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Welcome to the 299th Hunger Games! I just recently finished the 298th Hunger Games, the first Games in the "Red Days Saga", and this is the official sequel to it. How many Games this saga is going to have? I don't know.

This Game will be like any other one, so yeah, read the introduction and the rules and if you decide to sign up, great! I hope you enjoy the whole process.

Introduction
As mentioned in the epilogue of the 298th Hunger Games, during and after the Games, uprisings happened in all of the districts around Panem, and even unknown districts appeared to rise against the Capitol. To punish the rebels of the two newer districts and the citizens of the poorest regions of the Capitol who also rebelled against the Capitol government, this Hunger Games will have more six extra tributes: one boy and one girl from the suburbs of the Capitol, and one boy and one girl from Districts 0 and 14. This is a challenge even bigger for the selected tributes, so they will have to work it out a lot if they want to survive. May the odds be ever in your favor!

Rules
1. I honestly did not know what was the best amount of tributes per person, so by now, I am allowing two tributes per person, but it may grow depending in the popularity and the quantity of users.

2. No reservations this time, since reservations take time and no one wants to delay the process of the Game, right? However, if you type an excellent tribute for a spot that was originally filled out by a poorly-written tribute, then the spot is totally yours.

3. I am accepting since links to other wikis until typing in the comments the description of your tribute.

4. This is the tribute template, however you don't have to fill out the non-required spaces, just the required ones (that are in bold):

Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Personality:

Backstory:

Appearance: (description, lunaii or real pic)

Weapon:

Strenghts:

Weaknesses:

Fear:

Token:

Alliance:

5. Be aware about the adult language, but I will probably do not do sexual references.

6. Sending your tributes good advice, creative plans, and cheering for them makes them have a higher chance of winning.

7. If there is a problem, such as type errors and anything messed up, just tell me in the comments and I'll try to fix it.

8. This time, I will be getting in-depth in the Games. There will be reapings, group training, individual training sessions and interviews.

Alliances
Career Alliance: Komentia Flores (0), Drayden Hax (1), Darius Asterin (2), Scarlet Avalon (2), Buck Rockwell (6), Alicia Calvert (7)

Anti-Career Alliance: ​Bonnie Cougar (5), Lavender Morton (6), Connor Smitherson (8), Bell Fladgate (9), Eliza Herader (10), David Johnson (13)

District 4 and 14 Alliance: Nami Njord (4), Odin Amarth (14)

District 4 and 7 Alliance: Isaac Blade (4), Breccan Gateson (7)

Capitol and District 3 Alliance: Victorie Pontius (Cap), Clara Crescent (3)

District 11 Alliance: Tim Thorburn (11), Kim Thorburn (11)

District 9 and 13 Alliance: Stewart Pi (9), Robin Smoke (13)

District 8 and 14 Alliance: Adelaide Simmons (8), Linda Haren (14)

Loners: Greyson Darlon (0), Alec Roswell-Seacrest (Cap), Brenna Placidia (1), James Desmond (5), Katta Wallace (10), Oceania Seacrest (12)

Undecided: Casper Ware (3), Jack Green (12)

Arena
The arena is set to represent the twelve zodiac signs, with each section representing one of them.

At the center, as always, the golden Cornucopia lays in an isolated island, and the tributes start at the platforms placed there. To leave the island, you have to cross one of the twelve bridges, with each one going to a "zodiac section".

The first section is called Aries, and is a section of dense forest, high trees, and many animals, including only one mutt, sheep mutts that stay all around the section. As Aries' zodiac element is the fire, the trees are frequently burned and flamed, by the Gamemakers or not.

The second one is Taurus, a section with low odds and few trees, but many rivers and grass. The mutts in here are obviously furious bulls, that can kill someone easily. As its zodiac element is the earth, earthquakes are constant in this section.

The third one is Gemini, the most urban section of all. It has some woods, but is most characterized for being placed in a small abandoned city, with only two streets. The mutts are two twin brothers that attack together; one wields a sword and the other one an axe. As its zodiac element is the air, frequently there are strong breezes and winds rushing, taking down trees.

