The day of the "Reaping" had arrived. I received my Facebook notification and excitedly hurried over to see what other names had been drawn from the friends list, the names of the other tributes I'd be battling alongside in the Hungover Games. Some I recognized as career tributes, having witnessed their drinking skills at other events, while others I knew I could outlast till the end.
The day came and all 24 tributes from different OKC districts loaded into the train of cars that would take us to the Capitol, or Wagoner, where our battleground awaited. On the way we were fed foods that were normally denied us, due to their fattening nature, to help build up our strength for the weekend.
We finally made it to our living quarters, and all tributes were split up into different areas where we could rest and recover when needed. I chose a spot where I could keep an eye on my competition, while others like my ally Yousee chose a cave-like room to hide out in so as not to be disturbed.
The games began almost immediately as we were brought together at the cornucopia filled with all of our weapons for the games, liquor and mixers. One of the career tributes began passing out shot after shot, trying to weaken us all. It wasn't long before the battle was in full swing.
Some went down almost immediately, literally, as the spiral staircase proved a great challenge for those under the influence. Others battled it out with hula hoops, displaying their skills to the other tributes. But the main battle began when we were all pushed down to the main arena: the hot tub. The tub was a hot bubbling cesspool filled with near naked bodies and lord knows what else by the end of the Hungover Games.
I saw many of the other tributes begin to lose their grasp on reality, and came close to joining them. A lot of others begin to trickle off looking for a safe spot for rest. I knew my best chance at survival would be to return to the cornucopia in hopes of finding food and water, while trying to avoid the persistent offer of more shots.
Eventually we were all trying to get a few hours of sleep as the sun came up, but with the morning light came a resurgence of tributes ready to battle again, and so our sleep was short lived. I watched on in awe as the career tributes showed no signs of slowing down.
For me I felt like I had the poison of a hundred tracker-jackers inside me and so found a nice place to withdraw and wait it out. During this time I could hear the yells of some of the career tributes with beautiful eyes battling it out in the hot tub below for hours upon hours.
Later that night the gamemakers saw that Lohan was bringing down the excitement of the Games and so pushed all the tributes together for one final battle in the hot tub. I knew this was my chance to come out the winner and so avoided the traps of more shots being passed around, instead taking a back seat to wait and watch as the other tributes took each other out. The boy from District 4 began to lose his mind and believe he was someone else named Trish, while District 9's tribute "exploded" over the side of the tub.
One by one they went down. Down to bed, down the stairs, down on each other...and I knew that I had won, along with a few other tributes.
The next and final day brought us all back to the cornucopia where we all feasted together one last time before returning to our districts. There were no prizes for the Hungover Games besides battle scars and bruises (and possibly diseases, yet to be seen), but we all left there with some wonderfully priceless memories.
