"why would you think that? that this game can be beaten, won, solved? do you have any idea what your purpose in this place is?" ---- Your tribute steps out onto into the cold, barren warehouse that is the gamemakers' hall. Here, away from the prying eyes of the capitol's citizens, there is no need for special effects or dazzling lights. Only themselves, the gamemakers, and their talents. But this year looks different. Every single piece of equipment is suspended several feet above the ground. Not enough to cause injury- but enough so that were a tribute to fall, they would not be able to continue their display. Every surface in the room is covered in a thin layer of moisture, like the spray from the ocean. And there is wind- a roaring wind, not enough to knock one over but enough to cause difficulty with movement. And above it all, there is a voice. A chillingly familiar voice. President Imperium will be personally overseeing each tribute's display. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Instructions for participation 1. remix this project with your tribute's performance. you must mention the conditions listed above or will be docked points. that's it! grading will begin on tuesday, and extensions will be given until june 3rd. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- eternal echo of the thrilling tour-our-our imperium has a voice claim now! listen to it here- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/youtube/U25Ll6hET0E/ also the source of the quote used in this project