The fourth one is Cancer, a section placed in a muddy forest, with many rivers and lakes flowing around there. The mutt is obviously a big crab, which attacks with no mercy anyone who enters in its territory. As Cancer's zodiac element is the water, there are tidal waves happening frequently.

The fifth one is Leo, a hot section with high trees and high woods but an intense sun hovering over there. The mutt is a strong red lion, an animal that can kill someone quickly. As Leo's zodiac element is the fire, the trees are frequently burned and flamed, by the Gamemakers or not.

The sixth one of the sections is Virgo, a section with low odds and some plantations of soybean and corn around. The mutt is a pale woman who can't speak, but always has a long knife by her side to kill anyone who hesitates in confroting her. As its zodiac element is the earth, earthquakes are constant in this section.

The seventh one is Libra, a section similar to Virgo, but instead of plantations, there are some fruit frees around. The mutt is also a pale woman who can't speak, but she has instead two metallic balls that can kill anyone with only one blow. As its zodiac element is the air, frequently there are strong breezes and winds rushing, taking down trees.

After Libra, we have the Scorpio section. It is a section with many woods around and few trees, and has also some rivers flowing around. The mutt that lives in this section is a terrible scorpion, that can feel someone walking near his location. As Scorpio's zodiac element is the water, there are tidal waves happening frequently.

The ninth one is Sagittarius, a section similar to the Leo's one, but instead of high trees and high woods, it has low trees and low woods. The mutt around is a centaur which always has a bow and one arrow besides to attack anyone that he sees. As Sagittarius's zodiac element is the fire, the trees are frequently burned and flamed, by the Gamemakers or not.

The tenth one is Capricorn, a section similar to an enorm farm, with many domestic animals living in this area. The only evil one is an enormous goat, which attacks people with its pointy horns. As its zodiac element is the earth, earthquakes are constant in this section.

The penultimate section is Aquarius, a section almost totally covered with water. There are enormous lakes, and only few isolated islands around. The mutt of this section is a weak man that has a deadly fishing rod. A hook made by him can kill someone easily. Aquarius' zoadic element is air, and it means earthquakes. Earthquakes plus air in a water area results in enormous tsunamis, able to flood the whole arena.

The last area is the Pisces area, a section half covered with low trees and woods and half covered with salt water. The mutts in this area are enormous fishes that jump from the rivers, lakes and from the ocean to attack the people that enter in the section. As the zodiac element is the water, there are tidal waves happening frequently.

Getting Money
These are the few ways to get money before and throughout the Hunger Games:

1. '''Training Score. '''The sponsors will feel free to sponsor your tribute if they receive a good score at the training. Here is the detailed table with the prize of every training score. 2. '''Killing another tribute. '''At each kill done by your tribute, they receive extra $100.

3. '''Reaching a higher placing. '''Reaching top 8 gets you another $100 and top 5 more $200.

Food/Water

 * Loaf of Bread: $50
 * Dried Meat: $60
 * Roast Meat: $100
 * Dried Fruits: $55
 * Fresh Fruits: $90
 * Cookies: $100
 * Soup: $100
 * Bottle of Water: $75
 * Bottle of Milk: $100

Weapons

 * Awl: $50
 * Axe: $100
 * Blowgun: $75
 * Darts (10): $25
 * Dagger: $100
 * Knife: $45
 * Machete: $100
 * Mace: $110
 * Net: $120
 * Bow: $80
 * Arrows (10): $40
 * Rope: $70
 * Sickle: $80
 * Scythe: $80
 * Slingshot: $100
 * Rocks (10): $10
 * Spear: $120
 * Sword: $125
 * Throwing Axes (10): $75
 * Throwing Knives (10): $70
 * Trident: $170
 * Kama: $110

