User blog:ConspiracyKiller825/The 1st Danganronpa Games

Hey..... Wow its been so long since i've been on this wikia..... But I want to tell you that i'm coming back! And hopefully with a bang! So after reading the Hunger Games book for class, I was inspired to come back to this wikia and write another games. Though not just any games, as I'm sure you can guess from the title. These shall be a 'Danganronpa' games, which Yonnie had tried to do a while back. So hopefully I can make these games work and make them become interesting and mysterious. So none the less, lets begin and may the odds be ever in your favour!

Rules/Things You Need To Know
(About Danganronpa) (About My Own Games)
 * Basic Overview:
 * 15 Students Trapped At An Academy With No Means Of Rescue Or Escape
 * The Only Way To Leave The School, Is To Kill Another Student And Get Away With It
 * The Surviving Students Must Look For Clues And Complete Interrogations Before Heading To The Class Trial
 * At Class Trial, The Students Present Evidence And Discuss Who The Murderer Could Be
 * The Students Then Vote On Who They Believe Is Guilty
 * If Majority Votes The Murderer Correctly, Only The Murder Shall Be Executed
 * If Majority Votes The Murderer Incorrectly, The Murderer Shall Walk Free From The School And The Innocents Shall Be Executed
 * There Will Still Be The Capitol, Gamemakers And Districts
 * There Will Be Two Tributes From Capitol - District 14 = 30 Tributes
 * The Same Process Will Occur, And The Same Rules Also
 * Though One Rule That Will Change Is When The Murderer Is Incorrectly Guessed, The Murderer Shall Still Walk Free But A Random Innocent Student Shall Be Executed
 * Because There Are 30 Tributes, There Will Be Two Different Groups Playing Their Own Games (Like Yonnie's)
 * As This Is A Hunger Games, There Can Only Be One Victor, So Once All Muderers Have Walked Out And All The Rest Are Dead, The Murder's Shall Be Pulled Back In For Another Game, Because There Can Only Be One Victor
 * Up To 3 Tributes Per User
 * No getting Angry for a Tributes Death
 * I Will Only Do The Actual Games
 * Reservations Last 7 Days
 * There will be No Sponsorship
 * You can give advice
 * The Arena is An Academy, More To Be Explained Later
 * If you have any ideas for storylines with your tributes, leave me a comment
 * No Wikia Contributers
 * Anything Else, Comment!
 * Sorry I Know These Are Confusing, It'll All Make More Sense Later On!

Tribute Template
Name: (First and Last)

Gender:

District:

Age: (12-18):

Personality:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Fears:

Weapons: (Max 4, In order of Preference)

Picture/Description: (It can be a picture or it can be typed)

Backstory:

Token:

Team Ice

 * Rose Wells (Capitol Female)
 * Analisa Latimer (District 2 Female)
 * Tank Demski (District 2 Male)
 * Jasper Jordan (District 4 Male)
 * Brett Brawl (District 5 Male)
 * Mary Smith (District 6 Female)
 * Verena Chambray (District 7 Female)
 * Tom Webster (District 9 Male)
 * Aemilia Bark (District 10 Female)
 * Marlon Lander (District 10 Male)
 * Wattson Meyes (District 12 Male)
 * Estella Libra (District 13 Female)
 * Astus Hawkeye (District 13 Male)
 * Octavia Blake (District 14 Female)
 * Max Muzzele (District 14 Male)

Team Fire

 * Dempsey Sorrow (Capitol Male)
 * Nutmeg Spica (District 1 Female)
 * Volkan Blistre (District 1 Male)
 * Luna Tick (District 3 Female)
 * Matthew Smith (District 3 Male)
 * Acelina Moreau (District 4 Female)
 * Cadence Hayes (District 5 Female)
 * Ryan Dennis (District 6 Male)
 * Monty Green (District 7 Male)
 * Cassie Wynn (District 8 Female)
 * Sam Kelly (District 8 Male)
 * Profecia Sonar (District 9 Female)
 * Kim Thorburn (District 11 Female)
 * Tim Thorburn (District 11 Male)
 * Gemma Singularis (District 12 Female)

Alliances

 * These Are Agreements Of An Alliance Between Tributes On The Same Team.... This Shall Updated Constantly*

Team Ice

 * The District 2 Pair - Analisa Latimer (2F) & Tank Demski (2M)
 * The District 13 Pair - Estella Libra (13F) & Astus Hawkeye (13M)
 * The District 14 Pair - Octavia Blake (14F) & Max Muzzele (14M)

Team Fire

 * The District 8 Pair - Cassie Wynn (8F) & Sam Kelly (8M)
 * The District 11 Pair - Kim Thorburn (11F) & Tim Thorburn (11M)

Rose Wells - Capitol
It's now finally out of my hands for now. There's nothing more that I can do in order to test and prove myself to the world of Panem.

"Is she free to go?" asks my mentor Vanessa,

"Yes, she's free to go, all yours!" replies the nurse,

I begin to get up and walk out towards the door....

"Rose, be sure to elevate those injuries! You don't" says the nurse,

"I'm not that dumb, I know what I'm doing!" I reply.

I storm out of the room and down the hallways to reach the elevator. I can hear Vanessa yelling for me to stop, but what does she know? I don't have to explain myself to her, nor to anyone. I did what I did in order to prove myself. I know that this is my chance to finally show Panem that the Capitol citizens aren't all stupid green skin coloured marshins, who only care about looks. This my chance to show everyone that the Capitol means buisness and were just as good, no, even better than anyone else. The elevator doors open. I walk in and slam the button with a capitol 'C' on it. The doors are almost about to shut when somebodies hand shoot through, causing them to re-open It's Vanessa. I roll my eyes as she stares at me furiously. She storms and yells a bunch of questions at me.

"Why the hell would you cut yourself as your private training session? Huh? Is it to hard to throw a Knife across the room, so you just thought it would be better to use it to cut yourself? Is that it? Is that the truth?" she says,

"No, that's not the truth, maybe it's yours but it's not mine" I reply in a calm voice,

"Okay then what is the truth? Explain it to me!" She yells,

"Why, what's it going to change? You just need to deal with the fact that I know what I'm doing and you obviously don't!" I yell, beginning to get severely fustrated,

"What's it going to change? I'm your mentor and maybe you need to wake up to the fact that I actually have done this before!" She yells also becoming fustrated,

"Thanks for the information, just go and help Mason mentor Dempsey because the way he's going, he's going to need it!" I yell back before I storm out of the elevator.

