"Our children have great value for the future of society. You have cause damage beyond any living being on this world. You have to be executed before you commit this crime.", Adam Walker, father of Marisa Walker, asserted.

"I'll address the issue today mr. Walker. Any other complaints?", I respond, fully knowing that allowing mr. Walker in here was just a matter of procrastinating on what kind of challenge the kids would have to do.

Yes I am procrastinating and it's just about ten minutes until the last Hungry Games challenge begins. Mr. Walker pulls out a gun and takes a shot at me.

Hm... I could pretend that bullets hurt me and thus extend the time until I have to have figured out what the kids... nobody would believe it tho.

"Are you familiar with magic mr. Walker?", I ask rethorically.

The man has been rather quiet ever since I shrugged off that bullet.

"It currently replaces physics and science because NiceTeal rebranded the universe. Why did your gun work? It works because you remember that it works. And I remember that I work. Why did your memory not overpower mine?", I ask rethorically whilst Adam is listening to my rambling.

"Letters and words remember things. I am writing a book and you are not. Why is not everyone writing a book the temporary world leader? Because the book that I am writing contains a lot of untrue things. It is pure propaganda, believes shape world the same way your memory made the gun work. Up to I have a medium amount of viewers on my book, but your gun probably was not inspected and remembered so often. It is rather simple.", I continue lying.

"And I said I would address the issue mr. Walker. You can go now - to jail. Guards this dude shot at me.", I shout and the zombie servants pull away the Father.

I look at the clock - 5 minutes left, shit.

I check my messages on dis_chord.

Memes, porn, propaganda, trolling, dubious links... I am not sure this is going to help me.

I look at the clock - 10 minutes since when I should have announced the challenge.

Oh well now I can uh... come up with something half baked... no?

I really want them to see a sort of message like uh... system bad or child bad.

Well I could also just not kill everyone and address the issue of mr.Walker.

I get up and walk out on the stage being presented with the 4 champions and their teams which they probably spent way too much effort on training -is that a child driving a tank?

They really bent the rules to the max.

"Yeah hello everyone, this is your esteemed temporary world leader." - good start Visitor, keep going - "Here is my third challenge - which I spent a LOT of time thinking about." I just have started thinking about it in this dramatic break. But you don't know that.

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"But it has come to my attention SOME people really do not want their kids to die in a death challenge. I have said that this challenges theme is inheritance and that is why I needed children to play part in it to show that NOT they will inherit uh the world leadership.

In fact it will always be some sort of old man or woman. No Karen you are not that old yet but ... I am not going to finish that sentence. OK ok, I admit it.

I have not really come up with a good way that children could compete in a meaningful way as to - oh I remember it now. It was about them teaching the children how to be smart or something along the lines. By the way why is that one child obviously possessed or something?" I point at the gloomy looking child with a convenient rock embedded in its head. "I am not being possessed, mortal.", the child says in a mans voice.

"I see. Ok it just looked like you were, it's ok. Nice voice you have there too, did Marco Marco teach you that?", I further inquire to downplay the fact I had not at all made a plan for the challenge.

"Yes in fact I did teach him that.", Marco the plumber responds.

"Ah good thinking, because I was going to uh... yes I was going to play a game with the kids and see which team wins. A hungry game, in fact - which is just in the spirit of the thing. The challenge... is that we are playing a game and the game is... very practical for determining which team was trained best... because it is also a test of the most important ... things that one has to have trained. And those things are... getting food ... eating ... taking a shi- well uh that one is too easy. Hmm... could you just go and uh wait for a bit, while I .... get the game from backstage?", I leave the arena into backstage.

Phew that was almost not bad.

I compulsively open cis_chord to watch memes.

I look at the clock - I spent the entirety of the day looking at memes? I think there was something I wanted to do today. Hmmm... well whatever it was I will just not do it.

Yeah, how about I just declare that I will not ever do what I was about to do because... that's ... not what I want to do.

I step back out on the stage to see devastation beyond what I had expected. Apparently there was an uprising against the upper class as result of me killing so many people and telling the truth about how they have no hope left?

Uh oh.