User blog:Nlby001/The Monster Games

The time has come.

Tributes killing each other isn't fun anymore, so the Capitol has come up with something new...

Here are

The Monster Games!

Introduction
Hi everyone. I've been a member of this Wiki for a while now, and it's time for me to create one of these Games myself. First off, I'm sorry if anyone's come up with my idea before. I haven't been here for so long, and I can't exactly look through all blogs of the Wiki to see if my idea's already been used. These Games will be pretty ordinary - one winner, and Districts 1-13. There will however be one (or maybe more) twist(s).

Rules

 * Be nice, don't swear, etc.
 * Up to 5 Tributes per person, however they can't all be of the same gender (so if you only submit 2 Tributes, they have to be one male and one female).
 * You can reserve up to 2 spots. Reservations last for 3 days.
 * No anons!
 * Be sure to use interesting Tributes, as they will have a greater chance of winning.
 * I will randomize most things, like if a Tribute dies or not, but the odds of surviving will be greater if the Tribute is interesting, if you send advice, etc.
 * Don't be mad if your Tribute dies, only one can win!
 * Read the Tribute template carefully, since the major twist will be included there.
 * Don't spam to get the 100th comment or something like that. It won't do anything for you, except killing your Tribute.
 * Remember to send your Tributes advice!
 * Good luck, and have fun!

Tribute Template
Name: (Very needed)

Age: (12-18)

Gender: (Female or male)

District: (1-13)

Height: (Part of appearance, but an own category here)

Appearance: (May be lunaii)

Personality: (This is important)

Backstory: (This might give your Tribute much greater odds in the Games)

Strengths: (Kind of needed)

Weaknesses: (Just like strengths)

Fears: (All Tributes fear something... what do your Tribute fear?)

Weapon: (You only need to list one, though you can list more if you want to)

Token: (This is the twist! All Tributes this year will have their tokens removed and replaced. Instead of the original tokens, all Tributes will wear pins with letters on them. Each letter can only be chosen once, and the letter you choose will have a great impact on the Games)

Alliance: (E.g loners, Careers, etc)

Interview Angle: (Optional)

Training Strategy: (Optional, you will have a chance to post these later on as well)

Bloodbath Strategy: (Optional and like above, you'll have another chance to post these later)

Games Strategy: (Optional, but will increase chance of survival)

Twist
The twist this year is that all Tributes will get a pin with a letter on it. These pins will have a great impact on the Games. The Tributes can't remove their own pins, and if a Tribute loses all their pins they will die. When a Tribute dies, the pin is still active. The killer or anybody else can pick up the pin, thus having more than one pin. The winner of these Games will be the Tribute collecting all pins. The pins, and especially the letters on them, also have another function, that will be revealed later.

Alliances
Careers: Kitty Mew, Nami Njord, Billy Davis

Anti-Careers: Steel Elegy, Leela Johnson

Rose siblings: August Rose, Spring Rose

6 Alliance: Hazel Michel, Duo Kily

10 + 5 Alliance: Eli Winersin, Eliza Herader, Johnathan Mikeal

Mathilda Siblings: Ikaika Mathilda, Maala Mathilda

Loners: Amaya Selene, Cynthia Elfrich, Clara Crescent

Sponsors
Some might call this a twist, but I don't think it is. Sponsor money will only be awarded to the Tributes with a 12 in Training Score, and to the final 13. This is because you must show yourself worthy to get sponsor money.

Last night of the Games
I am running. That beast is right behind me, and soon I'll be caught. I can't be caught now though, there's only 5 Tributes left and I'm about to win this. I almost have the win in my hands, I just have to survive a little longer. The night is dark, and I can barely see where I'm running. I just know I have to reach the Cornucopia, there I'll be safe! Suddenly I see it! It's there, only some meters away from me! I put my last energy in a jump, but it's too late. The beast grabs me mid-air, and as it takes my pins I feel my life leave me. I let out one last sigh, before I die.

BOOM!

