.the.mess has logged off
earlybird.eleanor has logged off
I hear my stomach grumble in hunger. I close my laptop, and head upstairs for breakfast. I slowly walk up the wood stairs coated with a soft carpet. 
I hear the clinking of dishes in the kitchen. My mother. I rush over to see what she is making. "Morning, Eleanor," she says in an exasperated voice. 
"Morning, mom," I reply. "What's for breakfast?" I ask after a few moments.
"Pancakes." she replies. I sigh. 
"Why'd I even bother asking." 
We'd had pancakes for the past few weeks for breakfast. Pancake mix is all we can afford. That's why I am going to a private school. This school pays you for coming. It pays you five dollars a day. I'm planning on going to this school for as long as I can. It holds grades from kindergarten to twelfth grade. 
I eat my pancakes without syrup, as usual. I walk over to my mother, who has just collapsed onto the couch, rubbing her temples. "Bye mom, I gotta catch the bus," I say as I hug her. "Okay," she says as I slip on my black rain jacket and black backpack. "I love you, Eleanor." But I'm out the door.

Jackson looked around and saw that the surroundings was frozen in time.

"You're the God of Games Tet?" Jackson said he look at the boy in front of his eyes he took a look at Tet's eyes; his right eye has green iris and inside his pupil was a yellow shaped diamond while his left eye has violet iris and inside was green shaped spade. His attire was just like a normal kid you see when you stroll on the streets but when you look at his eyes you will be able to feel the tremendous pressure that can suppress your body in place even without him doing anything.

{Yes, We need to talk. I'm very sorry that I didn't had the time to talk to you when I transported you to this world because I had a more important matter to attend to.}

Jackson was stupefied with what he was hearing from the boy in front of him, just saying that he was the God of Games was baffling enough and another thing the he said is that he was the one who transported Jackson inside the game further blew his mind.

"You're the one who transported me to this place? What for?" Jackson calmed down after thinking things through, he would rather live in this place than live in his previous world where he can't even call it living.

Going to work everyday to earn money just barely enough in order to survive without dying of hunger was all he can do and in this new world he can put all of those troublesome things aside and live his life to the fullest.

{Well its a reward, as you can see I'm the God of Games and you can say that the MMORPG that your playing is a [GAME] and then I am observing your day to day life in your world and saw that even though you were shackled by the system called society and had to go with their rules you still play the same game for a whole 20 years and that in itself is admirable to me. What? You don't like to be in the game you play for 20 years?}

"No, It's not that I don't want to. It's just that in all of the novels that I have read that almost all of the protagonist were transported for a reason." Jackson said. 

{Oh? Novels huh, so you also read novels? Indeed, I can see in your memories that you read a lot of them and all of them have quirks and blessings huh?}

"Wait, you can read my memories?"

{Of course, Duh? I'm a [GOD] you know. Anyway I came here to welcome you to this world, even though It's a late welcoming. This world is called Nevareth, this is one of the Game Worlds that I have created and there are 4 other people just like you in this world. My other selves as you may say my clones is already talking to them right now. I am here to gift you something.}

'There are others like me? I hope their friendly' Jackson thought as he listened to the God of Games in front of him.

{This is your gift.}

[RETAIN OF STATUS, LEVEL and SKILL LEVEL]
Description: The God of Games will give you gift of retaining the level and status your character once had.

"I can retain my Status, Level and Skill Level?" Jackson immediately said as soon as he saw the gift the God of Games gave him.

{Yes it was supposed to be as soon as you passed the level 10 but I had to do something urgent that's why it was delayed. Here take this book it will be able to give you back your Level and Status that was consumed when you were transported in my world.}

Jackson took the book that Tet gave to him as a gift.

[DO YOU WANT TO USE THIS ITEM]
[YES] or [NO]

'Yes' Jackson immediately answered with his mind and a surged of boundless power flowed towards his body. Jackson then checked his status and was delighted to see that the gift that the God of Games gave him worked.

