Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.
Note: Here we are, another chapter and another canon Victor as well. I kinda knew going in that it was unlikely Seeder would last overly long in CF, just a feeling I'd had in my gut, but I think she ended up being underutilised. So, what else to do beside giving her a good chapter to stand up and shine? Hopefully I did her justice, but I'll let you readers be the judge (and jury and executioner…).
"Seeder seemed so gentle and motherly when we met her," Katniss said, gazing down at the fallen Victor's face on the ground. "Do you know who killed her?"
"I never watched any footage of the quell," Peeta replied, distant. "…Seeder tried to hurt us. Real or not real?"
"Not real. She was ready to die for our safety… seems like she did exactly that in the end," Katniss let out a small, depressed sigh. "I never wanted people to die for me. Not one."
Peeta just nodded silently. There was no need for him to mention he'd been willing to give up his life for Katniss without regret time and time again.
33rd Annual Hunger Games
Name: Seeder Howell
Gender: Female
District: 11
Age: 17
Kills: 4
From A To F: Six Graded Moments of Seeder Howell's Life
F
Seeder was an only child. Or rather, she was the only child who managed to live past the age of five, given the rampant starvation and prison-like conditions of District Eleven. Food everywhere and not a bite to eat. After all, what's a few starving infants compared to the tragedy of a Capitolite not getting his tenth apple pie of the day?
Growing up in the aggressive slums gave her toughness, certainly. Being particularly strong and brutish was really the only way to survive on the streets of her District. Of course, it gave her something else that she simply could not ignore.
A desire for something better.
Poor and brutal as her life was, the fact remained that school was mandatory – if only to feed propaganda of the benevolent Capitol to the youth – and so Seeder was able to learn the basics of education in the dystopia she was born to.
More than the basics, in fact. When she put her mind to things it turned out that the more-than-just-occasional fist fighter was able to get some particularly decent grades across the board. All A grades, as a matter of fact.
Being of a decent mind spared her from having to waste away over several decades plucking food in the orchid's that she would never taste. Instead she ended up being appointed to the role of a teacher's assistant at one of the local schoolhouses. Quite the impressive job for somebody at the age of fifteen.
The problems began when she was left in charge of a lesson while the assigned teacher had to temporarily leave due to his wife going into labour. Only the man's many years of spotless service granted him the one hour break he needed. At first Seeder was fine to do as she was told and continue the history lesson.
That all changed when she realised the Capitol approved textbook was a complete load of shit. What kind of a teacher would tell the next generation things like the Capitol being immortal, all knowing and benevolent? A single day in Eleven proved all of it was wrong. It was blatant brainwashing.
So, Seeder told the class exactly that and soon delved into her own 'custom lesson' with plenty of examples of the Capitol's corruption and murderous misdeeds.
She was promptly fired from her job and given a public whipping that left her bruised and bloody. But even when whimpering in agony she didn't take back anything she said or make an apology.
"You could take several whippings off of your sentence if you'd just publicly say you lied about the wise, benevolent Capitol," the Head Peacekeeper had suggested. "Just admit you're wrong and apologise."
Seeder gave the man a firm look.
"I'm not sorry," she said.
"…Start over," the Head Peacekeeper told the man holding the whip. "Fifty more lashings."
It was, all in all, a fail like none Seeder had ever experienced beforehand. A loss of her job, a loss of most of her friends – being near the loud-mouthed girl was dangerous after all – and now a miserable future of picking up rotted fruit awaited her.
All because she hadn't kept her mouth shut and, instead, decided to tell the truth.
E
Reaping day arrived like it always did: far too soon.
The youths entered their specific sections of the square of Eleven, lifeless and miserable. Gloom and terror were the emotions on display for the day, exactly the way that the Capitol wanted them to feel always and forevermore.
It was hard to have hope when it came to the Games. Only a single tribute from Eleven had ever won and he was hardly a well-liked figure. Few forgot the nasty deeds Bear Redfoot had done in his youth. Time did not heal all wounds, even in spite of the fact the sole victor from Eleven had not committed any offences in over fifteen years. He sat at his seat upon the stage, perfectly neutral. No danger about him.
Few would believe it, but he'd even been self-teaching himself psychology for several years now and was doing a damn fine job of it. He'd be well suited to help a victor through PTSD, much like he had for Teff on the rare occasions he saw her.
Of course, first of all he would have to bring home a Victor.
