**This is a hilarious song (though really obnoxious and leaning towards being anti-Christian / anti-religion in general, which I do NOT approve of!) but picture Ramsay singing this song. Oh my god, that'd be funny. The weapon (pictured) was found here: http://www.smashinglists.com/10-deadliest-combat-knives-daggers/ . It's kind of cool; double weapon. Again, seems like something Ramsay would get a kick out of. So from this point on there will be violence, some implied and some graphic, since the Games are starting now. anyway comment/vote/enjoy!**

Ramsay Snow-Bolton (age 18), District 12

Day 1

I jump off my metal plate with a huge grin on my face. Some bitches are gonna die today. Some people run to the Castle--ah, fuck them. I'll get them later. But most run to the Cornucopia. They think they're being smart and getting supplies?

I grab two huge serrated knives--BC-41s, with brass knuckles where the handle should be so double weapons. A small boy is over a backpack so I stab him--the cry of pain is...nice. I grab the backpack and with it on my shoulders, I head deeper into the Bloodbath. So what if I have all I need? Why do the careers need all the stuff? I need it too.

Something slams into my shoulder and I don't fall, but fuck it it hurts. I whirl around. There's a girl glaring at me--I feel like I should know her but I can't place her name--and I sneer, before stabbing her in the stomach. She screams and I twist the knife. Much satisfaction..

She screams even more and falls, the light and life seeping from her eyes. I can't look away. It's obviously not the first time I've killed someone, but...she just falls. Like a pathetic little doll. Honestly, I feel like laughing. The guy from Three stares at me in horror.

"You killed her!" he cries, and lunges at me. I stagger backwards. He has a sword and I know I'm no match for him, at least not with only a knife. I duck under his next swing and shove him backwards, making him fall into the guy from Two.

I look around, panting. Two is a good kill count, but I itch for more. I see a bony girl reaching for a piece of tarp and I thrust my knife into the side of her neck. She chokes and falls, and I smile. Two is company, and three is a crowd. I guess I have a crowd of people dead now. I chuckle lightly to myself.

The ground is scattered with dead bodies. The remaining tributes mostly rush to the Castle. I debate my options. The Castle is gonna be crawling with people, which could be dangerous. The wilderness around it is probably for the most part empty, what with most people in the Castle. So less people to worry about, but the bad thing is the nature...the cold. That can kill as many people as a knife can. I'm not stupid.

I decide to go with nature. Fuck nature. I have two good knives and a backpack--I think I'll be okay.

**I'm gonna try to keep the Games part in just one person's point of view (or at least the same scene) to make it more compact and dramatic. some parts might break this rule lol. Ramsay's kill count: three! Congrats, you weirdo.

TOTAL BLOODBATH DEATHS: eleven
REMAINING TRIBUTES: thirteen **