So I had a dream... and I think my subconscious hates one of my friends... OwO
Dream:
It was really dark, and I heard my name called. I got something injected into my inner left arm. It suddenly went dark.
I woke up in a glass capsule and saw twenty-nine people surrounding me. All of which I had never encountered, except one. I noticed Connor two capsules away from me. Then a voice came over an intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen of fifteen districts, I welcome you to The Annual Games. Here you must create a shelter for yourself and hope no one kills you. As always, foul-play is completely allowed. The last one standing wins! May The Games be won!"
And then I was released out of my capsule.
Some pretty boring stuff happened... I built a house similar to mine in Minecraft, I found a puppy in the wild, I went mining... Axed down some trees... Made a knife... And then...
I heard the news. I was the last one left from District Fifteen and Connor was the last one left from District Fourteen. And I saw him running up the hill. He had made leather clothes... Rather odd looking... And had a scar around his eyebrow from what I guess was a previous fight.
I ran at him and held my knife at his throat... And I woke up.
...
well.. Sorry if you read this, Connor... But I think my subconscious hates you... At least my conscious mind doesn't...
BYEEH
YOU ARE READING
Mars is... Well... Mars
Random{edit: ew. ew. ew. please just read my other spam book. i wrote this in like 2014. } This is my book of me. My book of sarcasm, randomness, thoughts, fandoms, OCD, anxiety, fails, school, rants, obsessiveness, ships, phan, cartoons and well... Mars...