District 1 - Citizen Shiny Sparkles' POV
The day of the reapings is here. As I get up from my bed I slowly start to think about it. I only have one year left before I will volunteer. It's a bit exciting and frightening at the same time. I know I won't go this year, but seeing the excitement of somebody that volunteers is so amazing! I get dressed before going to the kitchen to eat. I have to be at my best today. After all, it's the last reaping where I can get home afterwards.

The District square is really an impressive sight. As I walk up to the peacekeepers my eyes can't stop looking around at the beauty of District 1. The buildings and people are all just so great and amazing. "The winner of this years' Hunger Games is standing in this crowd", I think. "Hopefully". Last years' Tributes were a shame to the District. One of them was killed in the bloodbath by some kid from 10, and the other one joined the Anti-Careers. Luckily she only survived to day 3. The peacekeepers are now done with me, and I get in line. All the other girls beside me look just as excited as I am. After all, the reaping day is among the best days of the year. After another 10 minutes the escort finally enters the stage.

"Hello District 1!", she says. "Welcome to another great reaping day! I know District 1 didn't do too well last year, but I have a feeling that the winner this year will be from here!" The crowd cheers as she speaks. I'm one of the ones cheering the loudest. Our escort is just so great at cheering us up. "So, let's see who's the lucky girl to compete this year. Her hand goes into the glass ball and she picks up a piece of paper. "Kitty Mew!" I start to look around. Why is nobody volunteering? Suddenly a girl comes out from the group of 12-year-olds. She's wierd in some ways. Her ears are similar to those of a cat, and is that a tail? The girl slowly walks up to the stage, as the escort says: "So, do we have any volunteers?" It's quiet. "Nobody? Oh my..." The girl is taken up to the stage. "So, we have Kitty Mew here as the female of this year! Now let's go to the boys!" Her hand takes a piece of paper from the second ball as well. "Joshua Woodart!" A boy from the 16-year-olds steps forward. Both him and I wait for somebody to volunteer, but not a sound is heard. What is wrong with the District today? The boy is relativly short for being 16, and Kitty that was reaped earlier is only 12! Does everyone want history to reapeat itself? Joshua walks up to the stage. "So, here are the Tributes of District 1 this year! Give them some applauds!" The District is uncommonly quiet, and only some boys in the 17-year-olds section are cheering for Kitty and Joshua. "Oh well, whatever. Shake hands now, you two!" The Tributes shake hands and walk away. I'm a bit disappointed this year again, but who knows, they might actually win. If not, I'll become greater when I compete next year.

District 2 - Irelia Frostfang's POV
I wake up. It's dark. My eyes look around in the sewers, and I get up. It's full activity down here as usually, and people are already asking me if I have something to give them. "Not today, sorry...", I answer them all. Ever since my parents were killed I've been living down here. I go up to the surface occasionally to steal things, but I often give much away to the people down here needing it more than me. That's made me popular, but I don't care, I just want everyone to be able to have a somewhat good life. As I walk through the sewers I start to think of what kind of day this is. It's reaping day. I'm only 16, but I probably have my name in that ball the most times because I take tesserae to help the people down here. I've now reached the way up to the ground above and I start climbing.

The climb up is not hard at all. After almost no time at all I'm up. I'm in a small alley between two buildings, and nobody's seen me come up. I walk out of the alley and enter the main street. There's people moving everywhere, most are dressed up for this special occasion. People wrinkle their noses as I walk past them. I'm not exactly fitting in the crowd. I don't really care though, I just want this day to be over, so that I can stop worrying about getting caught. I've now reached the square, with peacekeepers standing everywhere. I walk past them and try to stay calm. They don't know who I am. Or do they?

