It makes more sense if you know Panem's history. It's the only country left in the world--a huge disaster took out everywhere else. Panem's made up of districts, thirteen of them. The districts got mad and fed up with how they were being treated, so they staged a rebellion. Except they got cut down really fast, and District Thirteen got destroyed. Or so they thought.
So the Hunger Games are our punishment for the rebellion seventy-six years ago. Kids twelve through eighteen get put in a drawing--it's called the Reaping. You get more names put in if you sign up for tesserae--stuff like grain, stuff you need to survive. My name was in there a lot, but not as much as someone else I know. Anyway, each year, the Reaping takes place. Two kids--one boy, one girl--get drawn for the Games. They're called Tributes, because that's pretty much what we are. Sacrifices. Pawns in a stupid, sick game that should never have taken place.
So if you get drawn, you get to go to the Capitol. Sure, you're treated great. The food's amazing, and there are people there to listen to your every need. Too bad it doesn't last long, because before long, you're training up for the Games. Then you get thrown into them, and hope you don't die too horribly.
Most people don't volunteer. But I did. So I guess I went of my own will.
The Games are over, back home. Both the presidents are dead. One of them died from all the poison he'd been ingesting for years and years, and the other got an arrow through her heart because she wanted to continue the Games with the Capitol's children.
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It makes more sense if you know Panem's history. It's the only country left in the world--a huge disaster took out everywhere else. Panem's made up of districts, thirteen of them. The districts got mad and fed up with how they were being treated, so they staged a rebellion. Except they got cut down really fast, and District Thirteen got destroyed. Or so they thought.
So the Hunger Games are our punishment for the rebellion seventy-six years ago. Kids twelve through eighteen get put in a drawing--it's called the Reaping. You get more names put in if you sign up for tesserae--stuff like grain, stuff you need to survive. My name was in there a lot, but not as much as someone else I know. Anyway, each year, the Reaping takes place. Two kids--one boy, one girl--get drawn for the Games. They're called Tributes, because that's pretty much what we are. Sacrifices. Pawns in a stupid, sick game that should never have taken place.
So if you get drawn, you get to go to the Capitol. Sure, you're treated great. The food's amazing, and there are people there to listen to your every need. Too bad it doesn't last long, because before long, you're training up for the Games. Then you get thrown into them, and hope you don't die too horribly.
Most people don't volunteer. But I did. So I guess I went of my own will.
The Games are over, back home. Both the presidents are dead. One of them died from all the poison he'd been ingesting for years and years, and the other got an arrow through her heart because she wanted to continue the Games with the Capitol's children.