THE SEVENTY FIRST ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES
"All That Glitters"


INTRODUCTION

After the flood fiasco of the year prior, Head Gamemaker Falcon Thorne "retired" under the pressure of his peers, and, most of all, the dastardly President Snow, who kept the throat of the nation strangled for another year, sending his best peacekeepers to silence rebellion and drain the bank accounts of the districts. While his career hadn't been the longest (Falcon held the steering wheel of the games ship for a meager five years, whereas the retired Feodore Elliot held the position for ten) he had been responsible for some of the most thrilling games yet, and he would be missed. As the seventy-first Hunger Games rolled around, it became urgent that a new head gamemaker be selected to fill the vacated post, and there was no clear-cut winner. In his time as head gamemaker, Falcon had preferred to treat each of the minor gamemakers equally, giving each a different job to do as the games transpired. This was virtually unheard of, as most head gamemakers preferred to have a second-in-command who would take over once they retired. It was customary that the president of Panem select the new head gamemaker, and after sorting through the hundreds of auditions he announced the name of the new head gamemaker to all. Celesta Mirthe was a very young woman, scarcely thirty years old, and she was very pretty, with piercing blue eyes and golden-blonde curls. Celesta was very much a lover of fantasy, liking the unseen and unseeable, and this would most certainly show in her first arena. She quickly appointed her gamemaker team, and construction of the arena began shortly after as the Capitol waited with anticipation and terror festered the districts in slow succession.

The careers were a bunch of screwballs this year. District 1 was the only district that provided two well-trained careers. The boy was actually one of the poorer citizens of District 1, but he was muscular from working in the jewel mines and very handsome and resilient, and he was quite funny and calming. The girl was all-in-it-for-the-honor and was constantly sticking to the typical career formula, seeing it as a way to honor the tributes that had taken the path before her and forge her own path toward victory. There was a major mishap in District 2 this year. The designated male volunteer, eighteen-year-old Clayton Tipspin, freaked out at the reaping and didn't volunteer. As a result, a smaller and weaker boy who only scored a six was sent into the games. In a bout of district chivalry, the girl broke away from the career pack vowing to protect her district partner and bring him home. Heavy storms battered District 4 for the few weeks leading up to the reaping, and as a result the academy had to call off the selection process of a male and female volunteer. Despite never being trained, the reaped boy scored a seven with his trident talents, as well as his skills with traps and the like, and he was decently good-looking. The District 4 girl was the one who stole the show this year. She had been training for the games since the age of five and refused to let the stupid storms stand between her and victors' row. This Rilletta girl assembled a small raft and paddled over the churning floodwaters for nearly five hours to reach the academy, where she stood submerged to the chest and refused to leave until the academy would guarantee her place as a volunteer. She was so feisty and edgy that the gamemakers were forced to hand her an eleven, and she was stunningly beautiful and very dangerous. The training scores of the careers weren't the best. The pack's three members earned an eleven, a ten, and a nine. As for the three not in the pack, a nine, a seven, and a six were scored.

There was a decent outlier crop this year, and there were many unique personalities and memorable tributes. Pumpkin from 11 was the first outlier in years to score a nine. He was over six feet tall and muscular, and he was extremely skilled with sickles and scythes. The 11 boy also had a wide range of survival skills stretching from water purification to fire starting to identifying edible bugs. Elmer from 7 earned an eight, though it was almost a nine; he was one of 7's more charming and charismatic tributes, and he was their steadfast classic, liking hatchets and axes. Sevens were earned by Cordaire from 3, Franco and Ireland from 9, and Vicuña from 10. The rest of the tributes scored between six and three in their private sessions. There was a single volunteer outside of the careers. Mekhi from District 5, who volunteered out of desperation. She was ill with terminal cancer, and she knew that her only hope of treatment was to win the games. Here are the tributes:

District 1: Jewelson West, 17, (10) 4-1 and Khlassa Patton, 17, (9) 5-1

District 2: Fletcher Sanders, 16 (6) 20-1 and Junia Bailey, 18, (9) 6-1

District 3: Pixello Shepherd, 15, (4) 33-1 and Cordaire Vick, 18, (7) 15-1

District 4: Coast Danielson, 18, (7) 11-1 and Rilletta Cillate, 18, (11) 3-1

District 5: Steem Hidalgo, 18, (6) 19-1 and Mekhi Kirk, 16, (5) 24-1

District 6: Chassis Lott, 15, (5) 26-1 and Gasoline Delegarza, 14, (3) 48-1

District 7: Elmer Redmond, 16, (8) 9-1 and Johanna Mason, 18, (4) 31-1

District 8: Cloth Alford, 14, (5) 25-1 and Theodora Nott, 13, (3) 52-1

District 9: Franco Brannon, 18, (7) 15-1 and Ireland Sanborn, 17, (7) 14-1

District 10: Joey Mccrary, 12, (5) 27-1 and Vicuña Bartholomew, 17, (7) 13-1

District 11: Pumpkin Venegas, 18, (9) 6-1 and Sun Abreu, 16, (4) 34-1

District 12: Nyckell Keene, 17, (4) 33-1 and Bluebell Ripley, 18, (5) 23-1

HGBO Bets: 19% on Rilletta, 13% on Jewelson, 12% on Khlassa and Junia, 7% on Pumpkin and Elmer, 5% on Coast, 3% on Cordaire, Franco, Ireland, and Vicuña, 2% on Steem, Mekhi, Chassis, Cloth, Joey, and Bluebell, 1% or less on Pixello, Gasoline, Johanna, Theodora, Sun, and Nyckell.


THE GAMES

The arena this year was a surreal place to even imagine, and seeing it come to life as a Hunger Games arena was the crowning moment of Celesta's career. At first glance, the arena seemed like a normal backyard spring garden. There were colorful flowers everywhere, and planter boxes, trowels, and pots of seeds were strewn all over the place. It was only when the tributes would enter it that everyone would realize how strange it was. Everything was massive; the petals of the flowers were easily two meters long, and the plants towered over the tributes like trees. This gave the tributes the impression that they were the sizes of ants. The mutts of the arena almost entirely consisted of bugs; everything from dragonflies to ladybugs called the arena home, and the bugs were the size of the tributes. Water could easily be obtained via the many small lakes and streams around the arena, and all of it was safe to drink. Rainfall was also plentiful, and it was safe to drink as well. Food and water would not be of concern for the tributes this year.