Warmth

 * Jacket: $100
 * Blanket: $80
 * Sleeping Bag: $130
 * Large Coat: $150

Other Items

 * Burn Cream: $110
 * Freeze Spray: $110
 * Camouflage Paints: $120
 * Matches: $60
 * Painkiller: $70
 * Poison: $80
 * Capital Potion (heals any wound): $400

Capitol Reapings - Victorie Pontius' POV
I wake up to the sound of trees hitting the window of my bedroom. I release a quick groan and then I remember myself that I should already be awake to dress myself up. As the trees continue hitting the window making loud noises, I open the curtains and the window for the noises to stop, and then the treebranches invade my bedroom and the birds start to sing their melody as the bright sun shines over me. The white birds continue flying around my window, as I stare at them, flying free. Flying free, totally opposite as I will be in the next two hours.

My eyes wide slowly as I continue looking through the windows to the street where I live. In the house in front of mine, a little girl is already awake eating her breakfast as her father talks to her and her mother is holding a small pink dress and bright shoes. I imagine how her parents are feeling. She knows almost nothing about why she is going to the square, but her parents know why. We rebelled, we fought against the government's power and how they treated us from the poorest regions. And now we pay the price. We are forced to send one boy and one girl to that bloody arena, by their own luck. And now I kinda really don't care, they can fool me, fool me, go on and fool me.

"If I could only imagine..." I whisper to myself as the memories of my mother run through my mind. Her blonde hair shining to the sunlight as we played around the suburbs. It all feels so recent and so long time ago at the same time. If I could only imagine that if I convinced her to do not fight in the rebellion, she would still be with me right now. And we still lost the battle. I wonder why we believed that the districts could take down the Capitol, just easily. They clearly could not.

But now here I am, standing in the front of the window, seeing the streets that I used to run and play around. I have to prepare myself for the reapings. If I am going to be treated as someone inferior to the Capitol, I need to at least show publicly that they are wrong. I need to feel superior.

After dressing a green dress with details in gold, I walk down the stairs and stare at the empty kitchen. Since my mother died, I live all by myself, and I never needed any attention from anyone. I can do everything alone, I don't need anyone.

Before leaving the house, I walk towards the bedroom that used to belong to my mother and I head to her closet. As I open the doors of it, her beautiful dresses shines in front of my eyes and the emotion starts to bring back tears. I wash them off, and palm a pink bracelet that my mother gave to me when I was still a little kid. I wear it out, and then I look myself in the mirror. "I look... superior", I say to myself in the front of the mirror and then I decide to leave home, heading towards the Capitol square.

Just as I leave my home, the bus that the government sent to carry all the kids from the poorest region of the Capitol to the square with security, to make sure that no kid tries to escape. I enter in it, and as we cross through the enormous, technologic streets of the Capitol, I compare them to my region. Why they did not invest on us? The public image is more important than the own inhabitants? Feels like the answer of these question is yes.

When we arrive at the square, I get my finger pricked and I walk towards the area destined to the fifteen-years-old girls. There are only a few kids in here, probably because the Capitol has a lack of citizens, and it becomes even less when it comes to only the poorest region. It makes my odds of being reaped increase a lot.

The escort enters at the stage, wearing a purple hairwig and a shiny pink dress. "Welcome, citizens of the Capitol. My name is Reasa Turiopo, and I am really happy to be here, hosting the reapings for the 299th Hunger Games. It's my first year as an escort, and I feel glad to already start in the Capitol." She announces, and the entire audience boos. It may feel weird for the other districts to see this. Capitol citizens booing the reapings, it does not feel normal.

"Let's begin with the usual: selecting the girl who will represent the Capitol this year!" She shouts in the microphone, and then walks over to the girl's reaping bowl and picks up one slip of paper from that enormous bowl. The tension and the anxiety start to appear, as my hands shake in fear. Fear of being reaped. I can't, I can't.

"Victorie Pontius." She reads. Oh no. Now I have the sure that the destiny does not like me. First they took my father from me while I was still a baby, and then my mother. And now, it is my time. I walk to the stage, head up to show my pride and as I walk up the stage to talk with Reasa, she heads me to the right side of where she was, not at least giving me a chance to express my feelings.

