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It’s Reaping day. Everybody dress to impress, it’s required.
When you arrive to the ceremony you are ID’d and told to stand with the rest of your age group. The District Governer, Town Mayor, and your districts escort are already on stage. The Victors are slowly taking their places. Before long the ceremony begins.
Your district escort steps up to the microphone.
“Welcome! Welcome!” Your district escort greets the gathered crowd sounding very upbeat and cheerful. “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor. Now, before we begin, we have a very special film brought to you all the way from the capital.”
On a large screen somewhere near the stage a video plays showing pictures of ruins and loss as a faceless male voice delivered a speech to the gathered crowd.
“War. Terrible war. Widows. Orphans. A motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the peace. Hard fought, sorely won. The people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But peace has a cost. When the traitors were defeated we swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed, the various districts of Panem would offer up in tribute one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches would stand as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness this is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.”
When the video cuts off the escort steps back up to the mic.
“I just love that part! Now, the time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing your district in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first.”
The escort pulls a name out of each the male and the female bowls. Did you get reaped or did you volunteer?