Tristan
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Once upon a time, the Earth was a safe haven for humans. There were no wars, no conflicts, no fear of death. It was a peaceful time, a luxurious time, where no one suffered from the grips of pain, starvation, and defeat. No one lived on the streets. No one starved. Everyone was equal, and for a while there was a peace that our race had never seen before. Then, the catastrophes came.
It was like the end of the world as we knew it. Massive flooding due to the melting polar ice caps. Huge forest fires that wiped out hundreds of thousands of acres. Earthquakes that sunk cities. It seemed as if we would never survive.
But, like all other times, we humans did. Out of the ashes of what used to be North America, my nation, Panem, rose. It was ruled by one Capital, a shining point in the dark world, and was surrounded by thirteen Districts. And once again, there was peace. But that peace would not last.
Soon after the rise of Panem, the Districts revolted against the Capital. The war was long and destructive, resulting in the immense loss of life. But, in the end, the Capital’s superior technology and wealth triumphed over the District’s passion. Twelve of the Districts were defeated…the thirteenth was totally obliterated. The Districts would soon suffer so much more.
As punishment, every year, each District must send one boy and one girl to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. Twenty four go in…only one comes back out. The Capital forces us to watch this, even be happy about it. They want us to remember that the Capital is all powerful. That they can do whatever they want…and we can’t do anything about it.
Years ago they tried to rebel and show the Capitol that they cannot be contained, that they won't stand this. They have failed, and further resulting in the continuation of the Hunger Games. District Twelve is now extinct, nothing of the rubble hinting the slight possibility of life.
Twenty-two kids. Twenty-two different stories. Twenty-two different families that will be forever crushed. This is our story.
Welcome to the 98th Annual Hunger Games.
RULES
1. Do NOT power-play, such as "he blocked the attack" or "aiming for his head, she'd cut his head off". That's a no-no.
2. There is no restrictions on the POV you write in, though please make sure it's specific enough for others to understand.
3. Alliances are allowed, if there are 24 tributes the maximum amount of allies in an alliance is four.
4. During the Bloodbath, please wait three posts before posting your next post.
5. If you have any questions or concerns, please PM me.
It was like the end of the world as we knew it. Massive flooding due to the melting polar ice caps. Huge forest fires that wiped out hundreds of thousands of acres. Earthquakes that sunk cities. It seemed as if we would never survive.
But, like all other times, we humans did. Out of the ashes of what used to be North America, my nation, Panem, rose. It was ruled by one Capital, a shining point in the dark world, and was surrounded by thirteen Districts. And once again, there was peace. But that peace would not last.
Soon after the rise of Panem, the Districts revolted against the Capital. The war was long and destructive, resulting in the immense loss of life. But, in the end, the Capital’s superior technology and wealth triumphed over the District’s passion. Twelve of the Districts were defeated…the thirteenth was totally obliterated. The Districts would soon suffer so much more.
As punishment, every year, each District must send one boy and one girl to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. Twenty four go in…only one comes back out. The Capital forces us to watch this, even be happy about it. They want us to remember that the Capital is all powerful. That they can do whatever they want…and we can’t do anything about it.
Years ago they tried to rebel and show the Capitol that they cannot be contained, that they won't stand this. They have failed, and further resulting in the continuation of the Hunger Games. District Twelve is now extinct, nothing of the rubble hinting the slight possibility of life.
Twenty-two kids. Twenty-two different stories. Twenty-two different families that will be forever crushed. This is our story.
Welcome to the 98th Annual Hunger Games.
RULES
1. Do NOT power-play, such as "he blocked the attack" or "aiming for his head, she'd cut his head off". That's a no-no.
2. There is no restrictions on the POV you write in, though please make sure it's specific enough for others to understand.
3. Alliances are allowed, if there are 24 tributes the maximum amount of allies in an alliance is four.
4. During the Bloodbath, please wait three posts before posting your next post.
5. If you have any questions or concerns, please PM me.
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