Hey guys. I'm iron59, and this is my first fic in . Although I have written fanfiction before, I did that years ago, as an 11-year old(I am approaching 15), and this will be kind of a restart for me. But do not, by all means, go easy on me. I have full intent of completing this thing and I have full intent on making it real good. In order to do that, I need reviews. If I get reviews, I promise I'll make you a real good fic.
I got the idea for this fic after seeing "Hunger" in "Hunger Games", and you could probably guess.
Do read, review, and probably complain on why I decided to use fat people.
The Fat Games
Chapter 1
It was a cold morning. I stepped out from the shower, shivering from the cold. God knows why I took a shower considering the facts that it was ridiculously cold and we didn't have a heater.
As I went in front of the sink and the mirror to brush my teeth, I saw myself. A six foot man with messy, bushy wet hair. A sagging, round face. A gigantic stomach.
I am quite a celebrity in our neighbourhood. In a world where by "starving" you meant you were fine. In a world where the words "I'm full" would create applause from those near you. In a world where one meal a day was considered healthy. And most importantly, in a world where being fat meant you were rich. Although my family is definitely not rich, we definitely do have a lot more money than everyone else.
Our family owns a restaurant. Among the small middle and upper class in our district, our restaurant is well known. For this reason we have managed to earn quite a small fortune. It also allowed my parents to feed me until I became what I am now.
My name is Patrick Boeing, or Pat as I am usually called, and I am from District 10. I am 17 years old, which means that only one more year and I will be too old for the Reaping. Good news. Even more so, today is Reaping day. Since we never needed tessarae, I have a comparably small chance of getting reaped. Lucky me.
I went into my room and put on my best clothes, which, among other things, barely fit anymore. I saw the time on the clock on my wall. 12 o'clock. I put on a white polo and black pants, and left my room.
I went down the stairs and saw my parents already eating. They were both eating my mom's signature dish, rib-eye steak with mashed potatoes. It's a favourite among customers in our restaurant, and thus usually has a high price compared to our other meals. If mom ever cooks it, there was a special occasion. A third dish for me was already put on the table.
"Eat up, son, because today is a special day." Said my mom as I sat down and started to eat my dish. "As we all know, today is your last reaping. And if you manage to not get reaped, that means three generations of unreaped Boeings." My dad added with a smile.
"Do I add a fourth generation to that?" I joked. We all laughed.
"Anyways, finish your meal. We have to go to the city centre, you know." My dad replied.
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It was the 75th Hunger Games. Last year, an accident involving muttations left the entire nation without a victor. The 74th Hunger Games became quite legendary as a result. The final three contestants, two from District 12 and one from District 2, were locked in battle at the top of the Cornucopia. The wolf muttations had been released, and the District 2 tribute had been overpowered and fell down the Cornucopia. While he was being mauled to death, one mutt managed to get up the Cornucopia. The D12 girl's final arrow failed to kill the mutt, and they both were mauled to death. The gamemakers were not able to save all three in time. Thus, the 74th Games ended without a victor. The repercussions were massive. It showed to all of Panem that the Capitol is capable of making mistakes. The Capitol was thoroughly embarrassed. The gamemakers were never seen again, reportedly.
Every 25 Hunger Games, the Games would have something called the Quarter Quell, which puts a twist on the game, usually making it more dangerous. For the 25th Games, the districts had to vote who will become their tribute. For the 50th games, the amount of tributes were doubled. For the 75th games, the President declared that the instructions for this year's Quell will be declared on the day of the Reaping instead.
As me and my parents walked through District 10, I saw everyone bidding goodbyes to their kids as they all left their homes. We all walked on a dirt path that would lead us to the city centre and the Justice Building. District 10 was in a plain in the middle of nowhere. As our district's industry is livestock, we have quite a lot of pastures, chicken coops, etc, etc. Livestock-related stuff. There was a lot of grassland for cattle and other livestock to thrive in. Each family had a good chunk of farmland to do their work, and considering District 10's space(very large), the place was sparsely populated. In the middle of all this land was the city centre. This was usually the place where everyone does all their trades and stuff, as the place is full of shops and etc. Our restaurant, although not in the city centre, was close enough to it. It only took a short walk before we arrived at the city centre. There were already a lot of kids on their way to the Justice Building.