I look to my right and see everybody staring at us, though it doesn't bother me. I turn to my left, flicking my hair and storm down the hallway and into my bedroom. That bitch Vanessa has no idea of what I'm able to do. Her stupid advice for my private training session was to throw some Knives and show some combat skills. What a waste of time! I knew that since I was the first tribute coming along i'd need to impress, knowing that by the end if I didn't I'd be forgotten. I decided to show the gamemakers that I could handle battles and more importantly cuts. I grabbed the different serrated Knives and began cutting myself to create gashes big enough for blood but not big enough to give off a weakness in the games. I completed my goal, and I saw the gamemakers faces, they were completley shocked, especially since I didn't even wince or faint at all. The peacekeepers had to drag me away because the gamemakers weren't used to seeing so much blood right before their eyes. I knew that thise would indeed impress and would indeed to get me a high score. I quickly looked at the work the nurse had done and fixed up a few bandagers here and there before changing into some clothes an Avox had left out for me. They seemed to be pretty comfortable, though I noticed that they covered my entire body, probably Vanessa wanted to make sure that nobody could see my scars. I rolled my eyes before leaving my bedroom and heading for the dinning room. I'm surprised to see that the table is empty though stacked with food, I look and walk around the apartment and find that everyone is already sitting in the lunge room awaiting the announcment of the training scores.

"Oh good you've arrived, sorry I didn't tell you we were in here, but I knew that'd you'd figure it out eventually." says Alison, my escort, with a smirk

"Oh no its fine, who doesn't love a good game of hid and seek? I reply, smirking myself.

We both give out a small laugh, while everyone else remains silent looking around like we're crazy. Alison is the one person that i've met on this trip that i've truely bonded and felt close to. She's actually pretty cool, and she seems to actually understand me. I go and sit down next to her. Dempsey is also sitting beside me though I notice that he's keeping his distance from me, Vanessa probably told him what happened. Though I wasn't complaining, me and him were never going to be the best of buds anyway. Our stylists and mentors are also situated around the room. Suddenly the screen lights up with Sean Adams face, which we all know so well, he's the head announcer and has a very interesting deep and dark voice. He gives the speech about training, our training scores and our rankings. I knew that I was probably recieving around a 9 or 10, probably recieving a rank somewhere throughout the top 8. Dempsey was proably going to be recieving like a 5 or 6, getting ranked around 25th. That would make me happy, I never liked the idea of fighting along a district partner in the first place. Suddenly my face shows up on the screen. "Rose Wells, with a score of 8 and a ranking of 10th". I quickly blink in shock though listen out for... "Dempsey Sorrow, with a score of 7 and a ranking of 15th". The mentors and stylist stand up and rise in applause knowing that they've got two tributes who've been predicted to do well in the games. Alison doesn't stand and comforts me knowing that what I recieved was nothing that I wanted. An 8, and 10th, they were average and I needed outstanding. Plus Dempsey wasn't that far behind me, that bastard Mason must be a good mentor. I stand up and leave the lounge room, storm down the hallways and back into my bedroom. If an opportunity arrises Dempsey will be going down, that idiot won't know what's coming for him.

Analisa Latimer - District 2
"An 11, a fricken 11!" yells Tank's mentor Aaron,

We'd just seen the District 1 training scores, and honestly it isn't that surprising. I look at Tank and know that he thinks the same. Being around Volkan was always giving you a bad vibe, his blood thirsty outrageous vibe that usually doesn't come from District 1 tributes. He also got ranked first meaning that his name shall be all over Panem at the moment, it means that the gamemakers believe that he is the best, well, has the best chance of winning. Nutmeg also recieved a 10 which is normal for elite Careers like her, I sort of feel bad for her because in her apartment right now nobody is going to be caring about her, just about Volkan. However Nutmeg recieved a ranking of 3rd, and that means that someobdy still will reach 2nd position. I mean it will obviously be either me or Tank, the other taking the ranking of 4th. All of our mentors, stylists and escort are in a full heated argument, when suddenly out of nowhere...

"What the hell is the problem, who even cares about their score or ranking, its usless!" yells Tank fustrated by the argument.

Once he's finished his sentence I know that he's about to cope it all, so I decide to make things a little easier for him.

"Yeah, Careers don't need sponsors, they just need...." I say but Aaron cuts in,

"Appriation, respect, fear!?" he yells,

"No! They just need to exist!" yells Tank also standing up for me.

I see Aaron's rage level rise even higher and I know that in a couple of seconds he's going to beat Tank up. The peacekeepers see this as well and rush over, pulling him away from the lounge area. Aaron fights back, hard enough that the peacekeepers have to taser him to keep him from running away. Nobody is bothered by this, Aaron wasn't exactly anybody's favourite anyway. Though I do begin to hear his words ring throughout my head. Appriation, respect and fear, I suppose for Careers to exist that is what we must supposedly up-hold. We are supposedly ruthless killing machines, and thinking about the way that I and Tank acted tonight, I wonder if that's really true. We can kill and have no problem about it, but the ruthless killing machine title has already been stolen from us and given to District 1. I begin to ponder more and more about, I hear all the murmurs around and look at Tank, who's in deep thought as well. I know that we're both wondering if this games already lost. However before I can talk to Tank about it, Sean suddenly pops back up on screen. "Now to District 2...... Analisa Latimer with a score of 10 and a ranking of 5th". I swallow hard at the sound of that. "Tank Demski with a score of 10 and a ranking of 2nd". The mentors and stylists nod and murmur in approvment but deep down I know that they're dissapointed. I mean not with Tank, but with me. A ranking of 5th, that means somebody from District 3-14 actually did better than me. I realise suddenly what Aaron was talking about. The whole of Panem shall be laughing at how a Career got beaten by a regular tribute. I'm a samuraii and I fight for justice. This ranking may mean nothing but i'm going to prove everyone wrong, not only am I going to kill the bitch who gets ranked 4th, I'm also going to kill Volkan as well, just to prove a point. I'm going to be considered weak now, but they'll see, everyone shall see that they've messed with the wrong person. I quickly realise that my goal, my achievment to work towards, is for me to steal back the title of ruthless killing machine. I think about storming off to my room but know that I must watch the rest of the training scores to size up the competition and figure out who my first target shall be. Tank sits down next to me and whispers in my ear....