The first tribute reaped was a tiny girl from the twelve year olds section, openly wailing in despair as she approached the stage. Bear wasn't able to put any hope in a twelve year old winning. Everybody knew that tributes that young simply stood no chance…
"I volunteer!"
…But tributes aged seventeen certainly did. A new girl was making her way up towards the stage, her head held high and her fists balled. Thin and a bit bruised though she may have been – likely gang wars, a common enough story - she had a fire inside her that Bear couldn't ignore.
She had a chance. All he had to do was work out why she had volunteered, given she had claimed zero relation to the small girl who had by now ran off into the arms of her mother.
The boy who was reaped had no such saviour, the bitter and angry seventeen year old doing nothing aside from spitting at the escort when the man asked him how he was feeling.
Most would feel worried if they volunteered their way into the Hunger Games for any reason aside selfish glory and greed, and even then nerves were not unheard of. Seeder certainly felt a bit nervous, but at the same time she truly regretted nothing.
Her family had died out over the winter and nobody wanted to speak to the girl who questioned the Capitol and got publicly flogged. Between a worthless life of picking up rotten fruit for disposal and being able to spare one innocent person, one who'd been in that class all those years ago, the choice was pretty obvious.
All the same, Seeder did not want to die. But with a near certainty of zero sponsors and a poor reputation it seemed like she was doomed one way or the other. This was merely putting the inevitable on fast forward.
She felt like a complete failure.
She expected to get zero visitors.
She was wrong and certainly glad for it. The little girl she saved, Pip Applebee, came in with all her family to show gratitude and support to Seeder for saving her life. Despite how grave the situation was looking, Seeder couldn't call it a total failure.
She did, after all, have a few people cheering her on.
D
The parade was a flop for Eleven as it tended to be almost every year. It was simply impossible to compete against the amazing costumes worn by the tributes of One and Two when the Elevens were generally dressed as either apples, spuds or carrots. Seeder's spud costume didn't win her any favour, not that she had really wanted to gain the favour of the savage crowd.
She stayed up late during the first night at the Capitol, late enough for Bear to catch her watching TV at two in the morning. He sat beside her, turning off the TV in an instant.
"Do you mind?" Seeder asked, frowning.
"Let me guess, you've already given up?" Bear asked.
"…Hard not to. I'd rather live, but I've made these savages angry before now. It's gonna be likely they'd just ensure I die," Seeder shook her head. "I'm gonna try to binge watch every episode of Fiona and Lawrence before the Games begin."
Bear paused, thinking to himself on what he could say to the young women beside him.
"Help me catch up here. What did you do to anger them?" he asked.
"I was given control of a class for an hour and told the students the history books were bullshit. Everybody knows the Capitol is full of shit, head to toe." Seeder shrugged, nonplussed. "I just said what we were all thinking."
"I see. So, you think that you cannot win because what you said made them mad?" Bear persisted.
"Pretty much. Life out there wasn't much better though; I just made the inevitable arrive faster," Seeder reached for the remote, only for Bear to move it out of her reach. "Hey!"
Bear laughed in response. He laughed until he noticed that his tribute looked like she wanted to throttle him.
"Seeder, I punched my escort, destroyed plenty of furniture on the train ride and caused so much trouble in the training centre that the Head Gamemaker had me poisoned before the Games even began," Bear looked Seeder right in the eyes. "If I can win after that, so can you."
"…You were poisoned?" Seeder repeated, stunned.
"Right before launch, yes. I had one hundred hours to win or I'd have died. Surprised nobody in Eleven really thought to ask about why I was so full of panic for the entire Games," Bear shrugged, calm. "Well, not like I can be too mad. The information never got out."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Seeder asked, curious.
"First of all, who'd believe me? I was a total monster all those years ago," Bear exhaled, shamefaced. "…Besides, whether or not anybody did, Orion made clear that he'd kill one eighth of Eleven's population if I did. It was no choice really. I kept my mouth shut."
Seeder didn't respond. Her mind was abuzz with a wide array of thoughts, her initial viewpoints on her mentor starting to change. This wasn't the hell raiser she'd be warned about growing up.
"So, what do I do?" Seeder eventually asked. "How are we gonna win these Games?"
"Think you have a shot now, hm?" Bear sounded amused.
"I didn't do anything half as bad as you and you still won. I think I have a shot after all," Seeder crossed her arms, a tough looking smirk on her face. "What do I do first?"
"Train and train hard," Bear said, serious as could be.