NAME: BladeOfDarkness 
TITLE: RIPPER 
CLASS: BLADER 
LEVEL: 11 + 179 = 190
HP: 115/115 +771 = 886
MP:50/50 + 640 = 690
SKILL LEVEL: NOVICE -> TRANSCENDER (100/100) 
STAT POINT AVAILABLE: 945
STRENGTH: 43 + 96 = 139
INTILLEGENCE:11 + 96 = 107
DEXTERITY: 71 + 192 = 263
ATTACK DAMAGE: 108 + 240 = 348
DEFENSE: 264 + 168 = 432

{Okay, I have done what I had intended to do. Just be mindful that you level right now is not the maximum level so you can do well to level up as soon as you can, Bye.}

Jackson saw Tet vanished and time continued to flow, the once hot desert that he felt in his skin can no longer affect him. He took his katana and waved it directly splitting the sands in front of him until it was one hundred meters away from him.

'What about my skills? Ughh... Do I have to learn them again using skill books?' Jackson thought as he forgot to ask Tet about his Skills.

"He said that level 190 is not the maximum level inside this world. This is going to be interesting." Jackson said as he walked towards the town.

...
..
.
He arrived inside the town to see different guards guarding the entrance. He walked inside normally and went to his house and sat down. 'I still have a total of 945 stat points to allocate, I should allocate them according the status requirement of the equipment I will be using for later.

Jackson said that as he pulled out a [ARCHIDIUM KATANA] and [ARCHIDIUM BLADE] the ones that belong to his Force Blader character and Force Shielder although his items for the blader were lost he can still use the ones that belonged to his other characters that was stored in his storage warehouse.

[ARCHIDIUM KATANA +15]
ATTACK:393
ATTACK RATE:1001
CRITICAL RATE: 7%
CRITICAL DAMAGE: 40%
[BLADER STATUS REQUIREMENT]
STRENGTH: 309
INTELLIGENCE: 77
DEXTERITY: 463

[ARCHIDIUM BLADE+15]
ATTACK: 412
ATTACK RATE:919
CRITICAL RATE: 7%
CRITICAL DAMAGE: 40%
[BLADER STATUS REQUIREMENT]
STRENGTH: 463
INTELLIGENCE: 77
DEXTERITY: 309

Have you been playing a game non-stop for 20 years? Me? Yeah but sadly it'll in end after being around for 20years. At least that's what I thought. 

Disclaimer: This Novel is a FanFiction based on an MMORPG called CABAL ONLINE.