Confusion reflected on the faces of the players as they saw the arena for the first time. Many of them couldn't tell if they had become smaller or if everything else had become bigger, and many of them outstretched their arms as if checking that they were in their original flesh. They all felt like little ants in the garden that was the arena, and twenty-three of them would be smushed before the victor was crowned. When the gong rang, a single tribute fled the bloodbath: Chassis from 6 didn't want to risk running into the fray and instead decided to take his chances with what he could find into the arena. As Chassis fled into the jumble of giant garden plants, the other twenty-three tributes surged toward the cornucopia.

Rilletta grinned roguishly as her fingers wrapped around the sleek trident she had requested from the gamemakers. Twirling sharply on her heel, she hurled the trident at a nearby girl. The girl screamed as the points of the weapon dug into her chest, and Rilletta ran to her side to retrieve her trident as the bloodbath began in earnest.

Mekhi Kirk, District 5 Female: 24th, Killed by Rilletta, Bloodbath

Khlassa had been passing her spear anxiously between her hands for a minute or so when a weaker girl ran right into her by accident, knocking her to the ground. The outlier screamed as Khlassa rolled out from underneath her, and the next moment Khlassa was shoving her spear into her chest with admirable poise. Blood flew everywhere, and the 1 girl moved on quickly in pursuit of more victims.

Bluebell Ripley, District 12 Female: 23rd, Killed by Khlassa, Bloodbath

Jewelson picked up the youngest tribute in these games and threw him to the ground like nothing. The small boy groaned and tried to get to his feet, but he wasn't fast enough. Jewelson snatched up two nearby serrated knives and shoved them into his chest in rapid succession, and the only twelve-year-old in the seventy-first Hunger Games died shortly thereafter.

Joey Mccrary, District 10 Male: 22nd, Killed by Jewelson, Bloodbath

Having wrenched her trident out of the deceased Mekhi's chest, Rilletta fluidly attacked her next victim. Two dark-haired boys were tussling over a butter-yellow pack nearby, and they were so preoccupied that they didn't notice Rilletta until it was too late. The vicious career girl thrust her trident's three prongs into the abdomen of the first boy, and he bled out as the other boy (Pixello from 3) fled screaming.

Nyckell Keene, District 12 Male: 21st, Killed by Rilletta, Bloodbath

Khlassa made her second and third kills in rapid succession. Two rather foolish girls were trying to kill her under a flag of truce, but they had no hope of triumphing over the girl that had been training for years. One of the girls stumbled and cursed, and the next instant Khlassa had plunged the point of her spear into her chest. She staggered to the ground, knocking down the other outlier girl in her descent, and Khlassa made quick work of her with one more thrusting movement of her weapon.

Sun Abreu, District 11 Female: 20th, Killed by Khlassa, Bloodbath

Gasoline Delegarza, District 6 Female: 19th, Killed by Khlassa, Bloodbath

In an act of unwavering district loyalty, Junia from 2 refused to leave the side of her district partner Fletcher. A very wiry girl nearby had armed herself with a belt of throwing knives, and she crept toward Fletcher, wanting to kill him to make a splash and impress sponsors. Before she could, however, Junia noticed, and she threw herself between the girl and Fletcher. The girl was dead as Junia worked two knives of her own into her neck, and she gurgled loudly before falling with a loud noise.

Cordaire Vick, District 3 Female: 18th, Killed by Junia, Bloodbath

Only one more death would occur before the bloodbath was over. Junia and Fletcher were fleeing north, but Rilletta intercepted them, not wanting them to escape and pull off an Iuna Mosier-like gambit. Rilletta cackled as she wrestled Junia to the ground. Junia screamed, "Go! Go!" and Fletcher fled screaming as Rilletta slid the prongs of her trident into the 2 girl's neck. She had died to protect her district partner.

Junia Bailey, District 2 Female: 17th, Killed by Rilletta, Bloodbath

Those were the only deaths to occur that day. Jewelson, Khlassa and Rilletta got along well, and they armed themselves to the teeth. Given the pack had only three members this year, they didn't waste time dilly-dallying at the horn. They left Jewelson behind and went out to hunt, but less than a minute later Khlassa fell into a small hole and sprained her ankle. Rilletta had to practically drag the 1 girl back to the horn, and they refrained from hunting for the remainder of the first day while Khlassa healed. Fletcher fled screaming after witnessing Junia sacrifice herself for him, and after about an hour he climbed up a tall flower and rested in the center, gently swaying back and forth. He was supply-less, and it wasn't very responsible of him to be relaxing aimlessly while he could have been gathering food. Pixello forayed the north end of the garden. He found a hole like a cubby in the side of the hill, and he crawled inside. The hole was infested with human-sized bugs, and Pixello darted out of the hole screaming with the dragonfly mutts trailing behind. It was hours before he lost them, and he collapsed beside a stream, taking a few sips before falling asleep from exhaustion. Coast munched on rye bread as he jogged over the soil of the garden, ducking behind flowers and other plants whenever he heard noises. Once he'd eaten about half of his loaf, he rested beside a tree sapling that was easily his height. Steem had a spear and a magenta-colored pack, and he found a small hole that may have once been inhabited by an earthworm or other creature. He smeared his pack with dirt to make it stand out less before cramming himself and his supplies into the hole for the night. Chassis, the only tribute to avoid the bloodbath, ventured south, and it wasn't long before he found himself at a thin stream barely the width of his hand. He took a few sips and wiggled down into the gigantic pebbles near the stream, somewhat uncomfortable from rubbing against the stones. Elmer, the second highest scoring outlier, was weaponless, but he impressed the sponsors by slaying a ladybug mutt with his bare hands at three in the afternoon. An impressed sponsor sent the 7 boy a hatchet, and the pleased tribute fell in a ditch veiled by flowers and overgrowth. Johanna was surprisingly well-off for someone with such a low score; her collection included a hatchet, some beef jerky, and a packet of flammable powder. She settled by a small fountain and sipped the clear water greedily before going to bed. Cloth's only supplies were a fold-up spear and a thermos of water, and he had a cold. Knowing that the money would be better-spent later, his mentor Cecelia held back the medicine he so desperately wanted. The boy found a pond and leapt across the lily pads, falling asleep to the sound of lapping water. Theodora had originally been planning to flee the bloodbath at the start, but on a whim she'd grabbed up a stopwatch. She did random things with it, starting and stopping the time, as she wandered aimlessly through the garden. At nightfall, she found a porcelain pot filled with berries, and she climbed into the pot munching on the sweet fruit that was the size of her. Franco had been journeying east for quite some time when he found a birdhouse nailed to a small tree. He climbed inside and fell asleep, but he woke up screaming soon after. An enormous bluebird mutt had entered the birdhouse, and it was chirping and pecking at the seed. Franco coaxed it out over the course of nearly ten minutes, and he did his best to plug up the hole after that. The boy had a creepy habit of acting out his dreams, and in the throes of his nightmares he flailed his limbs around the porcelain birdhouse. Ireland munched on jam and some sponsored District 9 bread as she crept in an arbitrary direction. When night fell, her eyes landed on a planter box, and Ireland crawled inside, finding the sensation of the warm soil oddly soothing. Vicuña received a terrifying surprise when she unknowingly wandered into the midst of a pack of Venus Fly Traps. They all reached toward her in a struggle to eat her, and the girl fled crying. Pumpkin had a sickle and a handbook on insects. The handbook told him that most of the arena's insects were edible. He spent hours stalking a purple butterfly mutt through the garden before killing it, and he munched on the wings for the rest of the day. There was relative peace in the garden arena as day turned into night.

