Author's Note: Heyo! New-ish writer here. This will mostly just be a dump for a project I'm semi passionate about but had no place to store. Obviously it is based on the works of Suzanne Collins, as I am a large fan of the Hunger Games series. It is also heavily inspired by The Victor's Project and other works by Oisin55. I really enjoyed the exploration and possibilities of other victors, and I hope to do that justice here even if it's not totally up to par with the world building Oisin managed. I plan to be a lot more games/victor centric, so it probably won't be up to that level at all, actually.

All of this is fan made and fictional, yada yada disclaimer stuff. All credit to SC and Oisin!

With that lengthy introduction out of the way..

"C'mon, Grandpa! Tell me another story! The one about all the winners! They were soooooo cool! Like… like…. heroes!"

A dry chuckle, followed by a resigned sigh.

"Just a couple, okay? Your grandpa's getting old. I can't quite remember every little detail."

A woman cleared her throat from the doorway to the cozy living room, something sounding suspiciously like 'bullshit' intermixed with the coughing noise. A wry smile played onto her face as man and child glanced towards her. The old man adjusted his glasses, feigning ignorance as the aged yet elegant woman stepped forward.

"Come now. You know as well as I do that you were a fanatic back in your hay day. On our first date, if I recall correctly, you wouldn't shut up about-"

"Oh, alright, alright. Perhaps… you're right. Though I'm sure you've heard every one of my stories, Meriam, you're more than welcome to sit in as well."

The elderly woman nodded, taking a seat on the couch beside her husband. The young child in the man's lap cheered, giggling with glee.

"Now, youngster, where do you want me to start?"

"The beginning! I wanna hear all of them!"

"All of them, hm? It's been quite a while since I've thought through every one of them. But… that is doable, so long as you can listen that long."

"Of course I can! I love your stories, grandpa! The characters you make up are always the coolest!"

The old man's eyes met those of his wife, tinged with a sort of melancholy understanding. Made up. To the new generation, that's what these tales would always be. Nobody would remember those 75 fearless young men and women as survivors, nor heroes. In a couple of decades, their legacies would be nothing more than tall tales for the children of the New Empire of America.

"Yes… made up, they are. Now, Cory. Let old grandpa Ceraces take you into another world…

The world… of the Hunger Games."