The Hungover Games -

A spotlight hit the center of the arena, revealing a table piled with things that looked helpful at first glance: a bottle of water, a breakfast burrito, a pair of sunglasses, and a single Advil. Fifty people lunged.

What followed was not heroic combat but the ugliest, most pathetic scramble in reality TV history. A man in a bathrobe tried to fight for the Advil but threw up instead. Two women formed a shaky alliance based on the fact that they both had the same Uber receipt from last night. Someone screamed, “I just want to go home and lie down,” and three others nodded in solidarity, forfeiting immediately. The Hungover Games

Then he heard it: a soft, wet ah-choo from across the arena. A spotlight hit the center of the arena,

Jack groaned. The last thing he remembered was his friend Dave saying, “One more shot, bro. What’s the worst that could happen?” Apparently, the worst was waking up in a dystopian reality show where the only weapons were regret, dehydration, and the vague memory of a bad decision. A man in a bathrobe tried to fight