User blog:Fahlcan/The 98th Hunger Games

In an alternate universe, Katniss and Peeta were killed in the 74th Hunger Games, along with many of the other rebellious tributes. The winner of the games was Clove, who killed Thresh in a thrilling finale event. Without Katniss and Peeta defying the game makers with their suicide stunt, there was no rebellion, and as such, the tradition of the Hunger Games continued. It is the 98th year of it, and as usual the Capitol wants to see some action.

Rules
1: Only 24 tributes.

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

4: No toxic comments.

5: huehuehue i skipped rule 3.

6: I don't do reservations, so stop procrastinating and just fill out the form.

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

8: 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.

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
Bold is leader, Italics is co leader,  crossed out is dead.

Careers: Astoria Minerva (1F), Kris Jones (1M), Zoya Wilson (2F), Lance Charette (2M), Maya Martin (4F), Vincent Mann (4M)

Anti-Careers: Rebekah Turner (6F), Alec Hunter (6M), Natalie Brennan (10F)

Base Alliance 1:

Base Alliance 2:

Base Alliance 3:

Base Alliance 4:

Loners: Tribute Boy (3M), Tribute Girl (3F), Tribute Girl (5F), Ghiaccio Ghirga (7M), Robin Mangrove (7F), Tribute Boy (8M), Tribute Girl (8F), Tribute Boy (9M), Tribute Girl (9F), Tribute Boy (10M), Tribute Boy (11M), Tribute Girl (11F), Tribute Boy (12M), Tribute Girl (12F)

Undecided: Zane Onyebuchi (5M)

Lance Charette, District 2 Boy
Here in District 2, reaping day was like a holiday. Everyone loved it. It was like christmas morning to some, instead of kids getting presents under their trees it was two lucky boys and girls going to fight in an arena for a chance at becoming the next District 2 super star.

I had quelled many riots in many districts over trivial things like the Hunger Games. The whole idea of the games wasn't something I took to heart that much. Sure, it did bring good income for District 2 when their tributes came out of the games every 7 or so years and brought attention to the district.

But I didn't like the fact that it was so glorified. Usually us career districts, the people in 1, 2, and 4, got their winner. Rarely did any other outsider districts win, especially 10, 11, and 12. When kids had been training since they could walk in the career districts it didn't give the others a chance to get that same skill in 3 days.

But like most peacekeepers, I'm told to keep my opinion to myself. Wouldn't want to anger that nutjob preisdent. But I was still 18, so this would be my final reaping. Then after that who knows how long I'd be in the force.

My fancy shoes clack against the stone streets, as the sun reflects off their shined exterior. I wanted nothing to do with these games. But as I arrived to the crowded square, I eased up. This was the last time I would ever have to deal with this stupid reaping mess.

"Hello there, the district of champions!" says a man in a white suit with a flame patterned tie. The district does a roar, signifying there approval of the games that were abotu to begin. "I hope you are ready to choose the cream of the crop! I am ready to pick two winners..."

I zoned out and really didn't care the big speech. Some meathead would volunteer anyway, I really didn't need to do much other than stand and look. Then it hit me... I did have a reason for showing up to this reaping. My wife and kid. I can't believe I nearly let them slip from my mind. Money was thin and now I was beginning to panic.

I step out of my zone and just shout for volunteering. "Well son, you don't look like much of a lady to me." says the escort as the crowd laughs. I forgot they did the ladies first. I didn't care, as I go up to the stage anyway. "I'm here and not the whole force of this district will move me."

The escort gives me a wide eyed stare, as my stature casts a shadow on his short frame. This intimidation tactic causes him to not argue, to the dissapointment of the other boy tributes. "Settle down now! Now, I will pick an actual female tribute. Unless of course..."

As if on cue, a bunch of girls race to the stage. A dark skinned girl gets their first, kicking down another girl to claim her spot as a volunteer. Great, my district partner was one of those sort, the over eager career tribute. Not very often did they win, but what did I know?

It's not like I've killed before.