“Tsunami.” The word from a loudspeaker rings like a bell into the bright, cool room filled with gamemakers. I, along with many men in white uniforms started to furiously type away on our high-tech computers. Within a matter of minutes, I glanced up onto the screen, and saw the dark clouds rolling in to the games. The clouds panic the tributes, curious to see what was next. Then, the angry waves begin. The intelligent tributes sprint to higher elevation, but most just stand there in shock. Almost every tribute has a look of panic and fear plastered on their faces. The waves look like they are in a race, competing to get to shore first. As they reach shore, they crash in a rage, destroying everything in its path. Palm trees timber to the ground, spraying cold, wet sand on the rocks. Most of the tributes made it to the mountain, except a few, who are buried in crashing waves and sand.

I place my hand on a cold, metal knob and turn it one notch. The waves begin to grow, and more destruction occurs. Palm trees are flat, on the ground, and animals are as high up in trees as they can be. A notice flies up onto my computer screen showing that 5 tributes have been killed. That is when the voice returns over the loudspeaker, telling us to shut the tsunami down. After clacking away on my computer, the waves die down and the sky clears up. The tributes come out from hiding, with relieved looks on their faces.