User blog comment:Hunger.Games.Rebel2/The Diamond Games/@comment-4344174-20140705230321

Here's a couple tributes for you.

From District 2, a female...

Name: Sharpe Cindre!

Occupation: Part-time student, part-time insane killer psychopath.

Age: 12

Weapon: Dagger, crossbow, knife. Whichever of these she can grab.

Backstory: Sharpe's parents were killed by a mutt accidentally released from District 14. She was abandoned due to her eyes and was found by Halloween Smiley, along with her brother. Halloween went to raise them and show them murder. She started to kill several extra victims that Halloween found for her and her brother. She was born on the third day of the games, turning thirteen. She was great friends with Silver Clockson, also known as Clocky. She planned to volunteer when she was 15, but was reaped at 12. Now, all she can hope is for her or her brother to return home as victor.

And from District 3, a male...

Name: Dennis Drikker Rystentia!

Occupation: Computer technician turned myth.

Weapon: Knife.

Age: 12

Backstory: Dennis Drikker Rystentia. The name may sound familiar to you. Yeah, that's me. I was dead a couple years ago. But really, I wasn't. I've been alive ever since that supposed day. Damn the Capitol, the Peacekeepers and all of their shit. I absolutely hate them. They kill people just for doing things they have to do. It's so stupid. I mean, if we're starving, give us some damn food instead of making us steal it, and then you guys whip us for it.

And getting back on track, why did they think I died? Because my whole family was killed along with several other families on a special year. There was a twist where if a tribute died, a member of their family would die too. We had all of 3, 4 and the 5 Female that year. My parents Luster and Current, grandparents Jacobsen and Eliza, and my sister Avalon were all killed as our family tributes died. I was the only one left. All alone in an apocalyptic world.

And here I am now, being reaped at my first reaping ever. No one volunteers and I stifle a cry. "Fuck the Capitol and their shit." I murmur as I walk up stage.

Oh hey, Pippy. My tributes are once again 12 year olds. #NoChance