But fact of the matter is, they've lost sight. I was made for this. Born for it. We all were, and it's about time the others remembered that. Who gives a damn what goes on outside the arena? Maybe I'll live a game. Perhaps two. But chances are I'm going to die--it's that simple. As my body disentegrates, another Sniper will take my place. It's the acceptance of that simple fact that drives me to put 300% into my game. I was born for it, I'm gonna die for it, so I might as well do the best I can to fulfill my purpose.
Haha, that was pretty good. You know I always wondered what the Sniper was thinking about before Game time.
