The whole population of the capital crowds around the stage as President Obsidian Fletcher takes a step up onto the metallic platform, her black heels tapping as she walks. "Greetings, people of Panem." She speaks into the microphone, her dark, soulless black eyes dart around the crowd as she clears her throat. "In just a few minutes, the first of the districts will begin their reaping. As you know, it is the sixth Quarter Quell, and every quell, as a reminder to the districts to not rebel, we have a twist in the games." A man hands a old, grey box that holds notecards for over a hundred quarter quells, created one-hundred-and-fifty years ago by the founders of Panem.
President Fletcher took the box carefully. It was worn down from over the years, and she thumbed through the cards until she found the one she was looking for.
"For the One-hundredth-and-fifty Quarter Quell, to remind the districts of their pitiful loss in the Rebellion, children from not only the twelve districts, but also from the capitol will be reaped to become tributes in the Games."