The Guild Alliance's Unseen Overlord announced over a microphone to the sponsors gathered in the massive room filled with stalls for purchasing items and computers to research things, "Let the Multiverseral Hunger Games Begin! You have 1 day to research your tributes that have been given to you in a piece of paper and write the letter that will lead to either the survival or untimely death of your tributes. And may the odds be ever in your favor"
Harold Jones looked on his list-Neopolitan and Sherlock. Interesting choices-if they can work together, Harold noted. One with power, the other with perception. Perfect, but now to the letter,
Game-maker's Room
Deep under the room where the sponsors gathered, the Game-makers-Hades, Rumplestiltskin, Davy Jones, and Glados recieved a message from the Overlord, "Is everything ready for the first Multiverseral Hunger Games?"
"Aye, 'tis ready for cast off," Davy Jones nodded, with one foot in a bucket of water.
"Everything is ready for Games, Dearie," Rumplestiltskin agreed.
"Hades, is the map ready? Glados, are you ready to be our announcer?" asked the Overlord.