Arena

You begin your descent down the dune, stalking the distant figure to the Northeast. He is a couple hours away, but as long as he keeps moving forward, the chances of him spotting you are limited.

As the hours pass, four more deaths are announced from above, the number of contestants remaining reaching 194. The sun beats down from above, and you have to sip sparingly from your canteen now and then to keep from becoming too parched.

You start to feel hungry. Remembering the rations in your pack, you take a moment to slip it off of your back and eat a little of the green substance labeled to contain nourishment.

That's when you see a second figure burst suddenly from the sand to tackle the one you had followed for so long. The two begin rolling around in the sand, battling one another fiercely.

You have barely tasted the ration and want more, but are certain that if you remain where you are, the others will surely spot you. There is also the possibility that you could sneak up on these two and catch them both unaware (Clearly, the satisfaction of being the first double-death dealer announced is tempting.)...