The Queenwood games

Let The Games Begin

"All is silent. Time reads at 11.55am"
*camera shows feed of empty hallways. A single sheet off paper flutters out.*

"To all the watches out there, just so you know the contestants cannot hear this broadcast. If you are new to this, each district has a special skill. The basic white girls always always have hidden weapons and bags of endless supplies, no one knows where they get their supplies, some belive it's magic. Next the bogans. The bogans have a special skill of disguise. They have been known to hide themselves in other groups, a leathel strategy. The asians. Driven and furious, brought up by some of the toughest mothers known to man kind these chicks are not to be crossed. The nerds. Don't be fooled, the nerds may not be able to win in a one to one fight but they are amazing at strategy and traps. Next we have the jocks. Don't. Ever. Get. In. Arms. Range. Jocks can snap you in to. And finally the extras. The extras are a mix of brawn, brain, magic and skill. Although they don't all excel at anything in particular they are some of the hardest opponents to beat. You know why? They are unpredictable.

Will you look at that folks! It's 12.00. Roll the cameras. Here we see some of the live footage from around the school.

"Art school is mayhem! Will you look at that! The jocks and the white girls have made a temporary alliance. This could be a power team that's for sure. They jocks seam to be creating weapons out of the sharpened wood, meanwhile the white girls... what's this!!! They appear to be setting traps! Never had this been seen before folks. The traps seem crude but I belive with the extra brute power of the jocks it will be deadly."

(Camera moves to lorance)
"This is crazy!!! Like seen at art school the students have decided to join together and what a job they're doing. The asians are mixing chemicals together. *explosion*. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!! The asians are making explosives, I think we have a front runner folks. Will you looks at that! The nerds are trapping the entire compass! They have pored bleach in the pool, glue and spikes in the gym, I belive to specifically target the jocks and oh my god. They have set a trap that no white girl could avoid. In the center of their bear trap, yes you heard it right folks. I don't know where they got it. But they have placed not one but two pumpkin spice lattes at the door. Outstanding!!!"

Camera to top school.
"Where are they? We can't see them? What's that! *camera zooms in on music room* they are playing music. Look at this tactic! I do belive the extras are snake charming. There! See! On either side there are the two unmusical extras with what's that! I think it is! They have gotten hold of a mallet! What's this!.."

"A bogan seems to be making a break for the music room! And.. what's this? They've stopped! You've seen it here folks! The extras are literally charming the snakes!!! That bogan was going to backstab the other bogans! Ooo let's see what the extras will do with this. Ok, The bogans walking in.. and ohhhh *wince* that's gonna hurt. For the listeners that can't see this live screening, the extras that weren't playing the music have beaten the bogan! Glorious! 1 down 25 left. If I'm right, that was Felicia that just died. Well I guess, bye Felicia..."
*a rednecks face covers the live feed*

"Let's see what the bogans seem to be doing. Lady's and Gentlemen never before have I seen this approach! They appear to be trying to keep their attackers away with disgust. That's right, the bogans have lined the walls and floor leading to the year 12 locker room, where I'm sure they're camped out, with *gasp* cruggs. That's right cruggs. No one, and I mean no one would dare cross that kind of terrain."

//cruggs are a mix of crocs and ugg boots (they are the spawn of Satan)