The second day was deathless, but it was not entirely uneventful. Khlassa's sprained ankle had healed by noon due to extensive medicine delivered by sponsors who wanted them to get hunting as soon as possible. Though she said she was fine, the others didn't want Khlassa hunting with her injury; the 1 girl reluctantly agreed to guard the horn, and Jewelson and Rilletta hunted. As the duo ventured away from the cornucopia, they started to get on each other's' nerves. Jewelson was the stereotypical joking and calming 1 boy, but Rilletta was more serious, and at one point she even threatened to kill him unless he stopped with his "career-less antics". She was joking, of course, but this still scared Jewelson enough to make him follow her commands for the rest of the day and stop fooling around. Around noon, they spotted a strong tribute, Franco. Grinning, the careers chased after him for nearly an hour. Finally, Franco wound his way back to the birdhouse that was his home. Franco was small enough to fit through the entrance of the birdhouse, but the muscular careers were not; his safe haven was inside the small porcelain structure.

Pixello woke at dawn beside the river he had fallen asleep next to, safe and sound. He was relatively content with a stable source of food from the plants and berries of the garden, but he knew it would be a big mistake to stay still. Pixello planned to head north after a quick breakfast; this did happen, but not in the way he expected. He munched on some berries and waded into the river. It turned out he had underestimated how fierce the water currents would be; Pixello was swept off his feet, and in seconds he was being carried north down the river. He fought his way back to shore, but he wasn't strong enough. No amount of kicking and struggling of the small boy could save him. He came to a stop at the source of the river nearly twenty minutes later, but what he didn't know was that he was less than fifty yards from another tribute, Vicuña from 10. Pixello and Vicuña spotted each other often but didn't bother to investigate, as neither thought the other was worth bothering when there were so many tributes left.

Day 3 was one of the most eventful days of the seventy-first Hunger Games; it hosted three deaths, and the day was action-packed from start to finish. After two days, Chassis wandered away from his home at the riverside. Little did he know that just nearby, there was a swarm of nearly a hundred person-sized bug mutts trapped in a chamber tucked beneath two saplings. Chassis was wandering in the direction of the bug prison, and the gamemakers immediately silenced the bug mutts as he drew close, not wanting him to be scared off by their buzzing and humming. It was rigged so that when Chassis pulled on a small vine, the rocky foundation of the chamber would collapse, and the bugs would be unleashed onto the arena. The chorus of the bugs' humming started up once more, but it was so quiet that Chassis wasn't sure if the noise was merely a figment of his imagination or not. Walking toward the sound to investigate, he tugged back the rigged vine, and all hell broke loose.

The swarm of nine or so dozen dragonflies, ladybugs, and bumblebees came bursting out of their prison, and Chassis staggered backward, dumbfounded with shock. A dragonfly whose tail was as long as his torso darted toward him, and the boy made a beeline for the riverside, where he could leap into the water and avoid death from the massive mutts. Sadly, he couldn't reach it in time. He tripped on a root and fell flat onto his face, and he was overwhelmed by the swarm of insects in seconds. They beat at him with their wings and nipped a little at his flesh, and Chassis died swiftly, the first to experience the wrath of the released insect mutts as they tore over the arena.

Chassis Lott, District 6 Male: 16th, Killed by Insect Muttations, Day 3

Fletcher heard the faint rumble of the swarm and set down the rock he was sharpening. For days, he'd been fashioning the stone into the perfect weapon; it was a remarkably effective method of taking his mind off of the dead Junia, and it was fun enough anyway. Fortunately, he was one of the earliest noted of the invasion, and he had a sufficient amount of time to get to safety. Fletcher carried the rock with him, his only possession in the world, and booked it toward a small cave he'd discovered that he knew was safe. Fletcher rolled into the cave just in time, and the mutts desperately attempted to break through the earthen seal, to no avail. Fletcher crawled to the back of the cave, keeping on sharpening the knife-shaped stone in the dark.

Elmer of 7, the second strongest outlier, was warned of the oncoming siege by a sponsor note cryptically warning him to find a place flapping wings couldn't reach. Elmer was a clever boy, and he decoded the ciphered message in minutes. He heeded the warning. After mere minutes, he found a garden statue that looked like a weeping willow tree. He wiggled underneath it, holding onto the stem of the plant for extra stability as the mutts tried to get through the umbrella-shaped tree. It wasn't long before the bug mutts took the hint and abandoned ship, leaving Elmer alone. They had bigger fish to fry.

