As I stepped through the teleporter, I sucked up a deep breath. God, how did it come so far? The past days had been an emotional rollercoaster. I knew that there was a 4.2 percent chance of survival. That’s pretty low isn’t it? But that’s not even the worst part. I sigh again. I can’t win. I can’t win the Games. Even if everyone else dies, I still won’t feel like a winner. I think back at the time in the U-Haul.
I was standing among the crowd. DeityDiz stood on the stage. A bowl full of drawing lots stood next to him. I was nervous. I didn’t want to be a tribute, nor I wanted one of my loved ones to be one. Satori stood behind me, Orin stood next to me.
“Welcome to the (9)th Walfas Games!” Diz announced. “May the Walfas be ever in your favor.” He then explained about the history of this gruesome tradicion. About how Gensokyo turned into a land of chaos, which was then renamed ‘the Wagon’. In order to reta