"We'll get all those bastards, I promise!"

He pulls away and I smile, Tank and I shall be a force to be reckoned with! Soon, nobody will be able to deny that!

Acelina Moreau - District 4
Everyone is sitting silently, awaiting for Sean to reappear on the screen and announce the District 4's traing scores and rankings. To be honest i'm kind of fricking out. This night has been chaos, as I'm sure it has been for all the other tributes as well. The Capitol tributes were up there, definetley the dark horse kind of tributes. Then District 1 had Volkan with an 11, which is almost never heard of! Nutmeg also did good, well average for a Career. That also goes for the District 2 tributes. However, Analisa's ranking of 5th really rocked everyone, especially our mentors. They believe that it has to be one of us holding that ranking of 4th, and although I'm trying to deny it, I really hope that it's me. I want to be that one tribute who stands out for beating a Career, that would make my winning all the more special. Though District 3's tributes actually also casued some chaos, they achieved quite high scores for their District, especially Luna. That girl must live up to her name, Luna-Tick, in order to achieve a ranking of 6th. It's obvious that this years games are going to completley wrecking the Capitol with excitment. We're not even through half the tributes and already you can hear the crazy parties and betting taking place below us. I hope that somebody down there has the wits to bet on me, even before my training scores are revealed. Because no matter what they are, for me, they aren't going to change anything for my game plan. Training scores, rankings, all have nothing to do with the actually killings except for figuring out which tributes are your real enemy. And I don't need any probability calculation, I don't need any predictions or information. Because I'm smart enough to understand that with these games nobody is off limits, everyone can kill and everyone has the motovation to kill. When tributes start believing that somebody isn't capable of anything, that's when innocent tributes usually end up being exucted at the tribute trials. And although I wouldn't, won't, shed a tear for anybody's innocent death, I just can't let the luck fall onto me. I'm not going to be a victim because somebody was to focused on suspecting all of the treatening tributes and not the sweet innocent ones, because that's where the killer usually lies. Suddenly Sean's face finally pops back up onto the screen. Everyone in the apartment starts to murmur.

"Shhhshhh!" Hushes Jasper's mentor Brooklyn

"Now over to District 4....... Acelina Moreau with a score of 10 and a ranking of 4th" I gasp, and produce a wide, broad smile. "Jasper Jordan with a score of 6 and a ranking of 21st". Sean's face dissappears from the screen and everyone jumps up, except for Jasper. I can't really blame him, that's the worst anybodies recieved all night. The mentors, stylists and our escort all run over to me and congratulate me. I just smile and nod, because I don't care about their appreciation or congratulations, all I care about now is that people know I'm here to play. The other tributes should now know to stear clear from my bad side, because tonight's proven that I can take down anyone. And like I said before, nobody's off limit's.

Marlon Lander - District 10
By this time, usually the Capitol citizens are pretty bored and just await more of the odds in order to place better bets on tributes. However, that's not the case tonight, even here from my bedroom I can hear them partying and celebrating down on the cities streets. But it's a funny question how I ended up in bedroom. Well, I'd say that, the others in my apartment might call it, what's the word? Perpostres.... Yeah that's it. It all started in the tribute training centre. Throughout group training I had noticed how vulnrable the gamemakers were. They had all of these weapons and killing equipment laid out for us to use, and they just stood about 10 metres away in clear sight. Basicallly it somebody turned around and aimed a spear at the gamemakers skulls, there is a definete chance that it could hit and easily kill. I mean some of these tributes, such as Volkan, are physcopaths and they feel safe enough to just stand by and watch. I knew that I wasn't going to let that happen. My mentor, Taylor had said that maybe it was just a good idea to go for an expected score, something that won't stand out as being a threat or a weakling. I was supposed to do this by showing off my skills with some weapons that I know how to use. I mean its not exactly difficult for her to understand that I suck with weaponry. And this plan definetley wasn't going to come along. So I actually decided to use it to my advantage. I grabbed some Bow and Arrows, and started firering them at the gamemakers. They were so bored by the time I had arrived, so it was actually pretty hilarious when I fired the first arrow. They all shot up and started screaming and panicking. I had only managed to shoot two, which had easily missed by miles, before the peacekeepers had me locked on the ground and tasered me. They escorted me to back to my apartment once I'd woken up, and shoved me into my bedroom. I could hear my mentors arguing with the peacekeepers about what had happened. Eventually their arguing stopped and I heard the peacekeepers storm off, and soon after an avox came in. She carried a TV, some food and some drinks, though it was hard to miss her beaming face. I suppose if the Capitol had taken everything away from you, and somebody tried attacking them, that would make you laugh like crazy, especially when everybody knows that it can't be done. Well my plan wasn't to attack them anyway, though I suppose what other way could they have taken it. Once the avox left I heard the sound of her keys before the quick clunk that told me that she'd locked the door. Everybod probably think i'm crazy, Though i'm sure the other tributes shall only see me as a complete weakling. I mean there's no way they'll be impressed by my courage or anything stupid like that. I'll be sure to recieve the lowest score, even if it had to a 0, i'm sure that the gamemakers wouldn't hesitate. Sean's face suddenly pops up on the tiny screen in front of me. "Now over to District 10...... Aemilia Bark with a score of 7 and a ranking of 20th." I ponder about her achievments for a moment. "Marlon Lander with a score of 2 and a ranking of 30th." I can't help but let out a laugh. A score of 2, wow that's got to be a first for anybody. Though I highly doubt my ranking shall even be near correct, i'm sure a dissappointment that nobody will look twice at me. Which shall give me some time in the arena to work on my weaponry skills. Just because I recieved a 2 doesn't mean that I won't become a murderer. The Capitol destroyed my life, my family and i'm coming for everyone in the arena, just to escape and finally stand up against the Capitol's power.

"I've already taken a step towards that goal." I whisper to myself before producing another menacing laugh.

