The surrounding gamemakers can only watch as Cummings yells at his assistant, for it is obvious that they know what is going on.
"You should have double checked on the Damage Support, then! You and your idiotic team are worthless!" Cummings grips Elecsai's collar tighter before pushing him away into the working space of Mongolia. She can only watch in distress as Cummings grabs Elecsai again and slaps him across the cheek. "I expected more of you!" He continues, "and while I am a supporter of second chances, I feel that I have already given you yours!"
"Sir, I-"
"No buts! The tributes have escaped because of you and your foolishness!" Cummings drags Elecasai to the door of the Control Room. "From now on, your job as head gamemaker is terminated, and you are no longer my assistant!"
Everybody in the room watches in uncomfort as the unfortunate scene unfolds.
Cummings opens the glass doors and pushes Elecsai out. "If I see you anywhere near here or the Presidential Palace, I will have you executed. Do not ruin this for me!" At that, the president slams the doors shut and turns to face the rest of the room. Short on breath, he quickly spits out, "From now on, I am head gamemaker."
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The ten remaining tributes wake up in a big glass tube. Beyond the tube is their lauch room. Little do they know, three tributes died in the last few hours:
Jana Monaco, Chloe-Marie De La Fuente, and Jensen Turner
As the tributes start to panic, the tubes rise into the arena, the same historic place the bloodbath occurred...the top of the building. However, this time, there is no ocean, the arena has been left the exact same as before. It is night, and surprisingly freezing cold.
The tributes can remember all that happened in the past few hours, which frightens them even more. Soon, Cummings starts the countdown, and the tributes are left in surprise as the game starts a second time. The pedestals start descending, just like in the bloodbath, only this time into the cold, dark air, not into water.
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TASK: This is technically the second bloodbath. After the ten tributes were captured again, they put them back into the arena, but this time it is left exactly the same as they left it, no water whatsoever. Plus, it's night, and the zombies are in some sort of stasis, waking only to physical contact. There are three ways to get down. 1) Jump onto the roof (Spoiler: there's no way down), 2) jump into a window, and 3) wait until the pedestal reaches the ground.
DEATHS: Your job is to kill ONE of the remaining tributes in your entry and include THREE ballots.
VOTING: There will be no voting, instead the remaining THREE tributes who didn't hand in last task will be eliminated.
DEADLINE: Friday, April 29th 4 PM PST
WORD LIMIT: 2000 words
Good luck tributes, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
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