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Ivan felt unnaturally sluggish, never wanting to wake up from his sleep. But he felt his head hurting as if it had been bashed against a wall numerous times by someone.
Not to mention that irritating mechanical voice, which kept on ringing inside his ears.
"Daniel! Put your goddamn headphones on while playing, or I will stick them right into your ass with... !?" Ivan sat up, annoyed to curse at his roommate that did nothing except playing games all day long, but... he found himself not to be in his room. Ivan unwittingly creased his forehead, seeing himself in a dim cave lighted up only by a torch, hanging by a wall, that hadn't completely gone out.
Turning his head around, he saw piles of eerily white skeletons messily scattered around the dimness. Corpses that had not wholly decomposed also laid around Ivan.
He saw a corpse to his side with eyes open and staring directly at him, unblinking.
A terrifying shiver ran through Ivan's body.
"Ah, shit fuck!..." Ivan used his hands and legs to crawl backward with the look of horror appearing on his face. He almost saw his soul escaping through his nipples, after seeing a fresh corpse so close to him staring at him with lifeless eyes, but then his head hit a wall subsequently.
Bang!
"Oww, oww, oww..." Ivan furiously rubbed the back of his head to stop the head bump from appearing, but his efforts were wasted when his hand felt the lump rising to pierce the heaven... Just kidding, it was too small for even his palm to notice it but it was painful. At least, the pain took his mind off from encountering such a terrifying panorama of corpses the moment he woke up.
"Fuck you pussy god!... Where the hell I am?" Ivan looked up again, and this time, he was expecting to see corpses and bones littered around him; therefore, it felt a little less terrifying than before.
<<Synchronisation Complete, Initiating Healing protocol... Protocol Initiated... Healing wounds...>>
A mechanical sound once again rang, causing Ivan to look around in fear subconsciously.
"Who is it?... Hello?... Is there anyone else here? Daniel?... " Ivan shouted. He hoped it was some kind of a prank his friend, Daniel was playing, but the smell of the decomposed corpse was too real and repulsive to strike them as fakes directly.
Suddenly he felt an itch on his stomach, and it kept on increasing in intensity, forcing Ivan to look down at his bare upper body.
What he saw had shocked him to his soul as he noticed an ultra malnutrition body where even his skin looked like it was clinging on to his backside for its dear life. And another horrifying thing to see was the huge gash tracing from his chest down to his stomach.
The itching was coming from the place.
Ivan slowly started feeling the pain below his chest. He wasn't feeling anything like that before, Ivan only had a slight headache and the pain caused due to his head bumping on the wall.
But now it felt like his pain receptors below the neck were activating slowly, which caused him to grimace in extreme pain and... also hunger. A feeling he hated the most.
Extreme pain, itching, and hunger assaulted his mind altogether. Ivan started screaming while clutching his concaved abdomen. It was something he had never experienced before together.
The itching sensation kept on increasing, while the pain started to subside little by little, but the feeling of hunger stayed the same.
Ivan didn't dare to scratch where it itched the most because he saw scabs starting to form on his wound.
The huge gash was closing in rapidly as the scabs formed and fell soon after revealing fresh skin underneath it...
"Hah... hah... hah..." Ivan was left gasping for air as he tried intaking deep breaths after all the pain from his injured body receded.
<<Healing wounds... Wounds healed... Scanning status... Status is weak...>>
<<Name: Ivan Jaeger
Race: Human
Level: 1
Status: Apprentice Warrior
Strength – 15
Dexterity – 11
Defense - 11
Intelligence - (9)+4
Vitality: 13
Charisma – 3
Class: Freeman
Adventurer Class: None
HP(Health Points): 10/26 (Fever/ Hunger)
MP(Mana Points): 26(Locked)
BSP:(Battle Skill Points): None
AP:(Ability Points): None
Battle Skills: None
Ability: ??(Dormant)
Weakened state - All stats reduced by 75%>>
Ivan: "!!"
It was like he had seen a ghost or something. Texts that could float started appearing in the space to his front, which startled him for a moment. But after reading the text, Ivan felt like he remembered something.
That's right; he remembered he had just worn a game helmet after being pestered contin0ously by his rich otaku roommate to play the new virtual reality game just launched worldwide with him. But he doesn't remember anything after Daniel had turned on the switch for the helmet... "Am I currently inside the game?... But isn't this all fucking too real?... Daniel, are you there? Answer me, my friend, I will never call you a pussy?"
