Post by The Announcer on Jan 26, 2011 2:12:26 GMT
You've been assigned a house and a humble District-- a district that's the lifeblood of Panem. The District is charming year 'round, except for one particular month. The Hunger Games is a televised event that occurs every year. One boy and one girl, from the ages of 12 to 18 are picked from each District to participate in these so-called Games. They fight to the death for the entertainment of the Capitol: for them, and only them.
Announcer: "The rules are simple: win or die. Clear out of the way from a dead tribute-- the bodies must be recovered to stop their decay spoiling the fun. No cannibalism. Cannibalism does not play well with the citizens of the Capitol.
You don't need to go hunting for the dead, either-- every night, a sort of news reel will be played accross the sky. To the tune of the national anthem, the deceased tributes' faces and names will be shown to everyone. And don't forget the canon-- as well as the newsreel, a canon is fired as soon as a tribute dies, to make sure everyone keeps an accurate tally of how well they're doing!"
His voice fades from your mind, as you wonder how he's playing in there. A chip maybe? Or maybe this is all a psychedelic dream?
"These tributes are chosen randomly... Each year, slips are chosen and tesserae drawn. From twelve years old to eighteen, one slip is added to the ballot. At twelve years old, one slip; one chance in thousands. Then two at thirteen. And three. Four... More, always more, more chances for our darling District boys and girls to prove their worths, make themselves precious to the hearts of those in the Capitol. But, sadly, not everyone in the Districts rations the food that the Capitol so generously gives them. Some need extra rations to last the year. And so, the Capitol (beneficent as we are!) have given everyone the chance to gain extra grain and oil. Those who have had trouble with their rations may receive extra yearly rations, known as tesserae... in exchange for adding another slip to the reaping draw. One extra slip, one extra ration. It's as easy as that!"
You feel anger boiling inside your chest-- a rich, pure fury that simmers and licks out any gentle feeling. The voice is doing this, inciting this fury-- you have to believe this, otherwise the knowledge that you could contain so much anger... it could break a person. People in Districts five through twelve are starving, and to survive... They need to volunteer for death. Already you're twisting; gears breaking, white noise ringing in your ears, heart melting and distorting under the weight of it, the pressure, always melting, changing, destroying everything.
"The tributes picked from the Districts are taken into custody, and immediately transported from their home District, straight into the arms of the Capitol. There, they will train, be prepped and readied for the Games. Interviews and training scores will be viewed across the nation as the weeks play out, until the final days. Eventually, they will be transported from the Capitol, into the arena. No arena has been used twice, each is different from the last, with new obstacles and dangers. Here, the Games will be won and lost. This is where the Hunger Games will be played."
The voice entirely fades out and leaves you for the final time, mercifully draining the fury with it. You situate your things in your new house with your family, leaving the unspoken words behind you.
Announcer: "The rules are simple: win or die. Clear out of the way from a dead tribute-- the bodies must be recovered to stop their decay spoiling the fun. No cannibalism. Cannibalism does not play well with the citizens of the Capitol.
You don't need to go hunting for the dead, either-- every night, a sort of news reel will be played accross the sky. To the tune of the national anthem, the deceased tributes' faces and names will be shown to everyone. And don't forget the canon-- as well as the newsreel, a canon is fired as soon as a tribute dies, to make sure everyone keeps an accurate tally of how well they're doing!"
His voice fades from your mind, as you wonder how he's playing in there. A chip maybe? Or maybe this is all a psychedelic dream?
"These tributes are chosen randomly... Each year, slips are chosen and tesserae drawn. From twelve years old to eighteen, one slip is added to the ballot. At twelve years old, one slip; one chance in thousands. Then two at thirteen. And three. Four... More, always more, more chances for our darling District boys and girls to prove their worths, make themselves precious to the hearts of those in the Capitol. But, sadly, not everyone in the Districts rations the food that the Capitol so generously gives them. Some need extra rations to last the year. And so, the Capitol (beneficent as we are!) have given everyone the chance to gain extra grain and oil. Those who have had trouble with their rations may receive extra yearly rations, known as tesserae... in exchange for adding another slip to the reaping draw. One extra slip, one extra ration. It's as easy as that!"
You feel anger boiling inside your chest-- a rich, pure fury that simmers and licks out any gentle feeling. The voice is doing this, inciting this fury-- you have to believe this, otherwise the knowledge that you could contain so much anger... it could break a person. People in Districts five through twelve are starving, and to survive... They need to volunteer for death. Already you're twisting; gears breaking, white noise ringing in your ears, heart melting and distorting under the weight of it, the pressure, always melting, changing, destroying everything.
"The tributes picked from the Districts are taken into custody, and immediately transported from their home District, straight into the arms of the Capitol. There, they will train, be prepped and readied for the Games. Interviews and training scores will be viewed across the nation as the weeks play out, until the final days. Eventually, they will be transported from the Capitol, into the arena. No arena has been used twice, each is different from the last, with new obstacles and dangers. Here, the Games will be won and lost. This is where the Hunger Games will be played."
The voice entirely fades out and leaves you for the final time, mercifully draining the fury with it. You situate your things in your new house with your family, leaving the unspoken words behind you.