After the peacekeepers were finished with me I got in line. The other 16-year-olds keep their distance, and it's almost like everybody's pointing me out. Suddenly the escort comes up though and everybody becomes quiet. "Hi there District 2! You know what today is, right? Today is the... reaping day!" The crowd starts cheering and Frodic, the escort, just makes them happier. "You all know the story, so now let's pick a lucky female!" His hand picks up a name from the glass ball. "Irelia... Frostfang!" Oh no. That's my name. I see peacekeepers everywhere start looking for me and I just wait for somebody to volunteer, but nothing's happening. After a minute I step forward, and start running up to the stage. Peacekeepers follow me, but I reach the stage just in time. "I got reaped! Didn't you hear him? I'm reaped and nobody's volunteering, that means you can't get me!" The peacekeepers get angry faces but most just go back to their spots. One peacekeeper walks up to me though, and whispers in my ear: "You're lucky now little rebel, but soon you'll be doomed. If you somehow manage to survive the Games, I'm going to personally execute you. The name's Marshbanks, if you hadn't guessed that already." The man walks away as the escort picks another name, this time the name of a male. "Julius... Heirlock!" A young boy starts walking out from the 13-year-old section. He looks so small, I don't know how he will be able to survive this. Suddenly though, somebody screams out: "I volunteer!" An 18-year-old walks up to the stage. "Ah, a volunteer. Now this is what I'm talking about. Am I right District 2?" The crowd cheers louder. "So, what's your name?" "Darius Asterin." "Great! Let's give it up for this years' Tributes from District 2: Irelia Frostfang and Darius Asterin!" The crowd cheers even louder, if that's even possible, as Darius and I shake hands. The Games are now in front of us, and Darius and I walk away, towards the Games of our lives...

District 3 - Gamemaker Scorpius Scalamon's POV
Finally! I have been waiting so long for this day to come! Last years' gamemaker Draco Raugher had the Games become really boring, and therefor he was executed. The Capitol came up with a competition, where the person with the best idea for next years' Hunger Games would be the gamemaker. I won, and ever since then I have longed for the Games to start. Now that they're here, I can't wait to see the Tributes that are going to compete in my beautiful creation! The ones from 1 didn't look so great, and from 2 I only got impressed by the male. It's always nice to see someone volunteer, even though it seemed like he wasn't as eager as most Careers. Nevermind about that now though, I just hope the ones from 4 will be real Careers. It's not time for them yet though, right now it's District 3 on the chopping block!

On the screen I can see the square of District 3. It's very small, which isn't wierd with all the buildings in 3. It's as, if not even more, advanced as the Capitol, and most of the Tributes from 3 know a lot about technology. All the people have now gathered, and the escort Nina Gallaba enters the stage. Nina's been the escort for over 30 years now, and even when I watched the Games as a child she was there. Personally, I think it's good to have an escort people know of, even though most people think she's too old to still be the escort. When I talked to the escorts pre-Games, Nina was the most outstanding one to me, together with District 7's escort Conrad Scrubble. They were outstanding because of completely different reasons though. Nina was the only one who showed some personality and seriousness, while Conrad mostly drank and talked about how he hates his job. I still don't know how he could be made an escort.

After some welcoming words, Nina starts with the serious talk. "As you know, we're here today to pick two Tributes to compete in this years' Hunger Games. They will most likely not make it, but we've seen before how brains can win over brawn. Anyway, let's start with the female Tribute as usual." Her hand goes into the ball and she picks up a name. "Clara Crescent!" A girl from the 16-year-olds starts walking up to the stage. Nobody reacts except for a couple of teenagers, so her family is probably dying. "So Clara, what do you think you're advantage is, compared to the other Tributes?" "Probably my knowledge about the Games in general. Ever since I was a child, I've studied and learned about the Games, comparing traps and arenas and seeing how technology has evolved. It's all so interesting, I..." "Thanks for that Clara, but if I let you continue we might not be finished with the reapings when the Games are about to start. Now, over to the boys." Nina's hand enters the second ball, and once again a name is chosen. "Puppet Marionette!" A very pale boy comes forward from the 14-year-olds, and his appearance sure is fitting for his name. "So Puppet, who will miss you the most if you die?" "Nobody, my whole family is dead..." "Oh... Anyway, I think both Clara and Puppet deserve an applaud." As usually, not many people cheer for the children that most likely are going to die. The Tributes shake hands, and as they walk away the scenary changes. District 3 provided some decent Tributes, but now it's time for my favourite District - District 4. I lean back as the reaping starts, hopefully providing some good Careers...

