If the view from the Cornucopia was breathtaking, the twisting, turning labyrinth of the Canopy Village is almost nauseating by comparison. Kept in relatively good shape for a series of residences that look all but abandoned, the series of bridges and platforms suggest a way of life that consisted of great risk and greater reward. For those unaccustomed to heights or swaying at the slightest breeze that happens to blow their way, this location may very well be more terrifying than the prospect of single combat itself. Be careful where you step - after all, it would be rather embarrassing to be the first tribute to die of a long fall due to their own clumsiness, wouldn’t it? ~ lance

Any tribute that steps foot in this jungle will find that something about it feels...off. For one, there seems to be a startling lack of fauna aside from the devious or gargantuan. And for two, do plants usually sway like that even in the absence of a breeze? Or possess jaws so large that they could swallow you up in a single gulp? Tread carefully, tributes, because in this jungle, the flora eats you. ~ lance

Who knew bugs could be so productive? Sure, your only exposure to the insects that haven’t been genetically modified thus far (well, at least not in size) have been persistently trying to suck your blood, so maybe you’re a little biased. But when you step into the home of the termites, the first thing that really sticks out to you is just how tall their houses are. Standing up to twenty five feet tall and a hundred feet around, your thoughts briefly drift to wondering just how many bugs it takes to form a mound of this size when the termites themselves are so damn tiny. And then you shove that thought from your mind, because you already have enough nightmare fuel to worry about as is. ~ lance

Carefully tended, coaxed, and nurtured, the roots of trees on either side of the chasm were shaped into a long bridge. Each root is so carefully wound together, and so tightly clasped, that the bridge looks more like a trench through the air than a bridge. A couple occasional roots have broken from the group to spear out into nothing and were left that way. Far below, the sound of water reaches you, a torrid rushing that is as entrancing as it is terrifying - falling from here might just kill you before anything else could. You only hope this bridge really will hold. ~ Kire

There are no trees here, no shade, nothing to stop the bugs. Instead, all around in perfectly straight rows are hundreds upon hundreds of pineapple plants. They stretch to about waist height, a spiny golden fruit sitting perched in the center of each. There is enough food to last you the entire Hunger Games, but at the cost of having nowhere to hide. It might be best to stock up and go, after all, you don’t know what’s crawling under the leaves. ~ Kire

An aerial view of the braided river paints a beautiful tapestry of winding blue-green rivers, cutting through orange and grey mudbanks. A bird could easily follow the main artery from edge to edge of the arena. Unfortunately for the tributes, they cannot fly. Following one vein may prove treacherous, or bountiful. From the banks, it is difficult to tell how deep any particular part of the river is. Brave tributes may try to ford the braided river, but beware the beasties that call the water home. ~ Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]