𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫

A loud alarm goes off. The alarm queuing that the games have begun. The dark hour... It happened long ago when the government decided to gather all of the homeless people off the streets of San Francisco and force them into huge, numbered cement buildings and decided that once a year the government would pick one of the buildings from a random lottery and have the occupants participate in the games, where the upper class provides valuable items strewn throughout golden gate park in which has been turned into the world's largest arena and makes us watch, as our people slaughter each other trying to acquire as many items as possible. The last one standing with the most trinkets is invited to live amongst the wealthy residents of the city while a large portion of the homeless population is killed off. Thats. It.