As we passed, a lot of the kids looked at me. I knew many of them from school, and I was quite popular due to my(our family's) wealth. While I never really had any close friends, and never got any girls, everyone was still friendly with me. Being well known helps.
After signing up for the reaping, we were separated from our parents and then we were all herded off into the town square by the Justice Building, sorted according to age and gender; boys to the left, girls to the right, youngest at the back, oldest in front. I was on the rightmost part of the boys section, and considering my age and size, it was as if all the kids were a single group and I was their leader, being right in the middle-front. While most of the kids were visibly afraid, some of the kids around me were mumbling, "Hey, it's Pat Boeing!", "Lucky him, he doesn't need tesserae", and etc. I swore I heard one girl on the other side say, "I wish I was as fat as him". There was a stage placed on one edge of the town square, and it contained what it always has every Games. Chairs, podium, two large glass balls, etc. But for some reason, the balls contained no paper slips at all.
After about 10 minutes, the mayor stepped up the stage and unrolled a long piece of paper. He tells the same story every year: "Panem began blah blah America blah blah disaster blah blah death blah blah calamities blah blah war blah blah Panem formed blah blah Capitol blah 13 districts blah Dark Days blah District 13 destroyed blah blah Hunger Games blah blah rules blah blah one girl one boy from each district blah blah battle in an arena blah blah last man standing blah blah winning district gets prizes blah blah past victors of D10 blah five victors blah only one still alive blah he will be arriving shortly blah and here is our new escort blah"
A man I had never seen before stepped up the stage, dressed in a ridiculously fancy white longcoat adorned with gratuitous amounts of tribal design, pockets and zippers. He wore jet black baggy pants and his hair was shaped into unmoving spikes. What killed his arguably good-looking getup(considering the Capitol's absurd fashion trends) was his face. It was riddled with pimples despite the fact that he looks like about 30; his lower lip was bigger than his upper lip to the point of looking comically inflated; his nose was uncannily small; and his eye colour was white. Maybe he had it changed to look mysterious, but instead he looks like a joke. His entire face was a joke. One wonders why he didn't surgically alter the rest of his face, considering what Capitol citizens could do. Instead of looking intimidating he comes off as trying too hard.
Any semblance of respect for him was lost when the man uttered this:
"Greetings, children!" in a rather whiny voice. "My name is Marcus Uranus!". The town square burst into laughter. I myself was laughing quite loudly. A lot of people were saying "Nice surname!" and "My anus!". What surprised me was that even the Peacekeepers stationed across the town square were laughing too. As I laughed, Uranus looked at me with fury in his eyes. I still laughed.
"ENOUGH!" He suddenly screamed. The laughter began to die. "I DID NOT COME HERE FOR YOU TO LAUGH AT MY NAME!". I chuckled, causing him to get even angrier. "HAPPY HUNGER GAMES, YOU LOUSY KIDS!" I started laughing again, alone, which made some people look at me, especially Uranus, who looked like he was trying to crush his mike. "AND...may the ODDS be ever in your favour." Uranus said, trying to stop his anger. "Anyways..." Uranus said, "For the Quarter Quell, it was decreed that the conditions of this Quell will only be declared on the day of the Reaping. Today, you will discover what this Quell will have." Uranus said.
A girl in white with a box stepped up the stage and opened her box. She picked up an envelope marked 75, and gave it to Uranus. He would then opened the envelope and started to read its contents.
"On the 75th anniversary of the Hunger Games, in order to make up for our lack of victors the previous year, we will give all of Panem a comedic show. The male and female tributes are to be..." He looked at me with a smirk, "...fat."
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