User blog:Fahlcan/The 99th Hunger Games

After winning the 98th Hunger Games, Robin Mangrove realized that there would be new trouble for her. Having to overcome the grief left in her experiences after losing her love Driff Vanderlance to the vile Kris Jones, Robin must now face a new challenge of mentoring District 7 tributes and becoming a capitol star, as another batch of 24 males and females are thrown into the next year's death olympics, the 99th Hunger Games.

Rules
1: Only 24 tributes.

2: 3 tributes a person, may increase/decrease.

3: No toxic comments.

4: 1 day reservation, so get your tribute in.

5: Career districts are 1, 2, and 4. Tributes not from these districts can be careers, if they are physically capable enough.

6: Sending advice for your tributes will give them a 75% chance of surviving the day. Not doing so will only give them a 25% chance.

7: Advertise these games, I need as many people joining as possible.

8: Tribute limit is three. I'd reccomend entering 2 in case on dies.

9: Suggestions are welcome in the comments, I love to hear feedback.

10: I can be found in the official Hunger Games discord, so don't be afraid to message me.

Tribute Form
Name: (if it's something stupid like Gurughaugh or Hugh Jass then i'm going to reject it)

District: (1-12)

Gender (Male or Female, not some bs trisexual googoo):

Age: (12-18)

Personality: (put dominant traits in bold)

Backstory: (doesn't need to be a novel a paragraph will do)

Height/Weight: (try to keep it under 8 feet and 300 pounds)

Appearance: (if a picture make sure it's an actual person not one of those luna cartoon avatars)

Weapon(s): (try to do three, with first being their best skill, second their backup, and third last opiton)

Strengths: (Have as many of these as weaknesses)

Weaknesses: (no less number than the strengths)

Alliance: (can be filled out later)

Alliances
Careers: Lucianus (1M), Arno (4M)

Anti-Careers:

Base Alliance 1: Florian (5M), Ecclesia (5F)

Base Alliance 2:

Base Alliance 3:

Base Alliance 4:

Loners: Athena (3F),

Undecided: Iris (12F), Pell (10M), Magnolia (7F)

Robin Mangrove, Victor of the 98th Hunger Games
I am on the train now, after I have been washed up and allowed a day of rest in the capitol. I was still traumatized, I could barely sleep with the memories I had obtained. Driff had been a huge part of my games success, and now without him I didn't know how I was gonna function. Not to matter I would have to go to districts of tributes that had died, some I have killed in the games. How was I supposed to pretend to honor the boy from 10 or that monster from 1?

For my task I was assigned quite the interesting character as a bodyguard. He is rather tall and muscular, and looks at me with an emotionless expression. "Robin Mangrove." he says in a deep voice with an odd accent. "Excuse me... but who are you?" I ask, staring the man up and down. "I am Philipp Pichler. Victor of the 91st Hunger Games, peacekeeper, seargent first class. Now your bodyguard." Wait, a victor?? Why even bother having an occupation?

"You won a games? Why not mentor District 2?" I ask, as he looks at me with the same cold expression. "Victors are in plentiful amounts in District 2. I'll let them do the mentoring. I still look for action." You had to be kidding me, they assigned a gung-ho former career tribute to protect me. Just what I wanted to deal with daily.

"Well Philipp, tell me why you're guarding me specifically. The capitol thinks I'm in danger?" I ask, still wondering why this hulking man was following me. "Precisely. Some of the districts are angry that you won your games. There will be people who will want to hurt you."

I sigh. I killed because I had to, not because I wanted to. I wasn't a career tribute, killing didn't define me. "Unfortunately for you Robin, the first stop for us is District 1... who are sore losers." Great, I had to visit them and explain why I had stabbed Kris.

"Do not worry Robin. Anyone tries to rush the stage, I will shoot them." He then slides the pump shotgun out, as I look at him in shock. "No! You can't just kill somebody because they got on stage!" I protest, but I know there isn't any stopping a man who could pick me up like a toy.

Eventually, our train does hit it's stop, as I realize we had made it to District 1. It's just as bad as I thought it would be, as the large assembly of people were booing loudly. I felt like crying as I was exposed to the large amount of hate, but I realized that I had my own hate, as these were the same people who cultured their children to become murderers.

"Quiet down. Welcome the victor of the 98th Hunger Games with some respect!" says the District 1 mayor, but he has no control of the people. "Step aside." says Phillip, and I am shocked when he points that gun in the air and fires. My ears ring as the local peacekeepers raise their weapons, and chaos ensues.

"Now why would you do that?" I ask Phillip when the ringing stops. "They needed to stop rioting." he says. The gunshot does help though, as once peacekeepers sort out the rowdy crowd members the district begins to settle.

"Now, like I said, welcome Robin Mangrove of District 7." The mayor then leaves, as I'm forced to go onto the microphone. Of course, I had been given notecards, but after how rude the district had been and how the people their had created monsters like Kris, I was going to give them a piece of my mind.

"So you think it's okay to just breed war dogs? Because that is what you're doing District 1. You see your children there? You send them to basically a muder camp to have them learn the skills of killing other kids. You think it's sad that your district lost two tributes not because they died, but because they didn't win? You don't know sadness then. Sure, I killed your male tribute. But after he took away the one I loved. So yea, I'm pretty content with that."

The booing gets worse, as Phillip looks at me, asking the same question I had asked him. "Because Phillip, sometimes people need to hear what they don't want to." The chaos began too much, as peacekeepers began to smoke the district to stop the things. I didn't care. The whole tradition for the games needed to stop. No more need to have children of Panem spill each other's blood.