Ivan was scared shit for the first time in his life. The feeling of hunger was not going away; even his voice sounded a little hoarse to him. But he still couldn't understand if he was inside a game or this was reality. Was his friend a terrible nutball who abducted people and kept them imprisoned inside this cave until they would starve...
He did not have too much time to question this point; the youth coughed weakly and lifted himself from the dirty yellow ground.
He shouted aloud, "Log out," "Close the game," "Settings," and so on.
But nothing happened, and he only felt getting weaker by wasting his energy.
Ivan dragged himself to the torch on the other side of the cave, carefully making sure that he doesn't disrespect the dead by stepping on them; the flame was getting dimmer and dimmer and could go out any minute.
Ivan felt the small flames with his index finger.
"Ouch...shh," Ivan took his finger back as he accidentally touched some residual of hot oil, which was keeping the flame lit inside the cave.
Everything felt too real. Ivan once again looked back at the corpses, fresh and old, thrown around haphazardly on the ground.
He finally tried to touch the empty air in front of him, where the text kept on floating. His hand passed through the texts as he had thought.
Ivan was feeling scared on top of feeling extreme hunger. His eyes couldn't even form tears as it felt too dry. 'Must not have drunk any water for a few days..." Ivan thought as he felt his parched throat with his palm.
Ivan walked to the corpse that looked the freshest. The dead body was that of an older man garbed in ragged clothes that couldn't even cover his loins adequately.
He also has a deep wound that seemed to have been inflicted by whips. They are fresh; it means the old man should have only died today.
Ivan tried very hard to suppress himself from vomiting when he was checking the old man's blood with his fingers.
Fortunately, his stomach was empty, so he couldn't even vomit realistically.
Thinking back, he had lived quite a boring life with no one to call as a family except for having a few fake friends he made on the streets and an overly-enthusiastic otaku roommate who let him stay in one of his room after he saved him from some ruffians a few times.
That was the only reason he could get out of his rundown orphanage house and move to a home equipped with all the modern facilities as Daniel took him to his rather spacious flat.
Daniel was an introvert who only kept himself behind his computer screen. Still, he was an honest man, and Ivan truly cherished him for who he was after getting to know him, even if Daniel annoyed him every single time when he played games on full volume.
Daniel taught him about games; he also introduced him to the dark side of the internet, the place where all otakus go at least once a day. Ivan would beat him every time he visited that place without putting on headphones. Nonetheless, Ivan would also take a tour of those websites to broaden his horizon.
Fortunately, the only good thing he picked up from his friend was to read novels. Any kind of book, whether it was high fantasy, eastern fantasy, sci-fi, the autobiography of great men of the human world, or publications on business strategies, he would read them all day long without feeling bored.
It was also the only thing where Ivan wouldn't get annoyed when forced by his friend to read something new he brought from the market. Ivan also had dreams but because of living in poverty and time spent to survive each day, he couldn't gather knowledge or practice the necessary skills to become a successful man.
He lived a boring life, but it was still quite right since he had one good friend who unknowingly helped him to get on the right track of society and his life.
Only when you lose something will you know its value. Ivan wanted to see his friend, but he now feels lost, scared, and hungry as he stood alone in the enclosed cave with the only source of light extinguishing slowly. No matter how much of a daredevil, or street fighter Ivan was, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread and fear that humans felt from the unknown.
He tried searching for an exit, a way to get out, but he only found one entrance that was completely blocked by a circular stone. Ivan didn't even have the strength to move his own body; how could he move such a huge boulder.
Ivan slid down slowly as he put his back against the smooth wall of the circular stone. He wanted to eat something very badly; even the flesh of the dead bodies seemed to be quite appealing, but Ivan knew not to take that path to live, or he will lose his mind and heart for sure.
Squeak!
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Aragnar is a world of Sword and Magic. Here, the different Races live in their respective domains, protecting the legacies their ancestors build with blood and sweat. But still, the world of Aragnar had not yet been fully explored, and the powerful races contest much of its unexplored land and untapped resources. 
