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The Queenwood games

The Queenwood games

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Hunger Games
The queenwood hungergames. With celebration of Queewood Schools 100th birthday, the princible decided it would be a "wonderful" idea for the students to have a 'friendly' compition. But as our dear principle did not think of was the students revolting. The game was changed. It was now full out war. Rules: The game was split into three sections chosen by the peacekeeps/teachers. Kill each other and follow everything that the peace keeps tell you to do. Try to survive. "Happy 100th queenwood birthday. My the Queenwood games be ever in your favour." -please comment if you have an idea for the story, or what you would like the story to include!
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