Ryan Dennis - District 6
The training scores have finally ended, though the night has only just begun. Sean's face has once again dissappeared from the screen, he's now gone to get the head gamemaker in order to announce the tribute teams. These teams, well they sort of divide everybody into two different groups, and in-turn divide the one game into two different ones. This way the Capitol can recieve more action and achieve more excitment which is completley sick. It also really narrows down the betting options, again the thought sickens me. The only reason I was here, was because of them. And I had to get back to Distrcit 6, I had to make it back for Alana. I wonder what she thought of tonight's events that had already gone down. A score of 5 and a ranking of 26th isn't exactly impressive, and I know that. But I hope Alana believes in me, I hope that she believes that i'll be coming back home for her. Mary also hadn't achieved great results, though these sorts of scores and rankings were expected from District 6 tributes, and anyway somebody has to be ranked last. The scores and rankings don't really bother me, they don't really effect me heading home to Alana. The only way to do that is to really fight, and show off all the skills that I can mustre in order to achieve victory. I look around the lounge room, noticing how normal everyone looks, how everything looks. It's hard to believe that tomorrow I'll be apart of a gruesome killing game. I look around the room and notice Mary quite curled up, by herself. She's obviously fricking about the events that are to come. I'd like to be able to comfort her but, in this current situation I think that it would do more harm than good. Though I know that secretly deep down, it's because Mary is a weakling. I'm praying that luck works for my favour and me and Mary end up on opposite teams. Being on the same team as her, knowing that she'll become a complete mess and i'll be expected to clean her up, would just complete tarnish not only my image but my whole District's image as well. Honestly I wish that anybody else could be sitting her with me, probably a 12 year old would be better. Though I stop myself, knowing that it was lucky Mary ended up here and not Alana. I couldn't bare to watch her play these games, if she'd die, i'd take my own life as well. For what feels like ages, we sit in the lounge room awaiting Sean's face to finally reappear on the screen to announce the tribute teams. I've had to particpate in small talk, which I hate and is completley boring and akward. I keep pondering if scenario's throughout my head, wondering who could be on my team, and who i'd target first. Though to form a real game plan I need to know the offical tribute teams, and as if on cue. The TV in front of me bursts into light, i'm on the age of my seat, this announcment could be the difference between life and death, the difference between ever seeing Alana again. It was finally time for me to begin playing the game.

Cassie Wynn - District 8
"This year, I'm proud to announce that the two teams shall be respectfully named...... Team Ice and Team Fire!" Sean's voice booms around the room,

"Oh my, that's interesting" says our escort Trixie,

"Could be the arena's?" says my mentor Judith,

"Shhsshh!" hushes Sam's mentor Weasley,

"First of all, I present Team Ice! This team shall consist of; Rose Wells, Analisa Latimer, Tank Demski, Jasper Jordan, Brett Brawl, Mary Smith, Verena Chambray, Tom Webster, Aemilia Bark, Marlon Lander, Wattson Meyes, Estella Libra, Astus Hawkeye, Octavia Blake and Max Muzzele. Team Fire shall consist of; Dempsey Sorrow, Nutmeg Spica, Volkan Blistre, Luna Tick, Matthew Smith, Acelina Moreau, Cadence Hayes, Ryan Dennis, Monty Green, Cassie Wynn, Sam Kelly, Profecia Sonar, Kim Thorburn, Tim Thorburn and Gemma Singularis. That's all from me. The Capitol would like to say a big Happy Danganronpa Games to everybody in Panem, and may the odds be ever in your favour! -Seam Adams"

Everyone looks around in shock at the recent occurring events.

"It looks like you two shall be spending the rest of your lives together!" squells Trixie.

I look back at the TV screen which is showing the list of tributes in bothe Team Fire and Ice. I look over to Sam who is just as shocked as me. He looks at me with an exasperated face, and all I can do is smile. Sam and me have actually gotten along quite well over our time at the Capitol. He's become a sort of big brother, and i'm gad i'll have him the games to not only keep me company but hopefully protect me as well. Sam stands up, still looking at me and opens his arms. I run in towards them and imbrace his warm, loving hug that reminds me of my big sister. I know that Sam won't kill himself to save me, but i'm sure if I needed it that he'd be there for me, not matter the cost. I can hear everyone murmuring around me and Sam and I look up into his eyes. He's looks softly into mine and whispers....

"We've got this! It's game on!"

Sam holds up his hand and I quickly produce a wide broad-brimed smile being giving him a huge high-five.

"Ohhh that adorable" squells Trixie once again,

"Drinks before bed?" asks Judith,

"Why yes of course, we must celebrate our champions!" says Weasley,

I smile and nod around to everyone just like Sam. I pull away from his embrace and run off, following the others, back to the dinning hall. I get halfway and look back, realising that Sam's not behind me. I know for a fact that he wasn't in front of me, maybe he's not feeling well I ask myself. I sneak back to the lounge room and see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He looks up and I push myself against a near by wall. He gets up and walks towards the TV screen. I quickly sneak behind one of the couches and watch as he runs his finger down the list of tributes in Team Fire. He stops at my mind and slaps his head. Before suddenly shaking his body and walking out of the lounge room and into the dinning hall. That's odd, I've never seem Sam like that before. I quickly realise that maybe this is a wake up call from the universe. I can't put my life into his seemingly trustworthy hands, this is a killing game and for all I know he could be completley playing me, going to double cross me and kill me in order for him to escape back to District 8. I quickly shake it off, knowing that I now have to act normally but I know that from now on, i'll be watching Sam's every move.