Ivan Jaeger, an ordinary boy from planet earth with extraordinary dreams, woke up one day in a young body on the verge of starvation and death. 
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<<Caution: Critically wounded, Impending death. Synchronizing...>>
<<Caution: Critically wounded, Impending death. Synchronizing...>>
<<Caution: Critically wounded, Impending death. Synchronizing...>>
Ivan felt unnaturally sluggish, never wanting to wake up from his sleep. But he felt his head hurting as if it had been bashed against a wall numerous times by someone.
Not to mention that irritating mechanical voice, which kept on ringing inside his ears.
"Daniel! Put your goddamn headphones on while playing, or I will stick them right into your ass with... !?" Ivan sat up, annoyed to curse at his roommate that did nothing except playing games all day long, but... he found himself not to be in his room. Ivan unwittingly creased his forehead, seeing himself in a dim cave lighted up only by a torch, hanging by a wall, that hadn't completely gone out.
Turning his head around, he saw piles of eerily white skeletons messily scattered around the dimness. Corpses that had not wholly decomposed also laid around Ivan.
He saw a corpse to his side with eyes open and staring directly at him, unblinking.
A terrifying shiver ran through Ivan's body.
"Ah, shit fuck!..." Ivan used his hands and legs to crawl backward with the look of horror appearing on his face. He almost saw his soul escaping through his nipples, after seeing a fresh corpse so close to him staring at him with lifeless eyes, but then his head hit a wall subsequently.
Bang!
"Oww, oww, oww..." Ivan furiously rubbed the back of his head to stop the head bump from appearing, but his efforts were wasted when his hand felt the lump rising to pierce the heaven... Just kidding, it was too small for even his palm to notice it but it was painful. At least, the pain took his mind off from encountering such a terrifying panorama of corpses the moment he woke up.
"Fuck you pussy god!... Where the hell I am?" Ivan looked up again, and this time, he was expecting to see corpses and bones littered around him; therefore, it felt a little less terrifying than before.
<<Synchronisation Complete, Initiating Healing protocol... Protocol Initiated... Healing wounds...>>
A mechanical sound once again rang, causing Ivan to look around in fear subconsciously.
"Who is it?... Hello?... Is there anyone else here? Daniel?... " Ivan shouted. He hoped it was some kind of a prank his friend, Daniel was playing, but the smell of the decomposed corpse was too real and repulsive to strike them as fakes directly.
Suddenly he felt an itch on his stomach, and it kept on increasing in intensity, forcing Ivan to look down at his bare upper body.
What he saw had shocked him to his soul as he noticed an ultra malnutrition body where even his skin looked like it was clinging on to his backside for its dear life. And another horrifying thing to see was the huge gash tracing from his chest down to his stomach.
The itching was coming from the place.
Ivan slowly started feeling the pain below his chest. He wasn't feeling anything like that before, Ivan only had a slight headache and the pain caused due to his head bumping on the wall. 
But now it felt like his pain receptors below the neck were activating slowly, which caused him to grimace in extreme pain and... also hunger. A feeling he hated the most.
Extreme pain, itching, and hunger assaulted his mind altogether. Ivan started screaming while clutching his concaved abdomen. It was something he had never experienced before together.
The itching sensation kept on increasing, while the pain started to subside little by little, but the feeling of hunger stayed the same.
Ivan didn't dare to scratch where it itched the most because he saw scabs starting to form on his wound.
The huge gash was closing in rapidly as the scabs formed and fell soon after revealing fresh skin underneath it...
"Hah... hah... hah..." Ivan was left gasping for air as he tried intaking deep breaths after all the pain from his injured body receded.
<<Healing wounds... Wounds healed... Scanning status... Status is weak...>>
<<Name: Ivan Jaeger
Race: Human
Level: 1
Status: Apprentice Warrior
Strength – 15
Dexterity – 11
Defense - 11
Intelligence - (9)+4
Vitality: 13
Charisma – 3
Class: Freeman
Adventurer Class: None
HP(Health Points): 10/26 (Fever/ Hunger)
MP(Mana Points): 26(Locked)
BSP:(Battle Skill Points): None
AP:(Ability Points): None
Battle Skills: None
Ability: ??(Dorment)
Weakened state - All stats reduced by 75%>>
Ivan: "!!"
It was like he had seen a ghost or something. Texts that could float started appearing in the space to his front, which startled him for a moment. But after reading the text, Ivan felt like he remembered something.