"Now that we have Victorie to be the female representant of the Capitol, we may now select who will be her counterpart!" Reasa shouts once again and walks to the opposite side, up to the boy's bowl. She clears his throat, and reads the paper really slowly.

"Alec Roswell-Seacrest." Out from the crowd, a boy using dark clothes and with red eyes starts to walk towards the stage, and his expression to the cameras is just a simple grin, that looks evilish. As he walks up the stage, Reasa quickly finishes out the reaping with the usual speech.

"Let's give a round of applause to the Capitol tributes for the 299th Hunger Games: Victorie Pontius and Alec Roswell-Seacrest!" Again, the crowd begins to boo her speech and the cameras quickly close out the transmission and the peacekeepers come, escorting us to the train. Ever since my mother died, I hate peacekeepers very much and I would do anything to put a spear in their heart, but I have to keep my pose, well until I reach the arena.

District 0 Reapings - Greyson Darlon's POV
I have been up for hours now, I simply can't sleep. I am here, sitting over my humble mattress, while my sisters lay quiet, sleeping with no worries. They do not have anything to worry about, the oldest one of them is eleven years-old and these new Hunger Games will not affect them directly, as they don't have the age enough to be reaped off. But I have. I am seventeen years-old, and there are slips of paper with my name printed inside that bowl, but in the other hand, this is my penultimate reaping. If I survive through today, I will have only one more year to attend the reapings and after that, I will become illegible to be reaped. All I have to do is survive today.

Staring across the window, I see the snow pouring down and the whole district becomes white again in front of my eyes, but based in the clouds, the snow is about to stop and the sun will shine again. The sun rarely appears here, and the reaping date coincided with the only week in the year that the sun shines bright in District Zero. I sincerely don't know what to expect from the reapings, but I know that one Capitol representant will come to our district and will select it off one boy and one girl who resides here to represent the district in the 299th Hunger Games.

My thoughts are interrupted by one of my sisters waking up and looking at me. She opens a smile. Oh, if she could only know what I am going to face.

"Hi Greyson," she whispers, still waking up slowly. "Why are you already awake?"

"Hi Silver, I had problems sleeping, but don't worry, I am perfectly fine." I say, hugging her. She smiles again and stands up, now waking up my other two sisters. As they wake up like any other ordinary day, I am getting more nervous as the minutes pass by and the reaping approachs. Now I know what the kids in the other districts feel when the reaping day comes. The other two hug me, and then, the three of them head together to my mother's bedroom, to decide the clothes they are going to wear to attend the reapings. Even though our district hates the whole idea of Games, no one wants to be filmed by the Capitol using ordinary clothes. It is quite contraditory considering that only the people we hate - the Capitol citizens - and the other districts' population are going to watch.

I take a simple gray t-shirt and I wear it quickly and then, I walk down the stairs to meet up with my parents that are waiting for me in the living room. They look me and sigh, as they knew what I was feeling. They could try to calm me down and keep talking that I am going to be alright and I am not going to be reaped today, but they know that I will not believe in it. They always knew that I was intelligent enough to find out when they were trying to soft the things down.

I sit at the table and my mother hands me one loaf of bread, and I eat relatively fast. Both my parents try to do not talk much with me, and they try the best to ignore my presence at the table, and I do the same. I just eat the rest of the bread and drink my coffe quickly and then my father calls the whole family to the car, even though my sisters did not even eat breakfast. We are quite late, and as soon as we leave out of here, the better. Anyway, the girls are not going to be reaped and it is sure that they are coming back to home. The same can't be told about my situation.

The car crosses the whole district and I look patiently the fellow people of my district silently walking towards the square with the kids. Their heads are down, just like their hope.

Once we arrive, I jump out of the car quickly and I wave goodbye to my family. The snow stops pouring and I enjoy as the last snowflake slowly falls from the sky, just right at my hand. I head and get my finger pricked, and then I join my friends at the area destined to the boys with seventeen years-old. My friends and I are actually some of the few intelligent kids around the district, and we have the highest IQ levels. I don't really like talking with people less intelligent than I, they are just too dumb to carry out a decent conversation.