Pixello and Vicuña had been glancing at each other for most of the early part of the day when they finally got up the courage to propose an alliance. This was all less than fifteen minutes before the insect invasion, and they were sitting cross-legged getting to know each other when they saw the great swarm of bugs descending like a dark cloud. Pixello screamed and prepared to hide, but the logical Vicuña knew what to do. She pulled Pixello east, toward the Venus Fly Traps she'd discovered back on Day 1. The Venus Fly Traps swung their jaws around, eating up the bugs as they tried to attack the allies. The swarm was scared away quickly, the allies unscathed.

But not everyone survived the attack. The portion of the pack that was hunting, Jewelson and Rilletta, were notified of the oncoming bevy of bugs too late to be saved. A sponsor sent them a note warning them of the mutts along with a dish of jelly, but the hungry duo simply discarded the note to eat the sugary snack. The duo cried out with shock as the humming grew louder and louder. Jewelson jokingly suggested aliens, but Rilletta did not find this funny. In fact, the 4 girl had switched into "battle mode". She was ready to kick some insect butt.

The first insect, a rather pretty ladybug, was easy work for Rilletta. She crunched its left wing under the prongs of her trident, and it hissed and crumpled to the soil of the garden, unable to move with its wing so elaborately damaged. Jewelson was killing off the bugs as well, but Rilletta was the star of the show. She was a killing machine, and she had a certain poise to her than only "eleveners" as they were called could display. Unfortunately, the story didn't end well for her ally. While Rilletta was occupied offing a fuzzy bumblebee mutt, two attractive emerald-green dragonflies rammed into Jewelson at the same time. The 1 boy fell screaming, but his shouts of agony were drowned out by the whining of the bug herd. Jewelson died from a combination of the dragonflies' venom and the nipping of the other bugs, and after his death the swarm departed to search for more meals.

Jewelson West, District 1 Male: 15th, Killed by Insect Muttations, Day 3

On the other side of the arena, the spiky-haired Johanna from 7 was up to something peculiar. She pulled out the flammable powder she'd grabbed from the cornucopia during the bloodbath and pulled it into an area veiled by vines so that none of the cameras could see her. The gamemakers tried to fly in a few drones to see what she was up to, but Johanna threw rocks at them to knock them out of the air.

The thirteen-year-old Theodora fled crying into her hands as soon as the swarm came into view. She knew the perfect hiding spot; her porcelain pot filled with berries. She used the handle of the pot like the rung of a ladder, and she hoisted herself into the pot, burrowing down into the sour red-colored berries. Theodora anxiously munched on the small fruits until the swarm passed.

Coast fell out of the sapling he was resting in as the swarm came into sight. Despite his dangerously late warning, he had a good chunk of time in which to find adequate safety. Coast knew that water would be his best friend; for obvious reasons, the mutts couldn't reach him if he was underwater, and he was a good swimmer having spent nearly two decades in 4. At first he was picky about where he swam, but as the insect mutts grew closer and the urgency heightened he knew he had to make his choice soon. He jumped into a smaller pool and quickly sank to the bottom. He didn't think the insect mutts were that smart; he had been planning to swim as far away as possible before coming up to breathe, rinse and repeat until the mutts were recalled by the gamemakers. The thing was, these mutts were smarter than Coast gave them credit for; they could see him moving under the surface of the water, and they followed him. At the opposite end of the pool, Coast broke the surface the same second a bumblebee stinger entered his neck. Shaking from the poison, Coast sank to the bottom, his lungs swelling and contracting, causing him to inhale nearly a gallon of water. Needless to say, he had drowned in less than a minute.

Coast Danielson, District 4 Male: 14th, Killed by Insect Muttations and Drowning, Day 3

Then, the only tribute left to face the mutts was Johanna Mason. She'd been working on that secret project of hers for nearly an hour when the swarm of giant insects arrived at her location, and she finished just in time to reveal her work to all. She held one stick in each hand, and each was coated in a thick layer of her flammable powder. For minutes, she'd been starting a fire, and as soon as she touched the points of her sticks to the flames they caught ablaze like torches. Johanna sped into the midst of the mutts and swung the brilliantly flaming sticks around and around, incinerating a ladybug's wing immediately. The smoke produced by the fire was enough to make several more insect mutts drop dead, and the others hissed somewhat cinematically, cringing at the smoke and fleeing as their mouths frothed with fury. The 7 girl kept on waving the flaming sticks like some kinds of magic wands, and she only stopped when the flammable powder had burnt out. By that time, the bodies of the mutts lay in shambles around her, and the lucky ones that had fled weren't coming back for her any time soon. Johanna collapsed on the spot, panting from exhaustion, but there was an undeniable grin on her young face. This was the first of many events that led the Capitol to believe she had not been showing her true potential in training.

Day 4 was not nearly as eventful. In the morning, Rilletta quickly returned to the horn. She'd been on the edge about whether to make the trip to the cornucopia the night prior, but had ended up deciding against it, warned by a sponsor that she should wait until the bug mutts were sedated for sure. Rilletta and Khlassa sat inside of the cornucopia and downed a sort of tea that Khlassa made from the petals of a few flowers; her parents were florists back in 1. The duo didn't hunt on the fourth day, and they were unsure how long they would be milling around before finally making a decision about hunting with a pack so small.

After pushing away the dead bodies of the bug mutts that surrounded her, Johanna went to great lengths to ensure that the flaming sticks were completely extinguished. From her years in 7, she knew how quickly fires could spread if left unnoticed for too long. She scored up the dirt around the area in search of any hot remnants, but her paranoia was quickly quelled with the reassurance that there wasn't going to be any fire, at least not today. At daybreak, Theodora wiggled upward through the jar of berries and tries to climb out. The problem was, the rim of the porcelain pot was too high, and the girl was trapped inside. Panicking, she tried to assemble the berries in a taller pile to hoist herself out, but any mound she tried to assemble merely tumbled under her weight. For the time being, Theodora was trapped in the pot. Come nightfall, she figured her worries would best be left to the next morning, so she wiggled once more to the bottom of the berry-filled jar for bed.