That's right; he remembered he had just worn a game helmet after being pestered contin0ously by his rich otaku roommate to play the new virtual reality game just launched worldwide with him. But he doesn't remember anything after Daniel had turned on the switch for the helmet... "Am I currently inside the game?... But isn't this all fucking too real?... Daniel, are you there? Answer me, my friend, I will never call you a pussy?"
Ivan was scared shit for the first time in his life. The feeling of hunger was not going away; even his voice sounded a little hoarse to him. But he still couldn't understand if he was inside a game or this was reality. Was his friend a terrible nutball who abducted people and kept them imprisoned inside this cave until they would starve...
He did not have too much time to question this point; the youth coughed weakly and lifted himself from the dirty yellow ground.
He shouted aloud, "Log out," "Close the game," "Settings," and so on.
But nothing happened, and he only felt getting weaker by wasting his energy.
Ivan dragged himself to the torch on the other side of the cave, carefully making sure that he doesn't disrespect the dead by stepping on them; the flame was getting dimmer and dimmer and could go out any minute.
Ivan felt the small flames with his index finger.
"Ouch...shh," Ivan took his finger back as he accidentally touched some residual of hot oil, which was keeping the flame lit inside the cave.
Everything felt too real. Ivan once again looked back at the corpses, fresh and old, thrown around haphazardly on the ground.
He finally tried to touch the empty air in front of him, where the text kept on floating. His hand passed through the texts as he had thought.
Ivan was feeling scared on top of feeling extreme hunger. His eyes couldn't even form tears as it felt too dry. 'Must not have drunk any water for a few days..." Ivan thought as he felt his parched throat with his palm.
Ivan walked to the corpse that looked the freshest. The dead body was that of an older man garbed in ragged clothes that couldn't even cover his loins adequately.
He also has a deep wound that seemed to have been inflicted by whips. They are fresh; it means the old man should have only died today.
Ivan tried very hard to suppress himself from vomiting when he was checking the old man's blood with his fingers.
Fortunately, his stomach was empty, so he couldn't even vomit realistically.
Thinking back, he had lived quite a boring life with no one to call as a family except for having a few fake friends he made on the streets and an overly-enthusiastic otaku roommate who let him stay in one of his room after he saved him from some ruffians a few times. 
That was the only reason he could get out of his rundown orphanage house and move to a home equipped with all the modern facilities as Daniel took him to his rather spacious flat.
Daniel was an introvert who only kept himself behind his computer screen. Still, he was an honest man, and Ivan truly cherished him for who he was after getting to know him, even if Daniel annoyed him every single time when he played games on full volume.
Daniel taught him about games; he also introduced him to the dark side of the internet, the place where all otakus go at least once a day. Ivan would beat him every time he visited that place without putting on headphones. Nonetheless, Ivan would also take a tour of those websites to broaden his horizon.
Fortunately, the only good thing he picked up from his friend was to read novels. Any kind of book, whether it was high fantasy, eastern fantasy, sci-fi, the autobiography of great men of the human world, or publications on business strategies, he would read them all day long without feeling bored.
It was also the only thing where Ivan wouldn't get annoyed when forced by his friend to read something new he brought from the market. Ivan also had dreams but because of living in poverty and time spent to survive each day, he couldn't gather knowledge or practice the necessary skills to become a successful man.
He lived a boring life, but it was still quite right since he had one good friend who unknowingly helped him to get on the right track of society and his life.
Only when you lose something will you know its value. Ivan wanted to see his friend, but he now feels lost, scared, and hungry as he stood alone in the enclosed cave with the only source of light extinguishing slowly. No matter how much of a daredevil, or street fighter Ivan was, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread and fear that humans felt from the unknown.
He tried searching for an exit, a way to get out, but he only found one entrance that was completely blocked by a circular stone. Ivan didn't even have the strength to move his own body; how could he move such a huge boulder.
Ivan slid down slowly as he put his back against the smooth wall of the circular stone. He wanted to eat something very badly; even the flesh of the dead bodies seemed to be quite appealing, but Ivan knew not to take that path to live, or he will lose his mind and heart for sure.
Squeak!

