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You search the forrest floor for some naturally occurring flora before taking some mud from the river bank and smear it over your face and arms. In a contest like this, being your usual flashy wrestling self will likely get you killed; you need to blend in with your surroundings.

Having effectively camoflauged youself you decide to move West along the river, keeping back from the river banks so as not to be spotted by any other contestants who find themselves near the water.

You move slowly, stepping over foilage and making your own train. There are trees almost always between you and the flowing river. You sip at your canteen only twice during the several hour hike.

An emotionless automated voice overhead anounces the first death. "199 contestants remain".

Soon it will be calling out my kills, you muse as you continue along.

It isn't long before you hear the roar of a motor in the distance, growing louder and apparently heading towards your position. It is approaching from the North, according to your compass.

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