[ WP ] You are thrown into a hunger games like situation , only this time everyone has superpowers . Your power however ? The power to cook minute noodles in under a minute .

The maze was far more difficult than anyone ever thought. The traps deadlier, the winding tunnels twisted into paths no one could manage to mentally map out. Competition had been ongoing for a fortnight. The rules say it ’ s a free-for-all competition and that only the last one standing wins. The twist was that the survivor got to keep their superpower. 
 
 See, the old games had gotten stale and the folks in charge of the games were trying to discover new ways of keeping fans interested. All of us deserve to be here for one reason or another, so no one objected to some mild gene altering. The first generation of superpowers weren ’ t very powerful. Who cares about being able to turn your skin a shade of green when death is on the line? The first generation of games after the gene splicing didn ’ t change too much. And not many from that first generation of super powers survived once the next generations had been produced. 
 
 The new powers are too strong, and none of us want to compete anymore. We ’ ve been surviving for these past two weeks, just over half of the competitors from this game and we ’ re 27 strong. It ’ s a slow process convincing more to our side, and convincing them we can all work together to get free of this sentence. I have to say the others get convinced to join us easier and easier with every passing day. Our food rations keep becoming smaller and smaller, the game ’ s referees are trying to put us on edge by starving us. Trying to coax us into unleashing these terrible powers on each other. 
 
 This will be the person I ’ ve played my powers off in a positive way, without having to hurt them. And like I said, every time is easier. Partly because of the strength in our numbers. Partly because our noodle rations taste way better actually cooked. And no one has any way of making fire. That makes my powers way more helpful for us all. 
 
 The stage looks the same every time. Sitting comfortably against the sleek black maze wall, slurping down the noodle cup broth. The smacking sound entices them, and the offer to have a good meal before we have our battle to the death. I invite them to sit before the dry ration of noodles on the ground in front of me while I continue to slurp my own cup happily. After they sit I pry some conversation with them. My radiating powers begin to work on the noodles. It doesn ’ t even take a minute and the ration is boiling, vibrating vigorously. Menacingly even. We talk more, and I point out the injustice of the games. None of them question what my power is until I drop the thinly veiled threat on them. Wouldn ’ t it be better to fight together, rather than boil in your skin like a cup of noodles? 
 
 We ’ re 28 strong and I ’ m the head of this rebellion. We ’ ve got all manner of powers at our disposal. These 5th generation powers have gotten stronger than anyone expected. Telekinisis, throwing fire, x-ray vision, true camouflage instead of shades of green. But nothing beats minute noodles in less than a minute. 

