User blog:PoisonedPoetry/The 98th hunger games

Hello guys/ girls, and welcome to my first hunger games on either of the two wiki's. I have been practising my writing skills, and decided that today's the day to begin a hunger games for anybody to join.

Introduction (Warning: Quite long)
It has been several decades since the second rebellion took place. Thousands, if not, millions of innocent people lost their lives to end the barbaric event known as the hunger games. In the end though, it all paid off, all thanks to Katniss Everdeen, the mockingjay. However, 28 years ago, Katniss, Peeta, Willow and Rye Mellark all lost their lives after a fire broke out at their house. They stood no chance against the flames.

A few days later, many people turned up to the funeral, to pay their respects to the girl on fire. Amongst them were other victorsof the hunger games, and even several people that were involved with this. This included Annie Cresta, Haymitch Abernathy, Efie Trinket, Beetee, Johanna, even Enobaria turned up.

A few years later, President Paylor succumbed to a lengthy battle with lung cancer, leading to a man known as Aaron Pluto to take charge and care of all the districts. However, unlike Paylor, he supported the hunger games, and took ideas from them. He was plotting to restart the hunger games, and take away the free will of his people.

He sent formal letters to districts 1, 2 and 4, asking politely for them to turn some buildings into training centres, so that the careers could exist and breathe once more. After all, he felt like there needed to be some particularly strong tributes.

He let them train for a few years, before he hired out several Capitolians to become game makers, and trainers. Every single detail was carefully planned out, and carried out, until eventually, they were ready to begin.

Pluto glanced down and smiled at his son, Taylor, as he gave his father a face that showed pride for him. Slowly, he waddled onto the podium, and waved to the adoring crowd below him. The other districts watched him on TV, curious of his announcement.

"Attention, all districts of Panem!" He called, with great authority in his voice. If nobody was watching him before, they surely were now. "I must call for your attention, when I say that this news is of great importance! Now, I must admit that there have been some... slight mistakes in the past, with certain situations, so I feel the need to.. discipline you all! I hold the power in my hands, and Ihave signed a treaty, which means that the hunger games shall commence again!" Mixed reactions spread across all the crowd. For the career districts and Capitol, it was mainly positive. The majority of the others, though, were unsurprisingly negative, and several people shouted, in utter outrage.

"Not only shall District 1-12 compete in these, but so will the lesser known districts, 0, 13 and 14!" The trio of districts widened their eyes in terror, completely caught off guard. "However, to make things fair, the Capitol will also compete, not only to make things fair, but to prove to everyone what great people we have!" The Capitolians cheered with glee, but President Pluto hushed them. "Finally, each year will have a twist! The reapingsbegin in 6 months time! Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour!"

Time shift

Now, it is the 98th hunger games, 22 years after the broadcast. President Pluto once again strolled to the stage, looking down below to the crowd. They continuosly hailed him, and started to pump their fists.

"Welcome again, to the 98th hunger games, where once again, 32 tributes will compete against one another for glory, and for the riches that await them! I must confess, I am particularly looking forwards to this year's twist!" He nodded to his grandson, Apollo, who timidly walked on stange, holding a plastic bowl.

"And the twist this year..." Pluto dipped his hand into the bowl, fiddling around for a slip, until his fingers closed around one. He pulled it out, and unravelled it, so that the inner contents could be seen. "...Is that as a reminder that we are still fair, even if we made terrible promises, there will be no twists!" Everybody murmured in confusion, even the President himself. "I'm guessing these games will be average then... it looks like we'll have to put up with it..." He shrugged, before leaving, not even giving out the famous motto.

Rules

 * You can submit three tributes maximum.


 * Don't enter troll tributes, please. They just waste time.


 * No spamming on my blog, please! Doing so will either result in your tribute being killed off, severely injured, or losing sponsor money.


 * If you wish to submit a tribute, either use a link, or submit them in the comments.


 * If you wish to reserve a spot, it will last 48 hours.


 * You mustn't go rampage if your tribute dies. You are allowed to mourn them, to say R.I.P, and to virtually cry, but no anger.


 * Don't use somebody else's advice to keep your tribute alive (E.g: Kathleen is planning on killing you, Kaitlyn. Kill her back)


 * Be respectful of others


 * If you have read this, say 'Wolfblood' in your comment, if you are submitting a tribute.