Gemma Singularis - District 12
I sit on the couch, watching our mentors and stylists dance around the room, drinking large glasses of Champange. It's probably their way of forgetting about tonight's events. I've been offered a glass many times but I know that it'll do me more harm than good. Wattson was harrassed so much that he furiously stormed out of the room, before hearing his bedroom door slam a few seconds later. I'd love to do that as well but I want to know what I can do tomorrow, who I'm up against. My mentor, Jenna, had given me one great piece of advice that honestly struck me as genius. Us outlying Distirct tributes, are usually afraid, usually too scared to strike first. We usually end up waiting and waiting around, until its too late. By the time we're usually ready to kill, we become somebody else's target. I couldn't let that happen to me. I needed to strike early and throw everybody off their game. If I can strike an early target, I won't be highly suspected and will hopefully go under the radar and escape the arena. Plus with my training score and ranking, me pulling off one of the first kills would definetley not be on any of the stronger tribute radar. Becuase they're only going to care about trying to kill the stronger opponents. Then it clicks inside me. That's the way i'll do it! That's the way i'm going to flip this game on its head! If I was able to kill one of the Career tributes, or a tribute with a very high training score, then those sorts of tributes will acuse each other. Plus the weaker tributes won't know in the slightest, they'll never believe that one of them could've pulled it off. I look at my Team Fire. I see that they're are quite the large number of high scoring tributes. Dempsey Sorrow, Nutmeg Spica, Volkan Blistre, Luna Tick, Acelina Moreau, the list goes on! These guys will be suspecting that each other's the blackened, while really it'll be me! These guys will have no idea what's coming for them! I look at the rest of the team and way up my options. First of all i'm glad to see that me and Wattson have been separated, that was somebody I definetley didn't want to be around. I look at some the tributes listed last, and realise that all of them seem quite trustworthy and loveable people. They seem the sort of tributes who wouldn't commit murder or only would in self-defense. I realise that some of them might be worthy ally's. I know that I need some allies or friends, that will stick up for me and provide solid alibies. And if they're even better I can use them as accomplices in my muder case. I begin to start going through the list of tribute who might be useful. Suddenly my escort, Charlotte, begins to spin around the room. She's drunk and I know that see's going to fall down. And I was correct, but she fell down right onto me, spiling Champagne all over me and the couch. Everybody gasps. I shove her off me, stand up and storm out of the room. I'll leave this idiots to party, but i've got to finish my game plan. I decide it will be best in my bedroom.

"It's time to play, and nobody shall stand in my way!" I whisper to myself, before slamming the door shut ad locking it so nobody will disturb me. I won't tolerate that!

Max Muzzele - District 14
The apartment is just buzzing with electricity! The night's events had just exceeded everybodies expectations. Nobody could've predicted anything that was revealed tonight. I mean, me and Octavia have both been ranked inside the top twelve, which can sometimes be unheard of for District 14. Not only that but I had managed to achieve inside the top eight! I knew that everybody would be quite impressed with this achievement, especially my family! Well not so much my family as my father, he'll be over the moon as he can now see that everything is going according to plan. We'd always discussed the Hunger Games events, I mean it was hard not too with his Victor status. He'd tell me how to play the game, how to expose the truth and figure out the lies. I really wished that he could've been here as my proper mentor, however, it doesn't bother me too much, because no matter what happens, no matter what Jonathan, my mentor, tells me to do, i'll always be going by my fathers advice. And plus, everybody knows that my father is way better than Jonathan, but the Capitol make him mentor just because he is younger and more good-looking, better for the cameras. Obviously this hugely affects how the District 14 tributes result in the games, but the Capitol don't care about that, the Capitol just care about the looks, instead of the more practual reality. Not only that but all Jonathan can really do is drink, he's already almost face down on the floor from being drunk. The best advice that he can probably mustre up for tomorrow for me will be something like "Enjoy the food and luxury living!". I mean obviously he knows that I already live like that, having my entire family, including myself, living inside the Victor's Village, but he'd just like to finally show off his resentment towards me, just before I go off and die. That's another reason why i'd like to win the games, just to come back and shove it up in his face, and hopefully, taking over his job as mentor! Because our tributes be getting nowhere with this idiot, at least with me i'd have my fathers advice as well, giving our tributes an even greater chance than ever. Speaking of chances, oddly enough it seems as even the luck is playing a game. Ironically, both tributes from District 10, 13 and 14 have all been assigned to Team Ice! Which is actually playing into my favour! My father's advice for the games was to first find a large alliance that I would be able to, sort of, trust. And with all of these outlying Districts together, we'll probably have the biggest alliance throughout all of the games! That is of course if I can convince everyone to come together, because my father warned me that people can become really stubborn, snooty and bitchy inside the games, and anything that upsets anyone can be a reason to kill. Thus meaning if somebody really hates the idea of an alliance and i keep pushing, it's my head on the chopping block in their eyes. But I believe that Octavia shall already side with me, and that's all I need. That one person who will believe in me, even if they shouldn't. And of course having her inside my games also means that I have less candidates to kill, which is a good thing. The less candidates to kill means, the eaiser it is to plan an attack on someone. Now speaking of my candidates, it seems that Team Ice has quite the interesting match up. It also seems that I ended up on the weaker team, which is fine, i'll just have to take a leadership role. Well we have the Capitol Female, Both Tributes From District 2, The District 5 Male and then Both Tributes From District 13 and 14, which shall be the strongest targets. Then we have everyone else, who are pure weaklings as my father would say. If i'm able to bring these strong contenders all together to an alliance in the games, we'll surely become unstopable. We'll be able to take down everyone else and once that's done, i'll be prepared to backstab them all. They all mean nothing to me, no emotional attachments, that is the golden rule.

Volkan Blistre - District 1
The entire District 1 Team sits among the dinning hall, well with the exception of Nutmeg. Now that the night's maditory events have been completed, nobody cares what we do, and whether that be sleeping, eating or partying, it doesn't bother anybody. It doesn't really bother me either. But i've pratically been shoved down in my seat by both of the mentors, wanting to have a strategy talk with me. Mostly they're just bickering among themselves and besides, even if they were talking to me, I wouldn't listening anyway. I don't need their strategy, I never used it and look where it's gotten me..... Ranked 1st and recieving a training score of 11! If that doesn't prove to them that I don't need them, then I don't now what will. It feels amazing though honestly. To finally be in a position where my skills can be recongized and praised world wide. I can hear people chanting my now down on the streets below me. Of course i'm now the favourite and with that statement in mind, I can't dissapoint anybody now. I need to always be on top of everything and I always need to know what's going on around me. Because there is a very massive chance that i'll be targeted up first because of my training score and ranking. I'm in Team Fire, which is filled with the stronger tributes. But hey, i'm not complaining. Nothing feels better than killing a strong oponent, it fills you with complete hope and desire. It's also quite interesting how the teams actually turned out. There seems to be quite a lot of district paired up together, such as me and Nutmeg. I have no idea what she is doing right now, well who does, nobody is taken any notice of her. Although I wished that I could get away from her terrible self, it honestly doesn't bother me too much. Just because she's my district partner doesn't mean that I won't consider her a threat or kill her when the opportunity arrises. It wouldn't be the first time I killed a District 1 citizen. A large smirk appear across my face. All of my kills in my history come into my mind. The only thought that I have after remembering these occurences, would be that there is no way that I can lose this game. Nobody is more fitting to win a killing game than me. I then look up around me and find that everybody is staring at me.

