The Author Games: Literature

Task Three: The Lion, the Witch, and the Words

"You haven't read it."

Pluto Solaris shifted uncomfortably under the flabbergasted, disapproving expression of his colleague, Paella Andouille. She stared at him, eyebrows raised, as he muttered a confirmation. "No..."

The Gamemaker threw her hands up in the air, shaking her head with a sigh that said far more than words could. All that planning, all those ideas, and the one she had been looking forward to the most, planned down to the wire, Pluto couldn't even help her with?! What kind of education did he even have, not even remotely familiar with a classic, renowned work of literature? She could hardly fathom never having been exposed to the great pieces of literature that had so greatly influenced her, books she found comfort and meaning in. What would life have been like for Paella had she not chosen to be such a well-read scholar?

But the President no longer wanted people like her to exist, she knew. Books were too strong, too influential, and her entire goal of the year's Hunger Games was to destroy the lovely aspects that made them so wonderful. Paella could not afford to support the books anymore; her career was far too important to gamble simply over some characters scribbled on paper. She was Head Gamemaker, and little slip-ups like that could destroy her in a matter of seconds, the snap of a finger ending her life. No, she had to be perfect. Besides, if she was perfect, Pluto's flaws would eventually shine through to the President. Paella wouldn't terribly mind having him executed.

"Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms across her chest as she stared out across the facility, abuzz with excitement for the games to begin. She had created just about all of it, designing the twisted world of one of her favorite books for the tributes to have their initial fight in. There would be even more to do once she didn't have to share the workload with Pluto. It would be good practice for when she ran the place all on her own. Paella Andouille didn't need the help of the other Gamemaker, or anyone, for that matter.

"I can do this myself."

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THE TASK:

Before entering the arena, a fur coat will provided for your tribute along with typical arena attire. You may or may not have a scene before entering the arena included in your entry; just note the difference.

Your tribute will find their platform rising into a snow-covered forest. The flurries continuously spiral downwards, and the temperature is noticeably cold. The deepness of the snow will make steps exhausting and difficult to take. Pine trees stretch in every direction, blocking your view of any other landscape challenges you may encounter. The tribute platforms create a perfect circle; in the center of the clearing, a large lamppost stands solemnly. A faint candlelight flickers inside the grungy glass. It all appears rather... normal, doesn't it?

Welcome, tributes, to Narnia.

(Your tribute will probably realize the connection to the book they took during their interview. It was the same one.)

Here you will, perhaps, battle your fellow sons of Adam and daughters of Eve under the lamppost for an odd array of packages appearing suspiciously similar to Christmas shopping, or maybe you simply run from the battle. Either way, as you eventually journey through the thick forest, you may encounter a number of creatures. We recommend choosing one optional creature along with the requirements.

#1(OPTIONAL): Mr. Tumnus