That's exactly what Seeder ended up doing. Throughout the three days of training she lifted weights, learnt about correct usage of spears, paid close attention to everything first aid trainer had told her about and made sure to make the effort to swing by the edible bugs training station, a place avoided by the other tributes.
Seeder hoped that the effort would pay off, especially due to the career pack being quite tough this year and being made up of six members, the Twos having made the decision to recruit the girl from Five and boy from Four. The Ones weren't happy about it but, regardless, were fine to go along with it… for now. Seeder had no such alliances, not even with her own District partner Viner.
Seeder ended up scoring a measly five. Not even halfway to the currently never-attained score of twelve. Bear noticed her bitterness and placed a hand upon her shoulder.
"Four is good," Bear assured her. "In fact, so is a two when you think about it. Gwenith only scored a two and ended up as the victor. Anything could happen."
"Anything could happen," Seeder repeated. "Anything… anything…"
Seeder had a hard time not imaging just how many awful ways to die were encompassed under 'anything'. Sure, there were theoretically infinite ways to win but the same could be said of the number of ways to lose.
Things were certainly below what Seeder could call average, but at least she felt a tad more hope than she had back in the judgement building. There was a chance that she could win and she was going to do whatever it took to make sure it happened.
C
After the intensity of the previous year and how it had almost gone horrifically wrong the new Gamemaker team had decided to dial things back a bit to ensure such an almost-disaster wouldn't possibly happen again. The arena of the thirty third Hunger Games lacked mutts of any sort, the issues with those of the last Games too great to allow for any to show up for at least a year or two.
In fact, the Thirty Third arena seemed to be made to ensure that things were more or less the opposite of the Thirty Second's arena. No mutts, not a trace of urban terrain, absolutely zero viruses with metamorphic properties and plenty of food provided around the arena. The whole place was really just one massive fruit orchid. Apple trees, pear trees and much more grew all over the place in the miles wide arena with crisp, soft grass underfoot of the tributes.
The easy access to food, and the quartet of lakes within the arena, suggested a Games less about survivalist and more about pure combat. A year set up for loyalist Careers to thrive and the weaker Outliers to die.
This would have been the case, had it not been for Helm from One tripping over his shoelaces. His stylist had forgotten to die them mere minutes prior, leading to the hulking brute falling off the pedestals to his explosive death. It had happened rather close to the countdown, momentarily making the career pack freeze and giving the outliers precious time to make a desperate charge into the fray.
It was hardly enough time, however. Ten seconds gave the outliers a chance to garb supplies and perhaps a weapon, but not long enough to run away with their haul. The pack was still faster, bigger and stronger than they were. Lacking weapons the careers decided to do things in the oldest way known to humanity: fisticuffs.
The agonised cries and screams quickly broke out after that, as did numerous bruises and splashes of blood. The ghastly sight was enough to have Seeder about ready to throw up and flee for her life. But temptation was a strong thing in the arena and the sight of a golden backpack was too much for her to resist.
Seeder soon cursed herself for not knowing other tributes would be making a charge for it as well. She found herself locked into an alternation with the boy from Six for the backpack. Both teens grappled and yelled, pulling hard in a desperate struggle for the bounty. All the while other fights raged on and the corpses of seven bloodstained tributes lay around.
The boy from Six gained advantage before long, kicking Seeder to the ground. He didn't have a chance to raise up his axe before he collapsed on his side, moaning in agony. A long knife was lodged right into his back. A distance behind him was the girl from One, eyeing Seeder smugly.
Seeder leapt to the side to avoid the second knife and scrambled away as fast as he legs could carry her, only stopping to grab up a smaller sized teal duffel bag on the ground, still stained with the blood of the dead boy from Eight who lay crumpled beside it.
By the time the Gamemakers fired the cannons for the twelve dead tributes Seeder had made it a distance of four miles away and had reached one of the four lakes. She panted, gasped and wheezed, her lungs burning and begging for water.
She threw caution to the wind, drinking right from the stream until she felt like she was about to puke the water back out again.
"Ok, what did I get?" Seeder muttered, rummaging through the duffel back.
It wasn't a particularly great hoard of supplies. Indeed, hoard wasn't the correct word here – handful seemed more accurate – because all Seeder had was a flimsy knife, a tiny box containing three matches, a pair of fingerless gloves and a bone dry metal bottle.
"At least food won't be an issue, or water," Seeder remarked, gazing at the area around her.
