The sky is painted a deep blue whilst stars appear to dot the sky with their beauty.
However, far below them, in the arena....
A few surprises have arisen...
In the Tundra, the snow has suddenly begun to evaporate into the burning blister fog. As the once pure and peaceful snow turns into a deadly killer cloud, what will happen to the tributes residing there??
Meanwhile...
In the desert, a hurricane has appeared as if from nowhere. The intense rainfall turned the dry, cracking ground into nothing but mud. The pure, healthy water has now been muddied by, well... Mud. The only safe place is the mountain, where the tracker jackers are now more aggressive then ever.
So, how will our tributes survive the night?