District 4 - Escort Noah Dragomir's POV
And so, it's reaping day. I'm sitting in a train on my way to District 4, where I'm going to choose the Tributes for this years' Hunger Games. Or well, if nobody volunteers that is. Usually I don't even have to read the names on the papers I pick up. People here can't wait for the Hunger Games usually, even though it's not as intense as in 1 and 2. That's why I like being the escort for 4 - the reaping is always a joyful event, but it's not a fire of cheering voices. Last year was a good year for District 4. They had the winner, Scalmer Dawkins, one of the two Career Tributes that survived the bloodbath. He made the District proud, so this year it will be easier to keep the atmosphere on top. After all, this is my last year as escort and I want it to be a good one.

The train slows down and through the window I can see that we've entered District 4. The District is famous for it's fishing industry, and you can see that as soon as you come here. Everywhere you look you see boats, fishermen and nets. The ocean is surrounding the District almost completely, and not much of it is on the ground. I step out of the train and walk away against the square. Peacekeepers are following me, to prevent something happening. Not that anything ever happens though. When I've reached the square I go to a small building behind the stage. There I prepare for what's going to happen. Not that I need it though, I'm pretty experienced. I've been an escort for 20 years now, and 17 of those years I've been in 4. I sit down and go through everything in my head once again, waiting for the square to be filled.

Finally! Everyone's entered the square and I'm ready to go. As I walk out of the building and up on the stage I hear cheering from the crowd. I'm quite popular, if I can say it myself, and it's going to be hard leaving this beloved District. "Hello District 4!" I say. "You all know the story, and if you don't know, I can tell you that it's true - I am retiring next year." The crowd becomes a bit sad. Atleast they pretend to be. "But don't worry about that now, I've had some great years here, and even though I'll miss you all, I'm sure that next years' escort will be just as good, if not better than, me. Now is not next year though, and I think we should get this reaping started, don't you agree?" The crowd lets out sounds that show that they agree. "As usual, let's start with the girls!" I put my hand in the glass ball and pick up a name, then I prepare to read it out loud. "D..." I get interrupted by a girl screaming from the 16-year-olds. "I volunteer!" She's already up on the stage and I start talking to her. "Wow, you seem eager to compete." "Yeah, the Hunger Games are just awesome!" This is the only volunteer except the male from 2 so far, and I actually think she has a decent chance to win this thing. "Great that you think so! Now, what's your name?" "Nami. Nami Njord." "Well then Nami, you're the female Tribute of District 4 this year! Now, let's see who becomes the lucky boy to compete against Nami."

I move my hand to the other glass ball and pick up a name from there as well. This time they let read the name atleast. "Billy Davis!" A tall and skinny boy walks out from the 16-year-old section. He stops and waits for somebody to volunteer but not a sound is heard. Then suddenly the two so common words are heard. "I volunteer!" A child that looks like he's 8 screams out the words. Billy however, doesn't react too much, but just walks up to the stage. Seems like there won't be any more volunteers these Hunger Games. "So Billy, you got reaped. How do you feel about nobody volunteering?" "Nobody volunteered? I definitely heard something. You might want to test your ears Noah." The crowd giggles. "Looks like you got me Billy. Anyway, give it up for Nami Njord and Billy Davis, this years' Tributes for the Hunger Games! Now, shake hands you two." The crowd starts cheering, and after Billy and Nami shoke hands they walk away. "That's it for me District 4! We'll probably never meet again, but who knows what destiny has planned? I want to thank you for the years we've had together, but now it's time for me to go!" The crowd cheers and claps their hands as I follow Billy and Nami. It's almost over now, only the Games are left. The Tributes might have a chance to win, and who knows? Maybe I'll end my career with a last victor. I begin walking back to the train, leaving District 4 forever.

District 5 - Citizen Duncan Halloway's POV
It's here again. Reaping day. One more poor child to be brutally slaughtered while people are betting on others' survival. I still can't believe how this happened to the world. We should help, not kill, each other. Then we could create a world where we all could live in peace. I guess greed and evil never leaves the world though, it's a deity that controls us together with goodness and thoughtfulness. The balance between them is just off right now, and I really hope it comes back. Because we still have one thing, and that thing is hope. Teenagers hope they will win the Hunger Games if they're reaped, everybody hopes that the cruelty that runs this world one day will be over. As long as we have hope, we're strong. And together we're stronger than any alone President, if we just realise that we might actually win, and break free.

