As Matthias looked around, he noticed that all the other tributes--well, most of them--were talking with each other now. Awesome, just what they needed. NOT. By the looks of it, and perhaps a little wishful thinking on Matthias' part, it seemed that this year's Games would be a big team deathmatch, the tributes split pretty much halfway. It was going to suck having to kill teammates, though. He shuddered at the thought. Within the next two weeks, Matthias was probably going to end a life. It almost sickened him. As he sat there in his own simmering pool of thought, he wished for one thing: the Games to start, so he could just be killed and not have to worry anymore.