Seeder began to harvest apples off of a nearby tree feeling that, all things considered, things could've been better and could've been worse as well. She may have gotten a throbbing bruise on her leg from where she'd been kicked, but at least a painful bruise was better than a nasty cut.
Her first day in the arena was perfectly average.
B
It was quickly apparent that this was going to be a relatively short and violent Hunger Games. The lack of mutts and the readily available food and water kept the tributes in relatively good shape, thus ensuring that they could keep moving around quicker than in most Games and therefore increase the likelihood of fights breaking out with all combatants able to put up some kind of a show whether they lived or died.
Such had been the case on the morning of the second day when the Careers worked quickly to travel around and butcher the girls from Nine and Twelve. The afternoon contained similar action when Seeder came across the girl from Four, though the fast paced battle had ended without death as the fisher girl ended up fleeing for her life with a nasty cut torn open in her thigh.
Seeder watched as the girl tripped over, dirt getting into the wound, and soon rose again to sprint into the thickest part of the orchid.
"That's infection right there. Kills just as easy as a sword and a hell of a lot more painfully," Seeder said to herself, turning the other way. "The job's already done; she just doesn't know it yet."
Seeder glanced back for a moment, a spark of inspiration slowly igniting within her. With a score of four it was clear that long, drawn out combat wasn't the most ideal way for her to win. But, even after years of picking up rotten fruit and losing her future, Seeder's mind was intact.
She knew how to weaken her opponents. She'd already done it to the girl from Four, had she not? All she needed to do was gather up some dirt and ensure she could land a good stab upon the others who came her way.
Seeder spent the better part of an hour digging into the grassy ground and filling up her duffel bag with all manner of dirt. Before long the duffel bag, or the 'infection bag' as Seeder dubbed it, was ready to be put to the test. The only thing left to do was finding a tribute to serve that purpose.
Not the sort to go looking for trouble, Seeder kept to the lake. Hidden amongst a large growth of tall grass she remained out of sight of all other tributes who happened to come past the area.
All aside from the boy from Twelve. The gangly miner boy, having nothing to lose and being the reckless sort of teen, tried to go for Seeder in hopes of winning over a bloodthirsty sponsor or two.
The fight was short and savage. Seeder took a stab to her left shoulder, a bad one at that, but the boy from Twelve had a gash opened in his chest. As he stumbled, reeling in immense pain, Seeder put the infection bag to use. The dirt cloud that erupted around the miner boy made it easy for Seeder to make her escape and furthermore ensured that the boy's wound would swiftly become infected. Both he and the girl from Four were both dead kids walking.
Seeder's main issue was clear, however. The career pack. The five of them continued to prowl around in search of prey, all of them easily sustained on the fruit of the orchid and the water they'd gotten from the Cornucopia, lakes and sponsors. Taking them on at once was suicide.
Hidden away amongst a separate patch of bushes one mile south of her previous hiding spot, Seeder lay awake. How was she to overcome the pack all by herself? It was too late to form a new alliance with one of the four – or, as the cannon confirmed, three – remaining outliers. What other card was there left to be played?
Seeder remained awake long into the night, refilling the infection bag and trying to work out what she could possibly do to get out of this plight and towards the victor's crown.
Two cannons that boomed throughout the night, both for the tributes she'd infected, didn't provide answers but did at least give her hope. She was close to home and only one major, major obstacle remained.
A
Time crawled by to the sixth day, during which Seeder was moving around between hiding places so much that her legs were beginning to burn from within. She was exhausted, even with the plentiful food and water. So tired, in fact, that it felt somehow worse than a knife to her knees.
But she was alive, a fact that only six other tributes could still claim. The careers and the particularly elusive boy from Three. Seeder had briefly came across the small boy, sparing him when he'd convinced her that if one of them kill the other they'd only ensure their deaths at the hands of the career pack later on.
The arena was massive per the norm and the fact two tributes moved around solo while the rest were in one big group… it slowed things down considerably, making it easy for Seeder and Ratchet from Three to survive as the hours went by. Before long the moon hung up high in the fake sky, another day ending as the anthem displayed the words the Capitol citizens hated to see.
'No Fallen Tributes'
Seeder didn't have even five minutes of peace. A cannon fired not long after the anthem had ended and, though Seeder wouldn't know for sure who had bitten the dust until the next day, she had a strong feeling it was just her against the pack of five.