Talking in dumb people, the escort quickly steps in the stage, looking at the district totally covered in white. He seems to be combining with the white colouring our district, as he is using white lipstick, eyeliner, gray make-up and black shirt and pants. He clears his threat out before talking up. "Welcome, citizens of the District Zero. It is such a honor to host the first reapings of this district in the history. My name is Hiere Manuera, if you are wondering, and yes, I am the District 0 escort for the 299th Hunger Games."

The whole district gets silent and he awkwardly blinks to the camera. "Well, let's begin selecting the female tribute that will represent the District Zero in the 299th Hunger Games." The district continues silent as Hiere's footsteps become the soundtrack of the reapings. As he takes out slowly a name from the bowl and walks back to the microphone, the girls' area gets tense. One of them is going out to the Games, and will be the first female tribute from the District 0 to be in the Hunger Games.

"Komentia Flores," Hiere reads out and from the crowd, a brown-haired girl emerges, looking down. She does not feel confident about the Games, but I can't judge since I am either. She slowly walks towards the stage, and as she steps in, Hiere grins a bit and then continues with the ceremony.

"Now that we have the prestigied lady who will represent this amazing district, it is time to pick it off the boy who will accompany her." Hiere says and repeats the ritual she did when the girls' time arrived, but now he walks to the opposite side and takes a little longer to pick a name out the bowl.

''It isn't me. It isn't me. It can't be me. ''"Greyson Darlon." Oh no! It can't be happening, no, not with me. What did I do to deserve be the first male tribute from the District 0 sent to the Hunger Games? As I slowly leave out my area and start to walk towards the stage, I take a look at my family, which is gazing at me from the outside. My little sisters burst in tears, as my mother and my father try to do not show any kind of emotion in my front. Maybe they are just trying to don't make me panic.

"Well, great." Hiere says as I walk up the stage. I head to where Komentia is and I extend my hand. She hesitates but ends up shaking hands with me and then Hiere comes, takes our hands and raise them up as he finishes the reaping. "Let's give a round of applause to the District 0 tributes, Komentia Flores and Greyson Darlon."

Once again, the district is totally silent.

District 1 Reapings - Brenna Placidia's POV
I just woke up and I already feel that today will be one of those days that will mark my history, my crazy and conturbed history. Today I will attend a reaping for a Hunger Game for the first time, since I just recently turned twelve years-old. For some reason, it feels weird to stop and think that I have only twelve years. A lot of things happened during my life, and it all seems so long ago, well not too long.

It all started in the beginnings of my miserable life, when my biological family abandoned me due to the fact that could not even feed themselves. But I was lucky, very very lucky. A careful man that I still prefer to call Mr. Savior saved me from starving and actually gave me a house, clothes to wear and a basic education. He was pretty wealthy, so as generous as he was, he helped me to recover from my diphtheria problem. And it all happened before I could even turn five years old. When I actually turned five, Mr. Savior did his usual travel to the Capitol and unfornately never came back. He worked with the Hunger Games, and was presumably poisoned during the process of one of these.

Well, the rest of my history is calmer than the beginning, but it is still chaotic. After Mr. Savior's death, the babysitter who took care of me, Ms. Rosita, adopted me. She was the most incredible woman I have ever met, she always had a smile on her face and was always happy, I used to admire it later. Badly for her, her brother was reaped for the Hunger Games and ended up dying in the process. And after that, she killed herself, leaving me all alone. I spent the three following years in an orphanage, seeing my friends gradually being adopted while I was still there, as a poor orphan. But then, my luck finally appeared. A fifteen years old called Monica adopted me.

