Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27396384-20170626195542

Once the countdown had ended, Barley stood on his pedestal.

''He wanted to run, but he couldn't. He was frozen in place, anchored by an unknown force. He watched as tributes ran in different directs. Watched as vicious murders took place in front of him. He stared. He watched. He shook. He was scared. Why was the arena so uncontrolled? Why were people so ... cruel?''