As it's reaping day today, I don't have to go work. That's the only bright thing about this dark day. As I leave the house together with my two children and my wife, I start to think about what would happen if my children were reaped. One of them is 10, so he can't be reaped yet, but in two years I'll fear for him every reaping day. My daughter's only 7, so it'll take a while for her to have a chance at being reaped too, but when that happens I'll have two children to worry for. If one of them's not dead or a winner that is. We continue the walk through the city. District 5 is basically only power plants and houses, which makes the air here pretty dirty. I've worked in a power plant for almost whole my life, and now I'm the boss of it. It's probably because of my hard work and knowledge. My position has helped my family a lot, and we've never had to worry about money.

After reaching the square and getting in line, the reapings begin. Our escort Holly Mahogny enters the stage. "Hello District 5!" The crowd is silent, as usual. "You all know the story, and as usual two Tributes are going to get reaped. I know that it didn't go too well for this District last year, but don't despair. Everything can happen." District 5's Tributes both died early in the Games, like usual, but sometimes we do have a victor. It's only happened once during my lifetime though. Holly continues talking. "So, let's start with the females as usual? I think we should." Her hand enters the first glass ball and a name is chosen. "Lucinda Irongate!" A small figure from the 13-year-olds enters the stage. Her brown hair flows in the wind, and she does look scared. Unfortunately I don't think she'll survive. It's always sad seeing young children get reaped.

"There we have our first Tribute! Now over to the males!" Holly's hand enters the second glass ball. "Stewart...!" "I volunteer!" What? A volunteer? That's rare, during my life I've only seen 3 volunteers from District 5. One of them volunteered for me. He was killed first of all, and today I still haven't overcome his death. The volunteer this year comes out of the 17-year-old section. He is tall, taller than most, and his black hair lies steady on his head as he enters the stage. "A volunteer! That's so great! You're my first volunteer ever, do you know that? I'm so happy, this is awesome!" You can tell that our escort is a young woman, she's only 20, and this is her second year as escort. If she was more experienced she'd never talk like this. The Tributes shake hands, he has to lean forward to be able to reach her hand. This might be the year for District 5 after all. Even though I don't think she'll be too great, he might actually have a chance. He did volunteer, and even though I think that's stupid, he might know what he's doing. The Tributes walk away, and so do I, but I'm together with my family. I just hope I'll never see my children walk away like that, to their expected deaths. Because if they were to, my life would never be the same again afterwards.

District 6 - Duo Kily's POV
I wake up. Today is the day of the reapings, and I would be lying if I said I weren't scared. My sister died in the Games two years ago, and it was horrible. She came third, by fighting until the end. The other two Tributes remaining decided to kill her off before fighting one vs one, since she was the biggest threat. Together they were too strong for her. Both my parents and I became devastated when she died, although my dad seemed to come over it very quickly. The real bottom was reached one month later, when my mother died. She was run over by a train while walking on the tracks. She shouldn't have done that, but it was my dad's birthday and I guess she wanted to come home quickly. Especially affected I became, since me and my dad hate each other and never talk. He's just mean to me, and him being a peacekeeper doesn't make things better.

I walk into the kitchen to get something to eat. My dad isn't home, since he at reaping day needs to prepare things early. After I've eaten, I hear someone knocking on my door. It's my best friend, Hazel. "Hazel!" "Duo..." We just stare at each other for some seconds. She's so amazing, I just love being with her. One day I'm going to tell her about my true feelings, and I hope she feels the same for me. "Duo, we really need to go to the square now!" Right, it's reaping day... For the first time ever I have a chance to get reaped, but I won't get chosen probably, there are so many people older than me in there, with their names entered many more times. I won't be chosen, I won't...

