Intro: The 5th Quarter Quell
TV screens across the entire country of Panem are now clicking on. The Capitol citizens sit on their luxury leather couches, chewing on soft candies and popcorn. While this is happening, the poorer Districts sit on their dirty floors chewing on their fingernails. Just then, the president, Hax Lades, shows up on the screen. President Lades has short, black hair that is slowly graying. He is mid-height, which no one can necessarily see considering he is sitting at his mahogany desk in his office at his mansion. The bright Capitol sun shines through his open window, making it seem as if he were glittering.
"Citizens of Panem, as you all know, one hundred and twenty-five years of Hunger Games have passed. And of those years, there have been four quarterly 'Quarter Quells.' For those of you who do not know what a Quarter Quell is, I will explain. At the dawn of the Games, the founders came up with the idea for the Quarter Quell. It states, every twenty-five years, the Games will have a twist. This twist is to remind all citizens of Panem that they are still under our control, no matter what. It comes the time for our fifth one." He takes a brief pause, and grabs a small wooden box, containing all of the Quarter Quell announcements. President Lades pulls out an envelope, which has yellowed with age. It has a large '125' written in black ink on the front. "Before I open this envelope, I must read to you the previous Quells." Each and every person has their eyes glued to the screen, especially the youngsters, who have never heard of a Quarter Quell, until now.
"The 25th annual Hunger Games, the 1st Quarter Quell; 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, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was to send twice as many tributes." Mouths of young ones were hanging open, their gaze irremovable from the screen. "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of tributes. On the one hundredth anniversary, as a reminder that without the Capitol, the districts would be helpless, every tribute shall enter the arena blinded. Not knowing where they are, or who their competitors are. And now," he starts. He took his finger, and slid it carefully under the glued flap of the envelope. He pulled out a sheet of paper, and began to read.
"The one hundred and twenty-fifth Hunger Games, the 5th Quarter Quell; as a reminder that all people of every age were affected by the rebels of the Dark Days, every citizen, of all ages, must enter their name into the reaping. Thank you, and happy Hunger Games!"
Millions of television screens went black. Millions of district people gaped at their screens that were once filled with the soft words of the President. Thousands of Capitol people cheered at the top of their lungs, as if it were a celebration. Which it was, for them. Those who know they are safe, no matter what. Those who know they cannot be touched by the evil happenings of the Games. Those who know they get the pleasure to sit at home, stuffing their faces with gourmet foods, watching twenty-four innocent teens fight to the death in an unknown area. Those who have not been affected by the wrong doings of the rebels during the Dark Days.