BOOM! As the cannon fires, eleven figures draw away from the flickering screen, turning and murmuring amongst themselves. Blaze and Jack Crow were dead. Would Pichu or Truffle be joining their ranks soon? "Now, now, my friends, don't get too caught up in the drama," Imperium interrupted as he snaked in front of the group, a smirk on his face and a flask in his paw. They paused, meeting his maniacal gaze. "This is only the beginning of my thrilling evening!" The youngest of the group furrowed his brow. "You're going to end this tonight?" Imperium ignored the question, turning back toward the screen with a grin before finally replying, "Why yes, I am, Dingdong—and it is up to you, dearest victors, to send these final two a gift." // A dense fog fills the arena, making it impossible to see more than three feet ahead, yet the bamboo can be felt growing rapidly, twisting in all directions and constantly changing shape. Through the fog, two white parachutes drift down from the sky towards their respective recipients, who rush to open them. The containers hold the Capitol's latest and greatest medicine, capable of healing all wounds upon application. After their battles only moments ago, the finalists clearly need it. It is time for the finale, and one tribute will come out on top. The only question now is: who will it be?