"Well?" says one of the mentors,

"Well, what?" I say,

"What's the plan, whose your first target?" says the other mentor,

Whose my first target? I think to myself. My head looks up to one of the near by TV screens. My eyes roll up and down the list looking for a name..... They suddenly lock on one. Another huge smirk appear uppon my face.

"Nutmeg" I say,

"What?!" says one of the stylists,

"Nutmeg, she's my biggest threat!" I say, trying to convince them, but knowing I won't,

"No, No Not Nutmeg!" says one of the mentors,

"Well I was just trying to give you a heads up!" I say before confidently standing and shoving my chair backwards,

"See you all on the other side!" I say before striding off into my room and slamming the door shut,

I can hear their murmuring and basically utter shock at what has just happened. It really doesn't bother me their reaction, and although it's true that i'll be targeting Nutmeg, it'll really just come down to who gives me the opportunity to kill them. Everybody better be on their toes! Because I'm coming and I'm not holding anything back!

Brett Brawl - District 5
"Brett, are you asleep?" asks Sarah, my escort, banging on my bedroom door,

I stay completely silent and still, until I know that she has dissappeared. I couldn't really care for any mentoring sessions right now, and I really couldn't care for anything to eat at the moment either. Tonight's events had finally driven to a close, but what a ride it has been. The whole Career situations, with Volkan and Acelina, and not only that but it seems that everybody was quite up-there, so to speak. Everybody seems to be quite the players, eveybody seems to be a massive force to be reckoned with. But it's just like that every year you know, the truth really lies within the games. My mind cuts back to my years of watching the games, watching my brothers victories and Eden's death..... I bury my face into a pillow at the reminder of it. It's been two years, two long and hard years without him and now i'm sleeping where he was and hoping to follow in his footsteps, right up to the very end. I wonder if he watching me from above, I wonder what he and the rest of my family think about me after tonight's events. I remember that Eden recieved a training score of 10 and a ranking of 6th, Rain recieved a training score of 8 and a ranking of 8th, Tidus recieved a training score of 11 and a ranking of 1st. I had recieved a training score of 8 and a ranking of 9th, making me the worst in my family. Well not by much, but I can only image the things that Titus must be saying about me, and the things that Rain has to put up with back at home. That's another main reason why I need to get back home, I not only need to prove to everyone, including myself, that I can do this, but, I always want to see my beloved brother again, because I can't let him lose me as well. I mean if that happened, with him being stuck with Titus, he'd probably commit suicide, and i'm not going to let that happen at all. But not only do I want to win these games, I want to achieve some things. Starting off with avenging my brothers death. Unforunetley, completing this achievment is going to be a struggle. For me to avenge Eden's death, I must kill that District 1 female, what's her name? Nutmeg! She shall always be my main target, and i'm not going to rest until she is dead! But we've been placed in the two different teams, which makes killing her very difficult. To kill her, we'd both have to make it to the second stage of the games, and that's relying on a lot of luck and probability, which I think is useless. I need to have a back-up plan. The first thought that comes to mind, would to be to kill the District 1 male, Volkan. But again he got put into the opposite team to me, however with his top odds, there is a pretty good chance that he'll end up in the second stage, thus if Nutmeg doesn't make it, and Volkan does, he'll become my new target. But then again that is also relying on luck, thus I need another plan to back it up. After some deliberating, I think that i've come up with a solution. Obviously if Nutmeg or Volkan don't arrive at the second stage, somebody has killed them, but I must be the one to avenge Eden's death. So the murderers of Nutmeg and Volkan, if they also manage to reach the second stage, I shall murder them in honour of Eden. And for now that is the best plan that I've got! However, if that even fails, then I will just become a mindless murdering killer, thus meaning if anybody is standing in my way, I won't let them, and I'll put their picture up in the sky for the entire of Panem to see! Nothing is going to stop me from achieving my goal, nobody shall stand in my way and if they do, they'll for sure regret it!

Monty Green - District 7
The cool breeze brushes past my face. I look back inside and I can see the rest of the District 7 team partying and eating the night away, including Verena. What a uselsss waste of time! I'm sitting out on the District 7 balcony, and it's not for fun either. I'm looking down and listening to the big giant screens below me. I'm awaiting for the head gamemakers scheduled intervew, which takes place after the training scores have been revealed every year. But some reason the Tributes aren't shown this interview, it seemingly can only be viewed by the citizens in the Districts and the Capitol. But I knew that i'd be able to see and hear from here, and i'm not missing out on a chance to learn some more life saving advice or hints from the gamemakers. Maybe he'll mention the arena or some special clue that i'll be able to learn and use to my advantage throughout the games. I quickly think back to tonight's events. Honestly the out-come wasn't as depressing as I would've thought. I got a training score of 7 and a ranking of 17th, which definetley far exceeded my expectations. Plus it was way better than Verena's, which I also wasn't expecting. But if anything this just proves to me that i've got what it takes to win these games, i'm not counting myself out as of yet. However the team that i've been assigned, "Team Fire", is quite the interesting match up. It is absolutley filled with high scoring and ranking tributes. But to me I don't see this as a death sentence, if anything this works perfectly for my game plan. For most people, they like to exit the games quickly, and these are usually the higher scoring tributes, wanting everyone to know how good or awesome they are. But usually this plan doesn't work out so well because the higher ranking tributes target each other and they all end up dead pretty quickly. My game plan is just to lay low, and just survival for most of the games. Then when most tributes have either died or escaped, i'll then make my kill and have an easy way out. This means that I don't have to worry about myself too much, I can just focus on the tribute trials. But that shall be my main goal, to lay back, just stay out of all the drama, and just keep on surviving. It's worked for people before, and i'm sure that i'll be able to make it work for me as well. I'm not counting my victory just yet, but i'd say that the odds are pretty in my favour at this current point in time. We'll just have to wait and see if this head gamemakers interview increases or decreases those odds for me, hopefully it'll give me a huge leg-up on the competition. Because I want to be ahead of everybody, I want to be playing the game more than anybody. This could be the point in time where my victory is sealed, and while everyone is arguing and killing each other, i'll just be laying back watching until eventually somebody won't know what hit them. I already feel sorry for my victim.