She didn't like the feeling at all.
The silence of the night was broken when the sound of an intercom being switched on hummed across the orchid arena.
"ATTENTION. ATTENTION TRIBUTES," boomed the voice of the temporary Head Gamemaker of the year, Bartimus Bronx. "A HEARTY CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU ALL FOR MAKING IT TO THE FINAL SIX. AS A REWARD FOR YOUR EFFORTS OF SURVIVAL AND COURAGE A FEAST SHALL BE HELD AT THE CORNUCOPIA AT DAWN. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT YOU ATTEND. GOOD LUCK, AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR!"
The announcement all but confirmed anybody who did not attend the Feast was essentially signing their own death warrant. For several terrible minutes Seeder felt all of her hope slip away. How could she possibly take on the pack at the same time?
She eventually calmed down and began to sprint in the direction of the distant Cornucopia, a thought occurring to her. She didn't have to fight the pack at once, just live long enough for one of them to attack a tribute who was not her.
She knew how she was going to pull it off.
Dawn arrived quicker than Seeder expected, though whether time seemed faster because of her nerves or due to the Gamemakers speeding things up was impossible for her to answer. She could only hope the Feast would start soon; she needed to take cover.
Much more specific cover than her spot crouched behind a stack of unopened crates within the golden Cornucopia.
As the earliest rays of dawn shone down upon the horn of plenty the ground in front of the Cornucopia separated. From the ground rose a pristine, wooden table with a silver cloth covering it. The table was filled up with bowls of warm soup, toasty fresh bread, sharp swords, bottles of crystal clear water and even a jar of strawberry bonbons.
Seeder ignored it all as she bolted from the Cornucopia and under the table. She remained there, perfectly still and barely daring to breath. Her continued existence relied upon her remaining undetected.
Five minutes went by before the pack arrived. They moved around the table, oblivious to Seeder's presence, and split their focus between eating, drinking and keeping an eye out for the last remaining tribute outside their alliance.
"We should split off into two groups," the girl from Two suggested. "We'd find her faster if we covered more ground. She'll be somewhere nearby. Maybe even watching us now."
"So long as I get to cut her I honestly don't care what we do," the boy from Two replied, letting out a content sigh. "Damn, this soup is fine."
"Why don't we just fight it out right now. That girl scored a four," the arrogant girl from One added. "Whoever wins out of all of us could take her out. Back me up Four."
"It's Finbarr, not 'Four'," muttered the fisher boy. "I think there's safety in numbers… but if you're looking for a four on one battle…"
"Leave me out of this," muttered the girl from Five. "I'm not fighting anybody until we work out where that last tribute is."
It went on like this for several long minutes. The pack remained oblivious to how close Seeder was to them and their tempers only began to worsen as the pressure continued to mount.
Seeder remained knelt down in silence, keeping a careful ear out to know exactly where all five pack members were located. She waited and waited until, after a full hour, Finbarr and the girl from One were in a screaming match to Seeder's left. They stood so close to one another that their noses were almost touching.
Seeder made her move when the Finbarr told the girl from One to not touch him unless she wanted a swift death.
Seeder kicked out her foot at Finbarr's own. In his angered state he had believed the rich girl of the Luxury District had done so. Seeder resumed her silence as the fisher boy drove his knife closer and closer to the career girl's neck. At the same time the Twos exchanged a silent agreement that the alliance was done and tackled the girl from Five before she could scream.
It was absolute carnage for the viewers to witness as the cannons confirmed the deaths of Minx and Sawyer. A third cannon soon confirmed that the gigantic boy from Two was dead, having been critically wounded when, in her final moments, Sawyer had rammed a throwing spike right into his heart.
The fisher boy and the quarry girl circled each other around the table ten times before either spoke a single word.
"Let's wait for the other one," the girl suggested. "In previous years outliers have won because they jumped the gun and killed each other too early. We should stay together for now."
"I'm an outlier two, you know," reminded Finbarr. "…But, agreed. If she's not here soon then the Gamemakers will probably just force her over."
He hissed, muttering about the gash across the right of his chest. The girl from Two echoed similar curses over the nasty open wounds on her left arm.
Seeder took the chance to make her, hopefully, winning move.
She burst out from under the table and bashed the girl from Two to the ground before she could react. Finbarr readied his spear but he'd barely readied it for a quick lunge before Seeder set off the infection bag for a third and final time. He and the quarry girl shouted and yelled from the nasty feelings of the dirt filling up their wounds.