Day 4 was not deathless, however. Pumpkin from 11, despite having scored an astounding nine, had stayed mostly under the radar for the first three days, not wanting a target painted on the back when the crowd of tributes was so large. But now that there were fewer tributes alive in the arena, he figured it couldn't hurt to get in a few hours of hunting. Sickle at his side, he traipsed through the misty morning, searching for prey. It was less than five minutes before he found his victim. Out of the corner of Pumpkin's eye, he saw a bright flash of color: Steem's magenta-colored pack. The boy was resting in the small earthworm hole, awarding himself with a lie-in after a long day of work on Day 3, and he was helpless as Pumpkin approached. Steem was shocked into consciousness as the blade dug into his shoulder, and he screamed, struggling to escape the hole and make a run for it. Pumpkin wouldn't let him get away; in his panic, the boy jumped out of the hole, straight into his sickle. Pumpkin swallowed the small amount of bile that had come up his throat as Steem died in the course of about two minutes, and the 11 boy didn't stick around long after pilfering him of his meager supplies, including his magenta pack and its contents.

Steem Hidalgo, District 5 Male: 13th, Killed by Pumpkin, Day 4

The fifth day was much of the same. Celesta wasn't a head gamemaker who liked to draw games out beyond their natural length; any day she would prefer a shorter, burst-of-action games over a longer, les thrilling one.

The half of the tributes that were left woke up to a pleasant sensation on the morning of the fifth day: rain. Those who hadn't drunk in days rushed to fill whatever containers they had with the cool water. They chugged it down gratefully, and there wasn't much movement at first. The cameras had a bit of fun with Franco, who was absolutely certain that the rain was poisoned, and he refused to lay a finger wherever it collected. Perhaps the most humorous reaction came from Cloth from 8, who sprinted around the arena with his mouth facing-up, giggling with his jaws wide-open to allow the cool rainwater to pour in.

The rain was a blessing for the tributes, but after a while something started to happen oddly reminiscent of the games of the year prior—flooding. Ireland was the first tribute to experience the flooding. She was snoozing the warm morning away in her soil-laden planter box when water started sloshing onto her. While she was asleep, water had been building up around the planter box, and by the time she realized the urgency of the situation there were hundreds of feet to dry land. Fortunately, Ireland was a good swimmer, and she paddled to safety through the cold floodwaters. The rains brought out a sleeping dragonfly mutt that hadn't seen daylight since the start of the games, and it attacked Elmer somewhat out-of-the-blue. The 7 boy fended it off admirably quickly, earning him a sleeker hatchet and quite a handsome supply of food to last him for several days. Despite the occasional squelchy step, the tributes were happier than they'd been in a long time.

But one tribute was anything but happy. Theodora was resting in the bottom of her porcelain pot of berries when floodwaters rushed in. The level was rising at an alarmingly fast rate; while she was asleep, the pot had grown more and more submerged, and she only realized it as the rainwater spilled over the lip. She tried to wiggle her way up through the mound of berries and out of the pot but was overtaken in seconds. Once she was submerged, Theodora struggled to retain precious oxygen, but it was hopeless from the start. She was the only tribute to perish on the fifth day.

Theodora Nott, District 8 Female: 12th, Killed by Drowning, Day 5

The rest of the day passed swiftly. The cameras mostly focused on Johanna, and she moved frequently to keep from being forgotten, giving the gamemakers a lot to show. Now that the tribute count had been whittled down to eleven, Johanna was getting more and more confident; she seemed to have a sort of eagerness to do everything, and even her stride was happier somehow. All anyone knew was that this girl was a curious creature, but nobody could tell whether she was a weaker tribute or a stronger tribute masking her true potential behind a veil that consisted of her low training the score and the tears she'd wept in the pre-games. If she was trying to intrigue the audience, there was no doubt she was succeeding.

Day 6 was another one of the more eventful days in the arena; three deaths occurred between dawn and dusk, and the tribute count was shrunk from eleven to eight. Even though rainfall largely stopped, the floodwaters didn't recede; like a sponge, the earth had a limit of how much it could hold. Celesta's plan for her games was for the waters to rise and rise, gradually drawing the last few tributes to the arena's highest point—the cornucopia.

At noon, Cloth came to a stop on the shore of a lake that seemed familiar; it was the lake he'd seen after escaping the bloodbath all the way back on Day 1, having hopped over the lily pads to get to the center, which was guarded on all sides by water. Cloth remembered how fun it was to jump over the lily pads and wanted to try it again just for a bit of amusement to diffuse the stress of the games. Cloth stepped onto the first lily-pad, which was big enough to fit an elephant, and all was going well at first. He distributed his body weight rather well. When he stepped onto the second lily pad, however, there was a slip-up. Since it was far away, he had to use a one-foot-and-then-the-other approach rather than a both-feet-at-a-time one. When he set down his left foot, the lily pad immediately capsized, and the small boy was sent plunging down into the freezing cold pond. Hyperventilating, Cloth lunged to the surface and made a desperate attempt to get back aboard the lily pad. But with all of his weight on one side, it just kept flipping over and over. Cloth was a decent swimmer, but not a great one, and his death was the second consecutive drowning death in the games.

Cloth Alford, District 8 Male: 11th, Killed by Drowning, Day 6

Rilletta and Khlassa, the only two careers left in the games, had been milling around the cornucopia for days, unsure of what to do. The vicious and bloodthirsty Rilletta perpetually wanted to go hunting, but Khlassa kept warning her against it; she said it would be too risky for just one of their members to go hunting, as there would be a significantly lower chance of survival if their victims decided to fight back when there was only one member. A sponsor note urged them to make their decision soon, and Khlassa reluctantly agreed to let Rilletta go hunting by herself.

She'd been hunting for about three hours when the gamemaker gods found her a match, or, two matches, rather. The duo of Pixello and Vicuña had moved about a mile away from their original home after the flooding had covered the Venus Fly Traps, and they'd been living inside of a decorative garden statuette of a gnome house ever since. Rilletta spotted the house in the center of a clearing, and, grateful for a chance to rest, decided to eat her noon meal inside. Needless to say, there was a lot of terrified screaming as the 4 girl barged right in on the duo preparing lunch themselves. Pixello and Vicuña lunged for the windows. Fortunately, Rilletta hadn't been training her whole life to be slow; she had spider senses, and the fastest reflexes of a tribute 4 had seen in ages. Before Vicuña had reached safety, the prongs of Rilletta's trident were buried into her chest. She collapsed, and almost knocked down Pixello, but he slid out of the way, and to Rilletta's great displeasure managed to slip out of the window as his ex-ally bled out behind him.

