A/N Hello!

Ok, so I went back and edited this chapter. Me and Maggie's writing styles have changed SO MUCH since we started this story. Nothing much changed in this chapter besides phrase re-wording and grammatical changes.

One other thing: The italicized stuff at the beginning of this prologue is taken DIRECTLY from pages 172-173 in Catching Fire.

DISCLAIMER: Maggie and I own nothing.

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(The anthem plays, and my throat tightens with revulsion as President Snow takes the stage. He's followed by a young boy dressed in a white suit holding a simple, wooden box. The anthem ends, as President Snow begins to speak, to remind us all of the Dark Days from which the Hunger Games were born. When the laws for the Games were laid out, they dictated that every twenty-five years the anniversary would be marked by a Quarter Quell. It would call for a glorified version of the Games to make fresh the memory of those killed by the districts' rebellion.

These words could not be more pointed, since I suspect several districts are rebelling right now.

President Snow goes on to tell us what happened in the previous Quarter Quells. "On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it."

On the fiftieth anniversary," the president continues, "as a reminder that two rebels died for each capital citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes.")

"And now we honor our third Quarter Quell," The President started. The little boy in white stepped forward, holding out the box as he opened the lid. Tidy, upright rows of yellowed envelopes were visible to the audience. Whoever devised the Quarter Quell system had prepared for centuries of Hunger Games. The President removed an envelope clearly marked with a 75. He ran his finger under the flap and pulled out a small sheet of paper. Without hesitation he read: "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder that you cannot escape the wrath of the Capital…This year we are making people from another fandom compete!"

"WHAT? NO!" Katniss cried. Wait…what?"

"Oh, that could have been worse." Peeta stated.

"What's a fandom?" Prim asked, bewildered. She was ignored.

"Now the question is," the President began, "…What fandom?"

Everybody in Panem grew silent.

Another young boy dressed in a white suit walked over to the President, holding a small, plastic bag.

"I will now draw the fandom. It can be anything from Harry Potter to Sonic the Hedgehog, from Death Note to Grey's Anatomy, and from Spongebob to The Jersey Shore."

Everyone eyed the President suspiciously, seeing as how they had never heard of any of these things before today. The audience's suspense grew as he reached into the bag and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"And the fandom for this year's Hunger Games is…" President Snow began, paused pausing for dramatic effect.

"…South Park!"

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A/N

So that was the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it.

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