Hangin' round, downtown by myself...

here i sit all alone like an airplane... on the edge of a sky full of solid grey...

My pace seems to have slowed down. It took me longer to get from the fountain back to the start than it did originally going out. Maybe it was the night confusing me. Or maybe the Gamemakers were messing with my head. Either way, I was back here, where all the hell began just a day or two or some odd time ago. The first thing that is easiest to spot is the lack of bodies. "The Gamemakers must've already taken them. Shipped 'em back home in a tiny box," he muttered to himself with a slight chuckle. It was a gruesome thought, but he wouldn't put it past the crazies. I slowly make my way back to the middle area, where everything went down in the beginning. All the plates look the same, so it's hard to tell which was mine. Taking a quick look around to make sure the area was clear, I drop to a sitting position and pull out my apple. I felt hungry, so it was time to address that. Taking a bite, I look around. I'm still shaken, and it is difficult to coordinate my hands and mouth, but I am successful... eventually.

here i sit all alone like an airplane... on the edge of a sky full of solid grey...

My eyes felt drowsy, which was a scary thought. Looking around, I attempt to keep them open, which soon becomes a successful operation. I spot a small brick structure ahead. Pushing myself off the ground, I begin walking towards it. "What the hell am I getting myself into with this?" I ask aloud, to no one in particular. I have the worst feeling about this structure, but I keep walking to it. Sometimes I think I'm to curious for my own good.

my legs are dangling off the edge...

Reading the text, I stare at the wooden platform. The stones tell me to go into the hole, but what sane person would ever jump into a hole when they are being hunted? "Of course, any sane person!" I practically shout. Climbing onto the lip of the well, I place my feet on the wooden piece. Biting my lip, I sit there and wait.

goin' down in the rabbit hole... get away from all we know...

"Alright, what the everloving fuck have these Gamemakers done?" I question as a little sprite floating around me. I glare at the thing as it begins its riddle. "Boy, these riddles are some serious bull," I mutter. She asks me if I am ready for a question, and I raise an eyebrow. "Why the hell not? Not like I can get any crazier," I respond.