Remius
 
            Remius had down syndrome. He was often made fun of at school. Remius tried really hard at school when he was younger but now he had given up. He was taken care of by the Capitol. His parents had given him over to the state. 
            Now at the age of 15 he was watching the news. All of the things that had come out about the hunger games really disturbed him. 
            He remembered the time he thought about joining the hunger games. He sat there with this girl he was crushing on. Her name was Quite. She was beautiful she had long blonde hair and she always wore flowers. She sat there crushing on Cato. "He is so handsome" she would say. She would fawn over him and during the games she even sent him some items. 
            "What would I guy like me have to do to win you." Asked Remius. And she would just giggle. "Oh I don't know just something more." 
            He would bring her flowers. And ask the same question: "What would I guy like me have to do to win you." And she would respond the same way: "Oh I don't know just something more." 
            He would even go hunting and bring her an elk. "What would I have to do to win you" he asked. Giggle. "Oh, I don't know just something more."
            That was how it went. And he knew that even that day but he still needed to answer the question. Later that day, he met that one boy who was constantly preaching about the atrocities of the capitol. His name was Demp. 
            He was also hanging out with his friend, Mer, a classmate of his. Mer and Demp were talking on a field of flowers when Remius approached them.
            "So did you guy watch the hunger games last night?" Remius asked interrupting about the finer points of the upcoming election for president snow or Feydor Goodmen.
            "No!" said Mer. "Remius… we're not talking about that."
            "What it's the hunger games!" said Remius.
            "A lot of good people are in the hunger games." Said Demp.
            "What you can't not watch it. it's the hunger games!" said Remius.
            "No! we are not watching the hunger games! It's horrible! If you love the hunger games why don't you join it." said Mer.
            "Come on! When that girl Kitness Everdear came out and she lit on fire! Did you see that! She was so fucking hot!" said Remius trying to reenact Katniss Everdeen during the hunger games.  
"It's Katniss Everdeen! And her and the rest of the contestants are all going to die! Think that's worth watching!" Said Mer. "But back to the conversation! I really think Feydor Goodman is a good choice for this election." 
            "Ain't no use in voting. Ain't no use talking about who you're going to vote for." Said Demp.
            "Why not?" asked Remius.
            "I'll tell you why guy because President Snow has got Panem in his pocket, as long as he lives everyone he's unopposed.
            Remius knew danger and he knew President Snow was nothing but danger. So, he walked away. But that didn't stop him from thinking. Could you be raised in a culture so wrong that right was the most foreign thing you could think of? 
            Danger was what kept Remius away from what's right, but soon enough danger would come calling. He knew it too. He felt it whisper into his ear as the television announcement came on: 
"Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
            Danger is the key to my success He thought as he looked. If you love the hunger games so much than why don't you join it? He was ready to face the hunger games.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kiol
 
            Kiol was a hunger games fanatic. Anything that brought glory to the Capitol Kiol liked. His heart filled up with pride every single time he thought about the Capitol. He even wrote poems about the Capitol:
The Heart of Panem
With love for every district
What makes whole Panem
Is the heart of every nillisstic 
The capitol's every whim.
Oh! sweet lady by your grace
May the districts fight for you
So they may learn their place
So much so that this poem was made for you
 
