User blog:WiressFan21/200th Hunger Games with a Twist

Welcome! Welcome! I'm proud to announce that this year, there will be a GIGANTIC quarter quell. Now, what is this you ask? Well, it's going to, let's just say, be a secret. The only twist that'll tell you is that there will be 5 times as many tributes as previous years. 5 males, 5 female. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Rules/Template/Things You Should Know
1. These Games don't rely on random.org unless if I'm in love with the living tributes that I can't decide who I want to die. However, this doesn't normally happen.

2. With 10 tributes each district, you may have 10 tributes. This number may increase if I feel necessary, but currently, they're at 10.

3. No swearing or cursing. I might feel the need to add some swearing and mild language, but I won't really want you guys to be saying it. I might sound hypocritical, but really don't like hearing a lot of this swearing. In fact, if I say the swear word, then you can say it.

4. These games are invite-only. I'll have a list of people that I'd be fine with if they post a tribute. If you want me to add you to the list, just comment below and, depending on how I feel, I may allow or not allow you to join.

5. If you've never been in my Games before, then please just stay active. Advice, for these Games, won't be needed until I say so. This goes along with the twist. Anyways, I'll have a lot of writing and it'll take some time so if you leave or aren't active, your tribute will die.

6. Please follow the tribute template. I have a few things that won't usually be there but that's so I can make my story better. I'd appreciate if you follow, but if not, don't expect me to really be attached to your tribute unless you have an incredible backstory.

7. Reservations are allowed. 48 hours, though.

8. I'm fine with any tribute that's already been in another Games. However, those Games can't be another one of mine.

9. Links and Profiles are allowed! I don't mind it and won't try to penalize your tribute from this. I'm reasonable enough that you don't need to copy and paste 5 tributes when you could just send me the link instead.

Template
Name: (first and last)

Age: (ages 12 to 18, unless you have reason)

District: (Capitol along with 1 to 13)

Gender: (male or female)

Personality: (don't underestimate the importance of this one)

Backstory: (don't underestimate the importance of this one)

Weapons: (preferably one to three)

Appearance: (preferably lunaii)

Strength: (only ONE, there biggest strength)

Weakness: (only ONE, there biggest strength)

Height: (please be reasonable)

Sample Phrase: (just a practice sentence saying how your tribute speaks; it could be also descriptive like crispy or constantly swearing)

Birthdate: (just day and month, not year)

Tributes
Gallery

Alliances
 Pre-Game Alliances 

Bigger Alliances

Careers:

Anti-Careers:

Smaller Alliances

Loners

In-Game Alliances

Capitol Point of View
I leap out of bed at the sound of my alarm clock. It takes a while for my vision to clear, but then I realize it's already 6 o'clock. But on my phone, it says 8 o'clock. Stupid power, it must've gone out throught the night. At least I woke up now. Surely, I won't get a spot at the Capitol reapings, but I'll be able to watch District 1 live.

The sound of this twist tingles my spine. I can't wait to watch not twice, not triple, but five times the amount of tributes die. Oh, if my son were still alive, I would want him to go in these Games! He'll get "half the kills" and win the Games. I knew that he would die ever since he stepped foot in the arena. I literally threw the bag out that he gave us, it just made it easier to get rid of his stuff.

I brush my teeth and make coffee. My wife's already out of the house helping the Career Academy. She's probably lecturing the kids about how not to go into the arena: cocky and unprepared. Deep down, she's still trying to take in the death of our son. Honestly, I'd don't give a sh*t.

When I walk into my family room and turn on the TV, the reapings already started. I lean back on the couch and put a blanket over my lap. The reapings where you get to see the competition. Where you get to know whether these Games are even worth watching.

Like usual, ladies first. Like usual, volunteers. The airhead of an escort decides to choose the girl with the prettiest clothes on: Jade Seeku. She has curly, blonde hair and the most stylist dress I've ever seen someone wear. However, her looks are very deceiving. I can tell she's been training for the Games when she puts her hand on her face. It looks like she's subtly flexing, but I know that she's just making sure her makeup looks good for the camera.

The next girl surprises me. A girl who was actually reaped. It takes a while for her to walk onto stage, but once the camera catches onto her walking towards it, they zoom in on her. I can see some tears rolling down her cheeks from the angle and notice her snuffing her nose. If she's trying to get someone to volunteer, don't cry. Usually, people love when they cry so they have an easy kill.