District 6's square is among the smallest ones. It lies just beside the main train station, and is surrounded by houses. Usually there's full activity here, but now people stand gathered for the Hunger Games. Hazel and I walk up to the peacekeepers. We have to split, and I look at her as I get in line. I don't like being this far away from her, but we'll meet again soon enough. Our escort enters the stage. "Hello District 6! I know you might be scared to get reaped, but just think positive thoughts and it'll all be over fast. Now, you know what we're going to do. Pick two names. Let's start with the girls." Her hand goes into the glass ball. It choses a name, curses a person forever. "Hazel Michel!" "No!" I barely notice myself screaming. Hazel moves forward a little, I guess she's in shock still. A peacekeeper grabs her arm and drags her up to the stage. He is really rough against her, and I can see that she's hurt. Then I get angry, as I see that my dad is the peacekeeper.

"Now let's choose a boy name!" The escort doesn't get a chance to say anything more though. I run against my dad, and attack him with my bare hands. He pushes me away and tells me that I'll be lucky if I'm still alive when I get home. Meanwhile the escort has chosen a boy name. She never gets the chance to read it though, because my voice sounds first. "I volunteer!" My dad gets a shocked face, but after a second he realises what I just did. He walks towards me, filled with anger, but another peacekeeper stops him before he reaches me. I walk up to the stage, where our escort and Hazel stand. "What's your name?" "Duo. Not single, as I'm here with my friend. But Duo, Duo Kily." "Then here we have our Tributes of District 6 this year - Hazel Michel and Duo Kily!" The escort tells us to shake hands, but Hazel and I go further, and hug each other. We walk away from the stage as some in the crowd clap their hands. I know that Hazel can do this with my help, she can win, but I know another thing is going to happen without a doubt, and I've even started to accept it. I am going to die.

District 7 - Stylist Helen Fritt's POV
The day is here! Today I will get to know which Tribute I will style, and I couldn't be more excited! This my the third year as a stylist, and this year I'll have District 7! I've progressed pretty fast during my time as a stylist, faster than the most. My first year, I had District 11. I had just finished my designing school that I'd gone to for five years, and was filled with ideas. The year after that I got District 10. I had a huge success, and the audience just loved my outfits! It's a shame the Tributes didn't do so good in the Games though. While District 7 may not be as good as 4 or 2, it's still a lot better than 10. If I'm lucky these Games, I might get promoted again!

The reaping is about to start now, so I better go check it out! The camera shows us District 7, a large District consisting of mostly trees. The square is barely seperated from everything else, and you can only see where it is because of all the people standing there, waiting. I look through the children standing there. I'll be styling one of these poor souls, but which one? I'll get to know very soon, because the escort now enters the stage. His name is Conrad Scrubble, and he's probably the worst escort I've ever seen. During the pre-Games meetings, Conrad drank more than enough to cover for everyone in the room. He then talked about how horrible it was being an escort, and how his biggest dream was to get fired. How he's managed to become an escort is unknown, and how he's managed to keep the job is an even greater mystery.

Conrad starts talking, and to be honest he does look a bit drunk now as well. "Good day District 6!", he says. "Does anyone remember what we're here do to today?" People think he's joking, but after a half minute of silence somebody says: "We're going to choose the Tributes for this year's Hunger Games, right? And we're District 7, not 6..." "Yes, that's right! Thanks for reminding me!" He stumbles a bit on the stage, as he walks against the glass balls. "Now, let's choose a name!" For the first time today he is right. His hand finds the opening after a couple of failed attempts, and he picks up a name. "Ejol... Eynl... Can somebody help me over here?" This has to be a joke. He's too drunk to read the name on the note! A peacekeeper walks up to him and whispers something in his ear. "Thanks SO much! The name is Cynthia Elfrich!"

I try to get a good look at the girl, because she's the one I'll be styling. Cynthia walks out of the 16-year-old section. Her brown hair rests on her head, and her green eyes look confident. Once she's entered the stage, Conrad starts talking to her. "So Cynthia, please tell me, do you have many elves at home?" "No, why would I have?" "Because you're elf rich! Rich on elves! Hahaha!" Conrad can't seem to stop laughing, but after a minute he's calmed down. "Whew, that was fun! Now, here's your Tributes this year! Cynthia Elfrich... Hahahahaha... Elfrich..." "Don't we need a male as well? And you really need to stop laughing at my name, it's really annoying and offending to me."