Vicuña Bartholomew, District 10 Female: 10th, Killed by Rilletta, Day 6

Rilletta thundered out of the gnome house and stalked after the 3 boy, who was booking it toward a knot of saplings that would hide him from sight until he could catch his breath. Of course, the girl caught up to him in seconds. Pixello screamed as Rilletta grabbed him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten and hurled him back down like nothing. The damp, soil ground provided enough give that none of his bones were broken, but of course he wasn't in a state to help himself as the prongs of Rilletta's trident entered his chest.

Pixello Shepherd, District 3 Male: 9th, Killed by Rilletta, Day 6

That left the final eight: Khlassa Patton from District 1, Fletcher Sanders from District 2, Rilletta Cillate from District 4, Elmer Redmond and Johanna Mason from District 7, Franco Brennan and Ireland Sanborn from District 9, and Pumpkin Venegas from District 11.

Day 7 was the first deathless day since Day 2 nearly a week prior, and it was easily the most uneventful yet. In the morning, Rilletta left her gnome house and ventured back to the horn, where an angry Khlassa was waiting. Khlassa didn't like how her ally was taking all of the initiative, and she had a particularly distaste for Rilletta's bossy attitude. The 1 girl hadn't hunted in days and wanted to get out and about, doing what she'd been training for for years. Rilletta, who needed a rest, was glad to sleep off the morning at the horn while Khlassa went hunting. Her number one target was Fletcher from 2. The pack hadn't seen hide nor hair of him, and she was paranoid he was pulling off an Iuna Mosier, so she was determined to eliminate him from the competition as quickly as was possible. Fletcher refused to leave the flooded area of the arena, even when he was knee-deep in the floodwaters, and he rested and fed himself on water and a bit of sponsored food. Elmer kept hunting with his hatchet in hand, and at nightfall he settled in a hole in the side of a mound built around an enormous sunflower. Johanna was getting antsier by the hour, unable to stay still. Over the days, sponsors had sent her two twin hatchets and more food and water than she could consume in the longest Hunger Games in history. There was constant pressure from the sponsors and from her mentor to start hunting, but Johanna seemed to be waiting for something, and she would not budge until this something happened. Franco was solidifying his archetype as the most paranoid tribute in the games; he constantly glanced behind his back and jumped at the slightest sound, and he didn't eat anything without consulting his handbook on edible plants. He acted out his nightmares as much as ever, thrashing around and around in his sleep. Ireland ventured through the garden and stumbled across a bush that bore deadly nightlock berries. Knowing they could come in handy later, the girl scooped some of the berries into her pouch, wearing a pair of gloves to keep the lethal nightlock berries from touching her skin. Pumpkin took a break from hunting, and he pointed out stars and constellations to pass the nights and tracked the path of the moon and sun the days. A famous Capitol astronomer, Tanaquil Silverson, sponsored him a compass so he could find his way around more easily.

After the uneventful slip-up that was Day 7, Day 8 was greatly eventful, with three deaths. The first occurred in the early morning, hours before the sun rose. In one particularly horrible nightmare, Franco was rolling here and there, smearing his body from head to foot with soil. As it turned out, throughout the night he'd swallowed a lot of dirt, and he was expelling the foul contents of his stomach through both ends of his digestive system, groaning. He opened his mouth to scream, but couldn't; the bile had clogged his throat, and he awoke choking. Franco clawed at his throat, mind racing to think up a scheme to keep from choking, but with oxygen deprivation thinking clearly was becoming more and more difficult. Franco was dead in less than a minute, the first of the three to perish on the eighth day in the arena.

Franco Brannon, District 9 Male: 8th, Killed by Choking on his Own Bile, Day 8

Franco's cannon shot awoke most of the tributes and mutts of the arena, but most of them fell back asleep quickly. There was one exception: Khlassa from 1. She knew she'd been away from the horn for far too long, and she wanted to make the journey back in the cool of the night rather than the heat of day. Her journey was about halfway completed when she had a moment of sudden realization she was grateful occurred sooner than later. If she arrived at the cornucopia while Rilletta was still asleep, she might attack her, not recognizing her as her comrade and ally. Not wanting a slip-up like that to happen, Khlassa rested about a hundred yards away from the horn, quietly whistling traditional District 1 tunes to keep her occupied as the gem of the sun rose into the sky.

But she wasn't the only one awake in the arena. On the other side of the oversized garden, Ireland from 9 was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She remembered something her father had told her when she was a little girl back in District 9; nightlock berries had the potential to kill within sixty seconds of ingestion, and there was no stopping its effects unless an antidote could be downed in seconds. Ireland reached into her pocket and pulled out the leather pouch filled with chunks of the poison berries and then replaced it. She wasn't feeling up to killing a tribute with her bare hands, and she figured making a kill indirectly would put less strain on her moral compass, even though she was ending the same number of lives either way.

It wasn't long before Ireland found her first victim. She heard the gruff snores of a sleeping boy, and she stayed dead still as if to make sure they weren't figments of her active imagination. Heart hammering a million miles an hour, she tiptoed toward the snores. Pumpkin from 11, the strongest outlier in the games, was sprawled out on all-fours on the soil; it wasn't a bad camouflage technique, as the boy's dark skin blended well into the earth. Ireland bit her lip tentatively and crept toward the sleeping boy, taking infinite care not to make a sound. If Pumpkin awoke, she would be as good as dead. Ireland donned her gloves, reached into the pouch, and pulled out a chunk of pure nightlock with a volume of about a cubic inch. Ireland quickly slipped it into Pumpkin's mouth before turning to run like mad.

