ATTENTION ALL RESIDENTS OF PANEM:

Tomorrow there will be an assembly at the Justice Building in your district at 9:15 sharp. Please be present. Also, the tesserae mentioned in last week's notice is up. Please attend the registration at your district's Justice Building if you wish to sign up for the tesserae.

Pleasant wishes,

President Conifer Hallos

My hand tears the notice from the door. I walk inside the house and shove it in front of my mother's nose as I say, "Have you seen this? Have you read this, perhaps?" She looks up from the stew she is stirring and glances across the sheet of paper. Then she gasps.

"Heavens no, I've been inside cooking and cleaning all day. Another assembly? That mustn't be good, eh?"

"No, I think not. Are we going to have me or Dora sign up for the tesserae? We could do with a few extra handfuls of grain and oil," I say.

Mother smiles sadly and replies, "Well, how about we see how we fare without all of it first. I think we're fine with the fish from the market and the weeds in the garden. Taste this soup for me, would you?"

The next day

Everyone is lined up neatly in front of the Justice Building, where the head Peacekeeper Elliot Donthorn stands. She holds a sheet of paper, a speech no doubt, and raises her hand to adjust her mic.

Then she clears her throat and shouts out to us all, "Good morning, good morning, and thank you all for attending this assembly. Now, as it has been brought up to all of us, the Dark Days have ended, and the president has decided to make some changes. One of them is the tesserae. For those of you who are planning to sign your children up for the tesserae, your children's names will also be added into a lottery object called the Reaping Ball." She straightens her back, clears her throat once more, and then gains a more serious composure. "The Reaping Ball is for another arrangement made by President Hallos—the Hunger Games. And what are the Hunger Games, you ask. Starting from this year, every child of Panem will have their names placed into the Reaping Ball once, and for those who sign up for the tesserae, four times. Then the names of a female and male child (ages 12-18) will be drawn to compete in the Hunger Games, where they will compete against all the other chosen children compete in an arena. There will be survivor at the end—and that child shall be crowned victor of that year's Hunger Games." She pauses, as if to let that sink in. "Thank you for attending the assembly. Families who are planning on registrating for the tesserae, please enter the Justice Building." No one moves for a minute. I know everyone's thinking the same thing. The president has created a life-or-death contest for the kids. Life. Or death. Which means that a bunch of innocent souls are going to be slaughtered.

Kay, so that was the intro. Now, submitting time. Below is the form for your tribute. Oh, and to prove you've read the thing on the top, please include the phrase "beets are red" somewhere in your form. I also need an interviewer and an announcer, so feel free to submit one of them too. Happy 1st Hunger Games!

Name:

Age:

Gender:

District (both tributes in 4 have already been chosen…mine!):

Appearance (hair, eyes, height, build, etc.):

Family (Mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle…blah blah.):

History (op.):

Personality:

Reaping outfit (op.):

Reaped or Volunteered? And if volunteered, why?:

Interview outfit (op.):

Token from district:

Weapons (op.):

Why should your tribute be victor?:

Announcer/Interviewer Form:

Name:

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Interviewer or Announcer?:

Aaand that's all! Submit oh submit! And don't forget that beets are red!