Cynthia seem to have snapped Conrad out of his laughing. "Yes, another name!" His hand enters the second glass ball. "And the name is...!" Conrad falls together at the stage. He seems to be passed out. The peacekeeper from before walks up to him and takes the note out of his hand. "Akumai Kubaya!" A boy walks out of the 17-year-olds. He looks a bit insane, and I'm glad I won't be styling him. "Here are the Tributes of District 7 this year: Akumai Kubaya and Cynthia Elfrich!" "Actually, I like to be called Tenshin. It's from a group of video recorders I am in." Wow! The Tatsumaki Crew were huge in the Capitol! They posted an offending video a while ago though, and I thought they all were in prison. Apparently I was wrong! Tenshin and Cynthia shake hands, before walking away from the stage. Conrad is put on a board, and carried away. I look forward to meeting the Tributes. Cynthia seems great and easy to style! Maybe I'll also get to know how Tenshin avoided capture... The camera switches to District 8, but I don't care so much about them. I just think about how Cynthia and I will do great this year, and that's the important thing!

District 8 - Escort Ypsillon Wright's POV
I sit in the train. The landscape outside me flashes by, making the train appear as fast. And fast it is, rushing forward like a Career at the bloodbath. I truly hate the Hunger Games. I've never seen the good of it, even though I do see why it happens every year. When the second rebellion finally stopped the Hunger Games, they never realized something: evil can not be stopped. After 20 years of peace it happened. President Snow's last followers went on a killing spree. They killed most of the old victors and high ranked people, bringing the country to chaos. Nobody could fight back against them when they took control once again. The surviving victors, Johanna from 7 and Beetee from 3, were captured and was put in a rebuilt arena together with some high ranked people that had survived, including the president Paylor. They all were told to fight each other until only one survived, like in the old Hunger Games.

At first everybody refused, but after 2 days of hunger an old general couldn't take it anymore. He strangled Beetee to death, and got rewarded with food and water. When the other people saw that, many of them started killing as well. After 4 days, only 5 people remained, including Johanna and the by then crazy general. The general killed 2 more people, before finally being put to rest by Johanna. The finale was between Johanna and an unknown man. Johanna fought with an axe she had found and it looked like she was going to win, since the man was all beaten up while she only had recieved a bite from him. That's when the hope disappeared from peoples' hearts. Johanna suddenly froze, before falling down on the ground. The man, who was laying on the ground in front of her, barely reacted before falling down as well. Now that the people had seen all their leaders disappear, they were doomed. The Hunger Games were reinstated, and after 60 years everything was back to the time before the second rebellion.

The train stops, and I walk out of it. District 8 is a boring District, having mostly factories and living houses. I can however see the famous Clock Tower, which is sky-high. After some walking I've reached the square of District 8. I walk up to the stage and start speaking. "Hello District 8! Today we are going to choose two brave Tributes to represent us in this years' Hunger Games! Let's start with the females!" I just want to do it as fast as possible, it's horrible enough without making it longer. I put my hand in the first glass ball. "Ann..." "I volunteer!" A girl steps forward. She's 17, and you notice her easily. She's very tall, taller than most other girls. Her hair is black and white, fitting her clothes which are all black.

She's up on the stage, and I pick the next name from the other glass ball. "Connor Smitherson!" A boy steps out from the 14-year-olds. He walks up to the stage, looking down like he's afraid. "Here they are, Connor Smitherson and... what was your name again?" Great. I forgot to ask for her name in my wish to speed things up. This will not look good. "Amaya Selene." "Thanks! Now, here are they, Connor Smitherson and Amaya Selene, the Tributes of District 8 in this years' Hunger Games! Shake hands now, you two." Both Amaya and Connor look a bit shy, they match each other a bit actually. They shake hands, and then I follow them out. I always try to help the Tributes as much as I can, but they seem hard to reach this year. That might be a good thing though. Maybe they won't have to suffer anymore soon, unlike the rest of us...

District 9
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District 10 - Eliza Herader's POV
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District 11
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District 12 - Escort Folik Griduk's POV
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District 13
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