            A proud member of the cock party. Nothing had made him happier the day of the 71th hunger games when he was only 8 years old. He and his father were standing next to the parade route. His father put him on his shoulders. "There!" said his father. 
            "You see that guy with the play dough head." Kiol giggled at that. He pointed to a man with orange hair. "That's who I got my money on for winning."
            Later there was a party where you got to meet the contestants. Kiol's father had gotten him in. And they went up to the man with the play dough head and asked him a few questions:
            "I'm rooting for you" said his father to playdough head.
            "You go get em' killer!" Kiol told him. 
            "I appreciate it." Playdough head told his father.
            Then, he turned to Kiol. He saw a bit of something in his eyes. A look from a man who wanted to be understood. 
            "Listen, kid." Playdough head told him. "I and most of the other contestants don't want to be in the hunger games. We don't like doing this." 
            Kiol tried to understand that but when he did all that came out was some gibberish that went a little bit like this: "Listen to me you son-of-a-bitch." The words son of a bitch all blended in together. "Your gonna do this and its going to be the greatest day of your life. Why? Because you are doing this for yourself. We say it in the capitol all the time: 'Live like an individual' Now! You get out there and you slay the competition!" said Kiol. "Yeah" he said pumping his fist in the air. Playdough head knew he wasn't going to be understood by this kid, so he bit his tongue and sullenly walked away.
Kiol didn't really notice, he was so taken by his own speech. Now at the age of thirteen. He was trying to come to terms about the fact that the capitol was falling down in front of him. They even pulled down the statue of President Yemin. The first president of Panem. He was standing there next to his family as they pulled straps across the solid gold frame.
            As it was falling his father had taken off his baseball hat and threw it on the ground and stomped on it. And, Kiol did just the same thing. "They can't do this" said Kiol's father. His mother tried to console his father.
            Kiol got really upset and started to yell obscenities at them. That led one of the other kids from the districts to push him down. Kiol didn't know such indignity. To be pushed down by one of the children from the districts was traumatizing to him or at least he believed it to be so.
            He began to cry and looked up to his father. They went home. 
 
The balcony was filled with flowers going all the way up along the wall. All of the flowers were maintained by an avox gardener. The balcony fence was also covered with flowers. He was busy throwing rocks at the rioters from the districts when the balcony television turned on. "Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
             "h-what" said Kiol. "They can't do that" he looked at his hands. Could they be made to kill…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Humming
 
 
            Hummings went about most of his day not thinking about anything at all. It was hard to think when everyone around you was dying. So, he built a cocoon around himself.
            Hummings was gorgeous. He had curly blonde locks, marshmallow eyes, milky skin undertones, and a curved nose. He also had other features, darker features…
            He was buried in a building with white walls. He was an orphan of the capitol. And the Capitol gave him a choice: either enter into the districts or be an experiment. 
They didn't use avoxes because most avoxes were imprisoned for rebelling. It didn't make since to use them. At least not for higher experiments like giving people strange abilities.
            Hummings was a rational person so he knew to stay with the Capitol. He remembered little of his family. He kind of thought all the other test subjects at the Capitol were his brothers and sisters.
            Hummings's favorite sister was Tigra. His little Asian sister. She had hair growing all over her face. Her tests were not working out. 
            Tigra could stick to walls and spit out webbing. While Hummings body was changed to be more battle ready. He had a shaved whole at the top most part of his two front teeth. Right in-between them. He had legs that were very muscular and huge feet that allowed him to run at faster speeds. With three large front toes and one in the back. They were like ostrich legs, but fleshy. He had claws that were made of bone that were sharpened that stuck out of his fingers. Lastly, he had sharp teeth that could take huge chunks out of a person. But, depite all of this, he was beautiful with flawless skin and curly, gold hair.
            Hummings currently was living in the white building that had yet to be overthrown by the rebels. Hummings wasn't really allowed to do much there.
            Now he was at the building where they were running a few tests on their human subjects. Nothing too serious, like battling, just how far he could retract his claws. Stuff like that. It was all necessary since he was about to be put into the battlefield. But it was already too late. 
            He was in a room of, you guessed it, all white. It was sort of like a doctor's office. 
            "Can you do another inch." Asked the test conductor.
            "Sure, I'll try." Said Hummings and he groaned for a minute but was just barely able to make his claws 7 inches.
            Hummings looked over and saw one of the higher ups near the twin doors talking to another man. "The news just came in we are going underground."
            Hummings sighed. All of this rebellion made him wonder if he should even be doing this for the capitol. They made him a monster. He remembered how many of the other orphan children died due to all the experimentation. And how he turned all the fears of dying over to the dark side of his mind. 
            It might be time to abandon the capitol he thought. 
            His motivations were strengthened by the news broadcast. "Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
            "The hunger games…" said Hummings. "The Capitol is in for a tough road."

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