The air is damp and humid as you stride into the Arena.
Surrounding you are magnificent trees that soar as high as a skyscraper, vibrant flowers that you will soon find to be quite aromatic, soft, green grass that looks as bright as a lime...
...and a bunch of other people.
Before you know it, an ear-splitting wail fills the air, marking the upcoming of the intercoms.
"Why hello there, competitors, and welcome to the first ever Annual Writing
Games. The rules are simple:
Have fun, and don't die."
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