Here Comes Macy

The plate rises quicker than he expects. about five feet to his front is a grassy circular island, adorned by the Cornucopia in the very middle. Behind him lies a dry, sandy desert. Surveying the island, he notices a stash of weapons, supplies, and a large black backpack probably filled to the brim with everything you could ever need in the arena. The gong sounds and he jumps into the water, dog paddling for his life. He jumps up on the island and bursts to the center, He surveys the treasure and notices that the backpack he wanted is missing. Oh well. He chooses a few weapons and tests them out on Jonathan L, the unfortunate fellow standing a little bit too close to his hoard. How fun, he thinks, and grabs a different backpack as he sprints to the water, stuffing it with whatever he brought with him from the Cornucopia. Only after he's in the water does he notice that the pack is attached to a person.
  "Please don't kill me," whimpers Wyatt.
 "FINE. You get to be my pack animal and carry everything-- except this knife; I need SOMETHING to defend myself with." Macy drags him up onto the sandy shore and they walk off into the desert.