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You scale a tree decently high and settle in on a sturdy branch. You finally drift off the sleep, but wake up with a start upon hearing loud laughter and talking. You lose your balance and fall to the ground, which knocks the wind out of you. The careers hear the rucus of your fall and run over to finish you off.

 

You are dead.

The Hunger Games 

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