Glow is the name of the next girl. She has dark brown hair and a devious smile. From the amazing graphics I have on my TV, I notice a few blood stains on her shirt, but all just little drips. Her hand seems to also have a little blood on it. I laugh as the girl, Ava, gives a disgusted look while she shakes her hand. Yep, she's a bloodbath victim, I think.

The girl who comes next is just like Ava, reaped. Her name, Aurelia. I really think it's something where if your name starts with A from District 1, you're always reaped and don't volunteer or get one. Anyways, she has dark black hair and a monkey smile. By the looks of it, she didn't even come from the Capitol. She has a tanner skin tone than most from 1, she must have moved here, but I don't know why.

The last girl is a volunteer. A 12 year old too. District 1 really doesn't have the best females this year. Only two of them will probably go far: Jade and Glow. They're the only people who look like they've trained for these Games their lives and have killed some people, which might be a good thing for these Games. The girls end up leaving to the train as the males are announced.

"Honey, I'm home!" My wife screams. "Help me with the groceries."

"Not now, I'm watching the reapings!"

"Did you see the Capitol's yet?"

"No."

"Oh . . . please, I have ice cream, your favorite!"

"Mint chocolate chip," I murmur. "I'm coming!"

After helping my wife with the groceries which takes forever, since we have to get enough food for a thousand people, I make it just back in time for the District 3 reapings. I'm a little devastated I didn't see District 2, because that's where all the threats are, but I'll be able to see them in the newspaper tomorrow.

Like usual, they have that stupid speech where they say the stuff about the Games. I haven't ever listened to one of them, but I know that they're boring. To me, this is just suspension before all the tears start falling down the weak district's tributes.

The first name is announced, but I can't hear it. I stare at the screen, puzzled and then repeatedly clicking the mute button before the entire screen turns black. After pressing the power button more than 10 times, I give up. I hear a loud crackle of thunder outside and the lights go black.

After almost two hours of sitting in the dark, the sky outside starts to slowly lighten up and the electricity turns on. The screen starts out being fuzzy, but after I shut it down and turn it back on, it's fine. The reapings from 6 have just ended and now District 7 starts.

The first thing I notice at District 7 is that there's a giant tree in the side of the Justice building and the entire stage looks slippery. Obviously, this storm has travelled through most of Panem. I also take note on the escort who wears a really poofy weather jacket which makes her look fat.

It takes me a while before I realize that she's already picked the names. Obviously, the volume on our TV is destroyed. It's probably just a delay in the TV. At least, I hope.

All the District 7 Females are all around the same range, 15 to 17. I won't be shocked if they are geat with axes, in fact, if they aren't, I'll be shocked. I'd be a lot more shocked if they all die right away. By the looks of them, they're all pretty strong. I won't be shocked if one wins!

Two of the males are brother. The other one is a little creepy with his light blue hair. Then, there's the other one, Mist, who I've remembered a little bit about. Not from previous years, but as a newstory. I've heard that name before.He wants to be an assasin. Then, the last boy is the same age: Keaton.

It's shortly after the District 12 reaping when I hear a knock on the door. Reluctantly, I open the doors. It's not usual for someone to come over during the live reapings. When I open it, I'm greeted by a shotgun. I take a step back a little too late as the bullet goes right though my stomach.

I didn't even think about it. If you skip a reaping without reasoning, your in jail or. . . well, where I am. Dying on the ground with a large puddle of blood right around my stomach. I can't even watch the rest of the reapings now! I'm going to die. I'm lifted up by a group of Peacekeepers, my eyes facing the ground.

I hear my wife scream from shock only to receive the bullet as well. This wasn't what I wanted to see. I wanted to see other die, not me! Who'd want that? Wow, suddenly I feel like I'm getting a taste of my own medicine. My vision goes blurry once again and I find myself blacking out.

When I finally get back, I find myself tied onto a log, slowly moving towards the wood shreader. Oh no, I think'', I don't thin there's a superhero to save me. . . unlike last year''. I try to move myself out of here, but, with my luck, I accidentally knock the level which speeds it up.

My leg's just about to touch the shreadder when I start screaming. I never wanted to scream, but I now know that I need to. My leg is slowly shreadded up, as if it just started slowing down. Slowly, the pain makes his way towards my knee, theigh, then finally my stomach. I let out a little breathe before finally, I die. My last thought thinking about how the next Games might turn out like.