Have you ever experienced that feeling, when it just doesn't matter? It doesn't matter what you do anymore, that all you can do is simply accept it. That someone else is toying with you, that no matter what you do, absolutely nothing, that you cannot control it. No, you probably haven't. I'm sure you also haven't been shoved inside an arena forced to die like a test rat. Mhmm, that's the beauty of the Hunger Games. It IS a game, to see which stereotype will win. Will it be the smart ones? The powerful ones? The cunning ones? The evasive ones? The ones who just wait it out, who can survive any circumstance? Who have lived their whole life already training every single day, preparing for their moment in the arena, or able to stand the severe and harsh conditions of the wild? Of course they will win, but the question is, who? Which one?
And so beings the betting. Betting brings on money, money brings on sponsors, and the stereotype-of-choice gets a nice little push into the final four, in the least. Lucky them. But why shouldn't they help those people? Who else should they help? Oh, yeah, wait a second, the other competitors. The ones who get 3's or 4's points in the Training Center. THOSE ones. But why should they help THEM? They certainly won't win. Don't waste your money on them. On me.