Estella Libra - District 13
I'm sitting inside my bedroom. The night's events have left us all shocked. It seemed that nobody could've predicted these outcomes, it's almost never heard of. Someone got an 11, a District 4 Tribute beat a District 2 Tribute and it seemed that everybody was scored pretty highly. Inlcuding myself. I recieved a training score of 9 and a ranking of 8th, which is better than I could've imagined. Honestly, I was aiming for it though. Who wants a terrible training score? Who wants to be known as a weakling? Obviously that District 10 guy! A training score of 2! Well at least he'll go down in the history books for the worst score ever! But hey if that's what he was aiming for...... I have no idea how he could actually achieve something like that. But eventually i'll see for myself, see whether or not he's faking or it's really true and he actually sucks that bad! Well then at least i'd have one easy target inside the arena. Someone just to kill for the sake of killing, but then again what's the point in that? Everyone does something for a reason and everything happens a reason as well, and for me, killing for the sake of killing it absurd and completley useless. But anyway, i'd placed in Team Ice, which honestly is a pretty great outcome for me. It's not hard to tell it's the weaker of the two teams but i'm not complaining. That only means that my kills are going to come easily for me, an easy kill and easy win, now that's how the game should be played. Team Ice is mainly made up of the outlying District Tributes, which is probably why it is the weaker of the two teams, but I cannot fool myself. I know that there are some diamonds in this ruff. Such as of course the Capitol Female, The District 2 Pair, The Dstrict 5 Male and The District 13 and 14 Pairs. I know that these people are my true competition and they're the people that i'm always going to have to be weary around, and care more about my safety around them then the other Tributes. However, i'm still at a bit of loss when it comes to deciding whether it is a curse or a blessing to have Astus in the same team and arena as me. I mean there are plenty of pros and cons with this sort of situation. Once of the main pros is the fact that I shouldn't have to worry to much about him trying to kill me, being my District partner and all. But even if he tried too, I wouldn't be that scared, from his training score and ranking he seems pretty weak, well at least weaker then I am. I'm also a loss decided whether or not I would mind killing him, or want to kill him. Well for now my answer is probably, the fact that if he doesn't harm me, I won't harm him. That seems to work for me, well at least for now. Suddenly something hits my shoe. I look down and find a piece of paper that has been pushed from under the doorway. I pick up and read the note.

"We need to chat! When the coast is clear, silently come over to my bedroom. It's really important! -Astus"

Well now that is definetley weird. What the hell could he want to talk to me about anyway? But he's definetley grabbed me attention, i'm seriously intrigued. And since this isn't the games, and Astus isn't yet allowed to kill me, I see harm and going to chat with him. Though the secretecy is definetley worring me a little, maybe he is trying to kill me....... I leave the note on the bed incase they find my dead body, they can then figure out my murderer is. I open my door and look both ways before quickly running down the hall and knocking on Astus's door. It quickly opens and I see a hand shoot out and grab my jacket, pulling in fast. I try to scream but he covers my mouth. I shut up, knowing that it'll only waste energy. I'm about to knee him in the chest when he holds my leg down.

"Please don't do that...." says Astus,

"What the hell is wrong with you! What are you doing to me?" I say trying not to sound scared,

"Look I'm sorry if I scared you but I just needed to know something...." says Astus,

"Know what?" I say,

"That doesn't matter, the real reason I called you here is because I want to make an alliance with you......" says Astus,

"What? Why would we make an alliance together?" I say,

Astus then stands up and walks back to close his bedroom door.

"I'll tell you why......" says Astus and a hug smirk appear across his face.

Luna Tick - District 3
I just continue walking around on my bedroom floor. Like what the hell is their problem? I'm not trying to escape, well I am but not from the games, just from this stupid useless apartment. I really just want to get out and explor the city but nooooo! I'm stuck in here like somebody in an inasane asylum or something! Well I know that that's is all my mentors and stylists ever see when they look at me. But who cares? Not me for sure! If people want to believe that i'm a serious Lunatick, they can bloody go ahead and do that, because it ain't going to bother me. Honestly it would actually make me quite happy, because if they're thinking about me, they're not thinking about themselves. Everybody is so bloody selfish in this world, and if somebody thinking about themselves that means that they've got some decentcey, which is a lovely thought. But i'll tell you what's not lovely! People treating other like crap, now that's a deadly thought! After I tried running down the emergency stairs, the peacekeepers bloody tazered me and came and shoved me into this room of just beautiful crap, I mean who needs any of this anyway?! Then my mentors and stylists decided that it would probably just be safer to lock me inside this room. It was probably that idiot of a District partner, Matthew's idea! I can tell that whenever i'm on the same floor as him, he begins to have serious panic attacks. Which is seriously unlucky for him! Since we've both been placed in Team Fire. I'm sure that if he ever gets the bloody chance he'll try and use whatever strength he's got to take me down. Phhhh, yeah right! Like he could even begin to fight against me! I recieved a training score of 9 and a ranking of 6th, while that idiot recieved a training score of 8 and a ranking of 12th! What a loser! I'm twice as good as he is and he'll ever be. I'm sure he just somehow sucked up to the gamemakers or they felt sorry for him so they gave him a higher score. But on the subject of that, I recieved a fricken 9! What the hell that 11 should've been mine! Not that bloody Volkan guy, who looks kind of handsome, but more to the point is an idiot if he thinks he can take me down. Nobody is going to be battling against me! Even in self-defense! When I target my Tribute they're just going to be dead without knowing any information on their death! They're just going to be walking and then suddenly they're going to be dead! Just like the world should be! Those bloody self brats! You can bet all your life savings on the fact that i'll be targeting the most selfish tribute in the arena! And they better be scared! Because the last time I took down selfish brats, they were my family, thus meaning that nobody is safe from my wrath! Nobody is safe from my lunaticking behaviour! Everybody is going to feel my presense are going to be scared to death before I even arrive to kill them! And I already have an idea of who that selfish little brat is going to be! I already know who my target is and how i'm going to take that bitch down! It's that annoying, perfect, beautiful brat, Acelina, the District 4 Female. She is exactly like this room! And I just want to burn everything down to the ground! I can't wait to get all of her blood on my hands! I can't wait to just paint in her thick selfish blood, like I did with my parents. She is going to feel my wrath and she should already be scared! I quickly grab a vase filled with flowers from the bathroom. I then stand ontop of my bed and chuck the vase up into the roof. That bitch Acelina should be above me, sleeping! I hope she realised what's coming for her, because if she hasn't she's in for a hug shocker!