Pumpkin awoke, gasping and shaking, as the nightlock poison ate away at his tongue and throat, and the highly acidic berry crept down his throat. In no time, he was contorting in a rather disturbing manner. Ireland bit her lip from the safety of a nearby planter box, and, true to her father's word, it was less than sixty seconds before his cannon shot sounded. The body was carried away, and Ireland zoomed toward the supplies he had left behind, including his sickle. She just tried not to think about what she had just done as she went about her day.

Pumpkin Venegas, District 11 Male: 7th, Killed by Ireland, Day 8

Noon arrived on the eighth day in the arena, and the 7s weren't doing much out of the ordinary. Elmer was back to hunting after a much-needed break, and he was using his compass more than ever to find his way around. In fact, he didn't know how he'd gotten around without it before, and with only six left in the games it would most certainly come in use. Johanna barely moved, if at all, but the gamemakers kept her around simply because of how intriguing she was. One moment, she was giggling and smirking, running her fingers through her spiky black hair, and the next moment she would be relaxing against some plant without a care in the world. Johanna was once again giving off the aura that she was waiting for something, and even eight days into the games nobody had a clue what that was.

The third and final death of Day 8 occurred around nightfall. Khlassa had finished her trek to the horn, where she met up with her stronger ally Rilletta, and they ate before quickly going back hunting. Rilletta was eager to hunt after so long hunkering down inside of the cornucopia, and she left as Khlassa stayed behind to sort some of the food. Rilletta headed east, the direction where there was the most flooded land; she figured more tributes would be hiding there because they thought nobody would be expecting them to, but Rilletta thought she was one-step ahead of them, and a laugh of pleasure tumbled from her lips at the sight of he whom would soon be her first victim.

Fletcher leapt to his feet, screaming at the top of his lungs with terror, as Rilletta charged out of nowhere, and he barely had time to deflect her first trident blow. Fletcher stumbled toward the knife he'd fashioned out of a rock, but once he grabbed it he truly realized how useless it was against the 4 girl's superior weapon. Fletcher wasn't the weakest boy the games had ever seen, and he put up a fair fight, but he couldn't match the skills of the 4 girl that bespoke years of practice. In twenty seconds, Rilletta had trapped Fletcher against the ground. The boy begged for mercy, but Rilletta didn't hear a word he said; her delicate laughter was enough to drown out the finer edges of his words. He was dead as soon as the prongs entered his chest, and then there were only five tributes in the arena.

Fletcher Sanders, District 2 Male: 6th, Killed by Rilletta, Day 8

Day 9 was the coldest day these games had seen; temperatures peaked at fifty degrees around noon, and the morning dew actually turned into frost from the intense chill. Ireland had spent the night near the camp of the deceased Pumpkin, and she was now moving westward toward the cornucopia. She didn't move very far, as there were a relatively large five tributes left in the games so the finale wouldn't be for a while, but it was a start. Rilletta broke camp at dawn and made the routine journey to the cornucopia, where she met up with Khlassa. As it turned out, Khlassa had sprained her wrist the day prior, and even worse, it was her dominant wrist—her fighting wrist. Rilletta had nothing better to do (she was too exhausted to hunt) so she used a bit of the horn's medicine to secure her up and get her on her way back to good health. Khlassa wasn't sure if she would recover by the time the finale started; Rilletta estimated six or seven days, and if she could draw out of the games long enough for her wrist to heal than the 1 girl might have had a shot at victory.

About two miles south, Elmer from 7 was concocting a plan. Despite being one of the highest-scoring outliers in the games, he hadn't really done anything spectacular, and he knew if he wanted to stay relevant he needed to make a splash. Probably inspired by Iuna Mosier's cornucopia raid that led to her victory, Elmer packed up his supplies and briskly walked toward the horn. His plan was a standard one, but an effective one—take all the supplies he needed and kill one of the careers on the way out. He hadn't been keeping good track of the death recaps and didn't know which two were alive, so it would be risky.

The cornucopia came into Elmer's sight a few minutes before midnight, and the finer details got clearer through the darkness of the night as he got closer. Rilletta was standing guard, but as she saw Elmer coming she ducked down into the shadows so as not to be seen. Elmer didn't see her and figured both were asleep, and as he snatched up packs and supplies he was completely unaware that the strongest tribute in the games was two or three seconds' walk away, and very much awake. Elmer screamed as Rilletta burst out of the shadows, tackling him to the ground and knocking away most of the supplies he'd piled in his arms. Deeper back in the horn, Khlassa awoke to the sound of their duel and scuttled to a safer area of the cornucopia. Rilletta was doing well enough fighting Elmer by herself, Khlassa told herself, and she was too tired to be much help anyway.

Rilletta's first real blow sent Elmer's hatchet flying, but he quickly regained it with surprising poise, and he whirled around to thrust the blade into his opponent's chest. Rilletta, the trained career she was, saw his move coming and ran in a circle around him while he snatched his hatchet, so that when he turned back around there was nobody there. Elmer muttered, "what the," and then Rilletta's trident was buried into his neck, the handle sticking out of the flesh at an awkward angle and sparkling in the moonlight. Now only female tributes were left.

Elmer Redmond, District 7 Male: 5th, Killed by Rilletta, Day 9

On the other side of the arena, Johanna grinned at the sight of her district partner's face in the sky, and, smirking uncannily broadly, got to her feet. She'd been waiting for Elmer's death for days, and now that most of the stronger outliers were out of the running Johanna felt it was time to show her true colors. As Johanna grabbed her hatchets and stalked off to look for prey, the cameras captured the unmistakable glint in her eyes that only some of the most beloved careers in history genuinely donned. If nothing else, everybody knew one thing for sure: this Johanna Mason from District 7 was not one to be forgotten.

The first half of Day 10 was deathless. At the cornucopia, the career pack split, but it was one of the most peaceful splits in ages. Khlassa suggested that it was too late in the games for their duo to continue. Rilletta agreed, and Khlassa gathered up as many supplies as she could carry before sprinting away from the cornucopia. Her wrist had healed in two days, nearly a week short of the estimated eight or nine. Khlassa headed into some of the thicker areas of the garden, figuring prey was unlikely to be hiding in the more open areas, and at noon she settled in a seed-strewn clearing for lunch.

