Hunger Games had become a world-wide phenonemnonenon. Everyone loved watching young people killing each other for sport. But not Demfish. He was a peaceful fat orangutan, who enjoyed nothing more than picking flowers under the summer breeze. But his father kept calling him a pussy white name, and eventually, Dem grew tired of it. He wanted to prove himself capable of being a man. So he packed his things and headed over to the annual Hunger Games arena.
This year was special, as it would star some of the most legendary warriors in the land of Magicrew. Usually, it would mainly feature some dull white name nobodies... But this time, present were people of color. Demfish wasn't alone however. Although only one could win, everyone who arrived would come with two other members of their district. Demfish was from District 1 and was accompanied by the impeccable pair of Diamanten the Legend and Paul Genesis Westerfield Vesterfelt. Diamanten was a bodybuilder who could almost speak in full sentences, and Paul was a glorious dancer and beatboxer. They were already well known before arriving, whereas Demfish was not. This lowered his self-esteem.
Once finally inside the training grounds, he introduced himself and his two buddies to everyone else. He couldn't find District 2 members, so instead he started from District 3. District 3 had Blinds- a blind skinny cucumber, Oli- a surprisingly soulful ginger, and Drago. Drago was dressed in some kind of a weird lizard suit. Demfish assumed him to be a scalie and wished to keep a distance from him. But before Demfish could do that, Drago threw a stone at him.
"Hey, fat white name!" he giggled cruelly. "You're so hairy I bet you have undiscovered species hidden in there!" Demfish felt his self-esteem drop to an all-time low. But before he could continue walking away from the scene, he saw Diamanten rush in and pin Drago to the ground. "No fighting!" Blinds and Diamanten said at the same time. They looked at each other and blushed a little. Oli was egging Diamanten to beat the shit out of Drago, despite being from the same District. But Diamanten was a creature of peace. He let Drago go and returned to Demfish and Paul.
He moved on to District 4, where he met Abygail, Spooky and Timberiu. Abygail was a strange creature with bunny ears, horse hooves, goat horns, wolf paws, and whale penis. Spooky was too busy talking to Aby to notice Demfish, but he kept saying "lol" despite not laughing. Timberiu was also talking to someone... apparently, anyway. He seemed to have an imaginary girlfriend. Dem decided to let them be and not bother them.
And so the trio moved onto District 5, which starred Jerychon, Moon Bro, and Destructigeule. Dem was especially excited to meet them, as he had heard much about Jery and Moon. They had apparently both won previous games. And yet they still yearned for more blood. Destructi, however, was apparently a bit of a nutjob. He had escaped a mental asylum to compete, and no one dared to say no. His favorite hobbies were picking flowers and wearing people's faces. At least Demfish could slightly relate to the former.
"Look at these punks, thinking they can win shit," someone said. Demfish looked to see that District 6 had walked in as well. The speaker was Poof, a terrorist who had a strong hatred for white names. Demfish tried to hide behind Diamanten and Paul. However, Paul suddenly felt the urge to beatbox loudly while dancing. This drew the attention of the District 6 punks. The other two were Cammy and Majo. Cammy was a sea lion who liked shit and Majo was a woman.
"Ugh, look at them," Majo spat. "Another group of three men. Any group that doesn't have at least one woman is sexist and should be canceled. Fucking incels..." Poof walked towards them and quickly pushed Paul and Diamanten away from Demfish. He sniffed the air and grimaced. "That a white name I smell?"
"P-please...", Dem pleaded. "I know I'm a basic bitch white name... But it doesn't mean I'm worse than you..."
"How DARE you?!" Poof raged. He tried to grab Dem by the throat but was stopped by Cammy. "Vigilante justice is bad m'kay," he said firmly. Poof scoffed but relented.
