Hi guys! This is my first story. I know that I already have a story on my account, but that is written by my friend. My friend Castiel and I share this account. This is Dean writing, and I hope you enjoy my story about loss and tragedies and how to get through them. Warning! This may have some triggers like suicide attempts, self harm, and possible others. I will write more possible triggers as I get further along in the book. Thank you!

"Audio log number... what number is this? It could be ten, it could be one hundred. But does it matter? I don't think so. So much has happened in my life. So much. I know that has been said countless times, and it's becoming a bit cliche, but it's true. First the attack on Armistice, then the training to become an ODST, then getting drafted into Project Freelancer. What happens next? Does anything happen? The Freelancers here at the Project aren't really a team. Some are, but others... They are more concerned about the leader board, what place they hold. Some more than others. I feel something coming. I don't know what it is, but... I know it's bad. It's just that feeling that everyone gets when something's going to happen. It's impossible to put down in words, but you know it's there. I just want to know what it is,"

What would happen if the all of the Gods' and Goddesses' half blood children were reaped into an event like the Hunger Games to prove the strength and their worthiness to their parents? Who would be reaped? Who would survive? What challenges will be unleashed? 18 Tributes. Only one can live. May the Gods be ever in your favor.