This story takes place in third life, the game is changed a bit for a more...permanent effect in this story. So I apologize. This will be a desert duo focused story. I do not ship or condone shipping of the people behind the characters, however do ship the characters they portray. This will be fluff and angst only! --- The games have been a staple in the watchers "culture" longer than anyone can remember. They are an awful thing and only exist for the watchers entertainment no matter what tale they try to spin saying they are 'to show their strength as a nation'. Grian wants to show them, he wants to show them how pointless these games are. He doesn't wish to be a pawn anymore, so he volunteered as tribute. He wished he would have held his tongue a little longer when he heard the next name be called... ---