"Kill her!" the Two girl roared, struggling to grab for her fallen cutlass.
Finbarr made a solid try, almost hitting Seeder with his spear. He missed and the chase was on.
The nation watched in wonder as, for the next forty minutes, Seeder ran for her life throughout the orchid with the two remaining members of the pack in hot pursuit. She wheezed, gasped and moaned from the horrid feelings of exhaustion but willed herself to keep running. She's landed the final blow already, all she had to do was let time to the rest for her. So long as the other tributes did not catch her she would be able to win.
The quarry girl dropped first, half an hour into the chase, infection finally setting in. The dirt had entered her bloodstream and was quickly shutting her down for good. Seeder and Finbarr didn't hear the canon, both in too much pain from sheer fatigue as they staggered on without the fallen career girl.
Seeder dropped first, physically unable to run any further. Finbarr made it within ten steps of her before he, too, collapsed to the ground. For twenty minutes the tributes lay in pure agony, hardly holding on. Finbarr's infection was horrid but Seeder had pushed herself almost to the point of a heart attack.
Sure-fire infection kills better than an almost heart attack and that was why Finbarr did not live to hear the trumpets of Victory. Seeder was too tired to physically make her way to the ladder of the hovercraft, instead having to be gently taken on board by the claw of the hovercraft.
Seeder won via weaponised infection, but to her this was merely the beginning. She'd gone from rock bottom to finally having something resembling a second chance of making something of herself. After surviving the agony of the arena she knew what she wanted to be, even moreso than a teacher.
A rebel. One to help those who couldn't help themselves, one to do their part to ensure that the Capitol would eventually burn, one to teach youths right from wrong and one to do anything it took for the greater good. Seeder never regretted her choice to rebel in any way she could, regardless of the cost it required of her.
A little over four decades later when the Victor Quell came about and Seeder lay bloody and broken on the rocky island of the Cornucopia, the handsome man from One moments away from bringing down a sharp axe into her chest, she still didn't regret it.
The handsome man, however, regretted it… but that's another story.
"She did her District proud," Katniss said, saluting Seeder's imprinted face.
"That she did," Peeta agreed.
The pair continued down the street and soon enough came by the next face on the ground. The face of a very shy boy looked back at them, seeming particularly flustered. His hair was sleek and cut short, while his nose appeared point. Bushy eyebrows and several freckles completed the look of the lowest scoring victor of them all.
"The boy who scored a one," Peeta noted.
"What an accidental legend Snag was, just like Chassis one," Katniss remarked, starting to smirk.
A few moments passed before the pair burst into laughter at the thought of the absolute humiliation the Capitol had suffered in the disastrous Thirty Fourth Hunger Games.
There we go, Seeder's tale has been told! Like I said, I've always felt she could've done more in Catching Fire so hopefully I did her justice here. Plus, I kinda always found it odd that in the movies we are told infection is killer but it never really happens. So, figured it'd be fun to explore infection based murders as part of a Victor's strategy. Hopefully it was a decent read for you all. Stay tuned, some serious carnage looms near! :D
Stats
District 1: Peridot Gaudy (8th Games), Crystal McCree (14th Games), Bronze Marley (19th Games), Crown Martins (24th Games), Dollar Dettwieller (32nd Games)
District 2: Baron Overwhill (4th Games), Runa Peace (7th Games), Olga Machete (10th Games), Rook Valiant (17th Games), Boulder Atherston (20th Games), Vercingetorix Carnby (25th Games), Dragon Batofel (27th Games)
District 3: Honorius Perthshire (5th Games), Pi Orbit (22nd Games)
District 4: Museida Selkirk (3rd Games), Mags Flanagan (11th Games), Tide Luther (23rd Games)
District 5: Shunt Gaspar (12th Games), Isobel Sparks (18th Games), Crimson Flanders (29th Games)
District 6: Chassis Macalister (31st Games)
District 7: Pliny Aransio (2nd Games), Fir Buzz (9th Games), Jack Tylos (21st Games)
District 8: Woof Casino (16th Games), Paige Murphy (30th Games)
District 9: Mizar Aldjoy (1st Games), Gwenith Rosebud (13th Games), Teff Withers (28th Games)
District 10: Stallion March (26th Games)
District 11: Bear Redfoot (15th Games), Seeder Howell (33rd Games)
District 12: Duke Saint-Rose (6th Games)