And now, here I am. In Monica's house, most exactly at my bedroom, staring at the cold mirror as my entire life runs through my reflex. I am wearing the dark blue dress that used to belong to her and some golden shoes that she bought specially for the reaping day. The good point of living in District 1 is the fact that if you don't want to go to the Games, you are going to the reaping simply to watch, since every year the volunteers emerge out to take your place, in case you get picked off. And this is my case, I don't really feel like I'm going anytime to the Hunger Games, they don't call my attention. They can offer me lux and fame, but it does not attract me. And anyway, what are the chances of my name be printed in the selected paper? I am one name among a thousand of them.

I take a last look at myself in the mirror, and then I get down the stairs to arrive at the eating room, where Monica has already prepared a quick breakfast. Her parents - and my grandparents actually - are still sleeping, and she decided to do not wake them up before we arrive from the reaping square, since she wants them to rest.

"Ready?" She asks me while I am almost finishing up my breakfast.

"To what?" I say, taking a bite in the bread. I obviously know the reason of the question, but let's see how she reacts.

"The reapings, don't be a fool. I know you know enough about the reapings, don't try to play me." She replies, standing up. I finish my breakfast and we decide to leave right now. We enter in her parents' car and we head towards the square.

Once we get there, Monica quickly leaves the car and opens my door so I can exit it. I take a look around at the square. The last time I have been here was a long time ago, when Ms. Rosita used to bring me here to play underneath the trees and do some picnic. Good times. My thoughts are stopped by Monica, who pushes me to get my finger pricked and then I enter the square. Monica gets in her knee and starts to talk a little with me.

"See, you are going to the twelve-years old girls area, and just stay quiet. The reaping should roll quickly," she whispers to me in my ear and then hugs me.

"What about you?" I ask.

"I am probably going to be fine." She says just as two peacekeepers come separating us and I am forced to stay with the other young girls. I can barely see anything from where I am, but what I can clearly see is a tall woman stepping in the stage with a purple hat and bright neon clothes. Her neon pink eyes and lips are making my eyes hurt.

"Welcome, citizens of the District 1. As you know, your old escort has been replaced by someone, and that someone is me, Yvea Liopea. As my first year as an escort, I feel pretty glad to know that I am going to represent District 1." She says and the whole district bursts in applauses and screams.

"As usual, we shall select the female tribute first, right?" She continues and the crowd screams once more. She happily crosses the stage and takes out a name from the reaping bowl. Yvea comes back to her microphone, clears her throat out and starts pronouncing the name of the girl.

It is not me. What are the chances of it being me? "I am just one name among a thousand", I remember to myself. The odds are all in my favour. I can't be reaped.

"Monica Placidia," Yvea quickly says and out of the sudden, I paralyze. My mouth wants to say something, and it just flows by itself out of my throat.

"I volunteer!" I scream, along with two other girls. Monica looks behind as she hears my voice, and she nods negatively to me, probably saying to me to give up in the idea. Yvea, obviously, selects me to take Monica's place and I proudly walk out of my section and cross the square, walking towards the stage. In the path, Monica stops by me and tries to make me change my mind, but I am decided. I am going in her place, and there is nothing that someone can do to change a decision of mine.

Once I step into the stage, the escort waves to me and asks my name. I reply it on the microphone and he does one more question.

"Are you Monica's sister to volunteer in her place this way?" As Yvea's words let out, I look back to the crowd and see Monica crying. I can't fail at her now. This is what both her and Mr. Savior would want from me. Look like a warrior and win these Games, even being only a twelve years-old girl.

"No," I say, controlling my throat. "She is my mother."

As the panic and the surprise in the crowd is instant, Yvea tries to change the subject and already announces that she is going to select out the male representant of the District 1. As expected, a bunch of guys volunteer to take the place, and Yvea slowly selects the best one. She points out a dark-haired boy that looks serious, and he walks up pretty confident towards the stage. As he steps in, he surprisingly greets me and heads for the microphone.

"My name is Drayden Hax, and I volunteer to take the crown back to its home, District 1." He says, and his confidence surprises even myself. Easily, Yvea finishes the reaping and Drayden and I are escorted like two prisoners towards the Justice Building.

Am I going to have the same fate as Savior and Rosita?