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Task 2
When Miguel heard his name he walked into the room to impress the gamemakers.  He already had a game plan.  Fire, ax, knives.  It wasn't very complicated.  Even though he wasn't mastered with an ax, he saw plenty of other players using knives in the training room and realized that he was going to have to do something else, something more elaborate to get their attention.
Once in the room he grabbed a simple knife.  But much to the gamemakers' surprise, instead of walking to the dummies, he walked to the fire making area.  After a few clicks he started a nice fire with the materials.  All the colors were so beautiful interweaving with each other.  But it was just a fire and he had to do more.
While walking over to the axes, he saw a machete.  A machete was much more interesting than an ax.  So he walked over there and grabbed it.  After spinning it in his hand a few times, getting the feel of it, he walked over to the dummies.  Alright, so the change in plan made him have to think, and think quickly as to not lose their interest.  Maybe he would just decapitate one of the dummies, yeah that would work.  He flipped the machete in his hand a few more times before he ran and swung.  After turning he cursed under his breath.  Unfortunately he miscalculated and instead of cutting through the neck he hit the shoulder.  In the background he heard the gamemakers laughing, which made him even angrier.  He swung once again in anger, which was never a good idea.  Then he dropped the machete not even bothering to look back.  Although, he noticed they stopped laughing.  Halfway to the knives he turned around.  The dummies head was lying nicely down on the floor.
After that accidental victory he couldn't help but manage a smile.  Now it was time for the real show.  He grabbed several knives and walked over to the dummies again.  Because he couldn't really show his slashing skills on non moving dummies, he decided he would just throw them.  First shot, headshot.  A smirk found his way to his face again.  Once again he threw the knife and watched as it whizzed through the air.  What?  He swore under his breath as the knife wedged itself into the stomach instead of the heart.  Alright, this time he had to get it right, and then he was done with this stupid place.   He wasn't sure what made him miss but he wasn't going to screw up this time.  Really? The shoulder? That's nowhere near the heart.   He still had a stash of knives but his anger was rising obviously screwing up his game.  After trying to clam himself down, he threw another knife.  It landed right on the x.  Thank goodness.   He was out of here, he barely even cared what score he got.

Description
Task 2
When Miguel heard his name he walked into the room to impress the gamemakers.  He already had a game plan.  Fire, ax, knives.  It wasn't very complicated.  Even though he wasn't mastered with an ax, he saw plenty of other players using knives in the training room and realized that he was going to have to do something else, something more elaborate to get their attention.
Once in the room he grabbed a simple knife.  But much to the gamemakers' surprise, instead of walking to the dummies, he walked to the fire making area.  After a few clicks he started a nice fire with the materials.  All the colors were so beautiful interweaving with each other.  But it was just a fire and he had to do more.
While walking over to the axes, he saw a machete.  A machete was much more interesting than an ax.  So he walked over there and grabbed it.  After spinning it in his hand a few times, getting the feel of it, he walked over to the dummies.  Alright, so the change in plan made him have to think, and think quickly as to not lose their interest.  Maybe he would just decapitate one of the dummies, yeah that would work.  He flipped the machete in his hand a few more times before he ran and swung.  After turning he cursed under his breath.  Unfortunately he miscalculated and instead of cutting through the neck he hit the shoulder.  In the background he heard the gamemakers laughing, which made him even angrier.  He swung once again in anger, which was never a good idea.  Then he dropped the machete not even bothering to look back.  Although, he noticed they stopped laughing.  Halfway to the knives he turned around.  The dummies head was lying nicely down on the floor.
After that accidental victory he couldn't help but manage a smile.  Now it was time for the real show.  He grabbed several knives and walked over to the dummies again.  Because he couldn't really show his slashing skills on non moving dummies, he decided he would just throw them.  First shot, headshot.  A smirk found his way to his face again.  Once again he threw the knife and watched as it whizzed through the air.  What?  He swore under his breath as the knife wedged itself into the stomach instead of the heart.  Alright, this time he had to get it right, and then he was done with this stupid place.   He wasn't sure what made him miss but he wasn't going to screw up this time.  Really? The shoulder? That's nowhere near the heart.   He still had a stash of knives but his anger was rising obviously screwing up his game.  After trying to clam himself down, he threw another knife.  It landed right on the x.  Thank goodness.   He was out of here, he barely even cared what score he got.