Profecia Sonar - District 9
I stay sitted within the lounge room, siutated all by my lonesome. I can't blame people though, I know that if I could, I would steer clear from myself as well. The things that i've done to all of those poor people...... All the lives i've taken, all the innocent people that i've killed, none of it shall ever leave my mind, none of it shall ever leave my concious. I know that i've been through so much, all the hatred, lies, secrets and betraley's that i've gone though, have all taken their own serious tolls on me. And I know that, but if I could go back and re-decide my future, I would preferr to be living in that horrid nightmare than the one i'm living in now. I would take being absued and betrayed over killing innocent people any day. The worse part is the fact that I have to live with myself, I can never escape from my own created nightmare. But hopefully these games shall help me do that. Because of what happened at the reapings, my furosious kill was seen by the entiretly of Panem. And of course the Capitol, the gamemakers and the President couldn't deal with a Tribute who was this mentally ill, but they also weren't aloud to reap another female, due to the founding laws. Thus meaning that they've helped me contain myself. They have created an injecting syrum for me that calms me down and overides the killing machine inside of me. This injection had actually been perscibed for me, and in other words, i'm it's only user. I know that that seems like a really irelevant detail but for me, it brings up some serious emotional baggage. I've lived my entire life, being different, being unique and i'm over it. I'm over living as if i'm the only person on this planet. I'm over being an unqiue human being who needs special treatments. For once in my life I just want to be a normal human being, living a normal life in the country of Panem. And I think that these games may be my solution. I have to keep recieving the injections, even throughout the games, so I don't go on a rampage and kill everybody and in the gamemakers minds, ruin their entire lifes work. Which I can understand, well in a sort of way. If these injections can keep working for me, and they can really contain the killing machine within me, then even if it's just for a week or two, i'll be living a normal life. I'll be living the same nightmare as everyone else, having to play throughout the Hunger Games, fighting for my life. However, for me this will be a dream, living a real normal life for once in my life. This speech may sort of sound as if i'm read die. This statement is both true and false. If I happen to die throughout the games, I will cry but I will cry with hope. I am ready to die and that is true, to end my suffering and my curse, to live up above in pure peacefullness, now that truely is a dream of mine. However, i'm not considering dying just yet. I am going to be fighting for my survival in these games just as everybody else. I want to win these games, I want to win more than anything. I want the fame, the riches and the glory. I want to win these games just to prove to myself that I don't need to rely on others for my safety, and the fact that i know what i'm doing with my life. I want to win, because then living as a normal being can become a serious reality. If I win then I can then keep using the injections to make myself normal. And i'm sure that if I can keep myself normal and myself under control, I can then become District 8's mentor and just keep on living the life that I dream of. These games may the final obstacle in my way from achieving my dream and I going to playing them with all of my might. I think I realised that it was game on!

Kim Thorburn - District 11
I sit down on the window seal in the lounge room. The darkness has finally set in and not just in the Capitol's city streets. The truth has finally dawned on both me and Tim, and neither of us enjoy what we finally began to see. I'll start with our time at the Capitol. We arrived on the train from District 11, and now that had been an akward ride. Mostly because I was fuming...... Tim volounteering after i'd been reaped was completley absurded and for the train ride i'd decided to basically lock myself inside my room. I knew that it wasn't really fair on Tim, since I know that he volunterred to protect me, but I didn't need that from him, I could take care of myself. And even throughout the opening ceremony and the chariot rides, we'd been completley and utterly silent too each other. That night common sense finally kicked into me and I knew that I was being selfish and rude. Plus since we were both here to together there was no reason to do anything but help each other. I had gone over to Tim's room to talk but he was missing. I walked around the entire apartment and found nobody, I was all alone. Suddenly the elevator doors open and I saw the most amazing thing in my life. Tim walked out on his own two feet, well one of his very own feet, yeah you get what I mean. I bolted over to him and gave him the biggest hug that I could ever give him, which he repricated. That was our way of apolgizing..... And from then on, we'd stuck together and been real brothers and sisters. It over joyed me to see that the Capitol had given him a prosthesis leg, because especially in the Hunger Games, he needed it. And although he played it pretty cool, I could tell that on the inside he was just bursting with utter excitment and happiness. Which is good to see, especially under the circumstances. We'd then completeled group training together, hopefully picking up the skills that we needed for the games. We'd then done individual training, well our private sessions and again, hopefully we were able to show off our skills. And tonight was the night where we found out. I recieved a training score of 7 and a ranking of 14th. Tim recieved a training score of 5 and a ranking of 24th. Overall it definetely wasn't what we were hoping for. However, when the teams were revealed that made up for everything. We were both so afraid that we would have to be split up and put into the different games, having the chance of never speaking to the other again. We were estatic, no more than that, when it was revealed that we were going to be sticking together. But then of course the reality began to dawn on us....... Only one of us was coming out of this alive, if even. It could be neither of us, but that wasn't the point. If one of us did make it out...... The other wouldn't and that was harsh truth. Tim was currently now getting some drinks and when he arrived back, we were going to begin discussing our plan for somehow both of us to make it to at least the second stage of the games. And until then, we would steer clear from thinking about the fact that only one of us was going to be surviving this nightmare. Well that was what we agreed on, but. I know that there is going to be no way that I won't be thinking about it for every second throughout the games, but I have to put on a brave face for Tim. I need to be the strong one here, and I need to make sure that every moment we spend from now on, we must cherrish because we'll never have times like this again, and that was the truth and I knew that I couldn't deny it any longer. This was going to be the hardest challenge of my life and there could be no dodging or escaping that. The truth is a real life sucker, that is just filled with utter despair and dissappointment. In other words, the story of our lives.