Let the Games Begin | Dream Smp
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  • Reads 30,123
  • Votes 1,625
  • Parts 39
  • Time 4h 20m
Complete, First published May 20, 2021
She woke up in the arena, with nothing but her name written on her wrist and flashbacks of her past. She makes allies and enemies-learns to survive in a world where mercy isn't valued. But as contestants begin to fall and the flashbacks worsen, she realizes there may be more to the Games-and herself-than she realized.

WARNING: This book will contain mentions of death, blood, injury, and more. Do not read if these will trigger you.

Wilbur x o/c

- Started May 2021, Completed February 2022 -

*Credit to Suzanne Collins for the ideas in this book*
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