Meanwhile, Ireland was gathering up more nightlock berries. After killing Pumpkin, the flow of sponsor gifts toward her had increased tenfold, and she figured if she wanted the flow to remain constant she had to keep employing her nightlock strategy. Tributes from Alexander Westlake to her proved to the Capitol that poison was one of the deadliest weapons in the Hunger Games, which was why prices for it were so high it was almost never sponsored to tributes by even the richest Capitolites. Ireland had to gather the berries herself, and it was more than a little difficult; there were very few bushes bearing nightlock berries in the arena, and those that she did find were so large that she couldn't reach the berries. At six in the evening, she discovered a bush with the round black berries low enough that she could reach. Pleased that the whole day had not been wasted, Ireland tore off chunks of the nightlock and stuffed them into her pouch, making sure to thoroughly clean off her gloves afterward.

Johanna had been hunting for nearly eight hours when she heard a tribute's soft snores. Suppressing a grin, the 7 girl tiptoed toward the sound, and it became impossible to hold back a giggle of pleasure. Khlassa was lying against the stem of a pretty pink flower, snoozing the afternoon away contentedly. Johanna crept toward the District 1 girl, taking infinite care not to make a sound; she knew that a single stumble would awaken the girl and give her a lot more trouble than she had started with. Khlassa was dead as soon as the blades of Johanna's axes sawed into her chest, and she didn't even flinch. She'd been carrying a lot of supplies on her; two thermoses of water, a strip of beef, a green apple, headache medication, infection cream, two spears, and a baggie of iodine capsules. Johanna stuffed all of the supplies into her pockets and left the scene, not wanting to be around if any other tributes followed the sound of the cannon shot.

Khlassa Patton, District 1 Female: 4th, Killed by Johanna, Day 10

Day 11, Johanna wasn't giving the audience an easy time catching her on camera. The thing was, given her popularity everyone wanted her to get the most screen time, but she had other plans. The 7 girl spent most of the day hunting for cameras and hurling her hatchets and spears at them to destroy them, so the gamemakers had to sneakily send in drone cameras to capture footage of her. She knocked most of them down, but a few drones evaded her with more clips of her cocky smile and cold eyes.

Meanwhile, Rilletta hunkered down in the horn; she knew it was never a good idea to keep still for long, but she didn't want to risk being away from the cornucopia when the threat came that was meant to drive the finalists toward the center of the arena, and she refused to actively stir the pot as the eleventh day drew to a close.

The last tribute of the final three, Ireland, met her doom at eleven at night. Similarly to her district partner, the dead Franco, Ireland had a tendency to move a lot in her sleep. Given the proximity of the finale, her nightmares were worse than ever, and she was literally flopping around and flailing her limbs as if to fend off an attacker. This led to her downfall, surprisingly enough. Before going to bed, Ireland had left her pouch of nightlock berries slightly open, and in her sleep the 9 girl grabbed the pouch and poured its entire contents into her mouth. She woke up screaming, scrambling to throw the berries back up, but in seconds her vision was already beginning to fade. Ireland was ultimately dead in less than a minute. The nightlock berries she had intended to take to the finale spelled her doom.

Ireland Sanborn, District 9 Female: 3rd, Killed by Herself, Day 11

Now only Rilletta and Johanna were left in the games. At the cornucopia, Rilletta smirked to see Ireland's face in the sky. During training, she'd taken a strong disliking to the girl, and she was glad her final opponent wasn't a lame tribute like her. That was when she realized that the only tribute beside her was the even lamer Johanna, who had done nothing but cry throughout training. She had no idea that Johanna had been hiding a rather vicious identity, and Rilletta didn't much bother to practice for the upcoming finale. The girl would be an easy opponent to beat down, unless, she told herself, she drowned in her own tears before she even reached her.

Across the arena, Johanna laughed softly due to the cannon shot. She and Rilletta were the only two left in the games. It was one of the biggest score differences of two finalists; Johanna only had a four, whereas Rilletta had a huge eleven, a whopping seven points higher! Johanna kicked herself up from the sapling she was resting against and hauled herself and her supplies toward the cornucopia. Johanna didn't really give a crap about getting a good night's rest. There would be plenty of opportunities for those in the Victor's Village if she managed to kill Rilletta.

The next day, Day 12, the flooding was awesome. Rains fell in torrents, and the gamemakers poured even more water onto the arena through underground pipes. By noon, the size of the land had easily been divided by ten; there was less than two square miles' dry land to walk on. Rilletta smirked delicately and got to her feet as Johanna charged toward the horn. The finale had begun.

Their weapons clashed in midair, and at first there was no clear-cut winner. As the two most beloved tributes in the games dueled for their lives and for the Victor's Crown, neither seemed to be able to leave a mark on the other. Rilletta came close, the rightmost prong of her trident missing Johanna's shoulder by inches, and the outlier girl swung deviously around, swinging her axe toward Rilletta's neck. Rilletta ducked, and Johanna stumbled away, having received a relatively deep gash from a passing blow of her opponent's trident.

The floodwaters rose and rose, and it wasn't long before water was creeping up around the finalists' feet. They were ankle-deep in the rainwater by the time the victor was crowned. Johanna managed to slice off one of Rilletta's pinky fingers with her axe. The 4 girl reeled, and Johanna picked up a nearby crate, filling it with water and hurling it at her. Rilletta staggered to the ground as the water splashed her from head to foot, and Johanna promptly buried her two hatchet blades into her chest. Rilletta let out a stream of quiet curses, and then Johanna was the only remaining tribute.

Rilletta Cillate, District 4 Female: 2nd, Killed by Johanna, Day 12

"Johanna Mason of District 7, you are the victor of the seventy-first annual Hunger Games!" Caesar and Claudius shouted together.

Johanna's lips curled into a dainty little smile as she swung her hatchets through the air in celebration of her victory.

Johanna Mason, District 7 Female: Victor of the Seventy-First Hunger Games, Day 12


AFTERMATH

District 7 was happy to receive their third victor, placing them ahead of Districts 8, 9, and 10 and removing them from the club of districts with only two victors. In her games, she'd played a deceptive role that even districts like 3 and 5 would have been proud of. In real life, she was much more vulgar than she'd been in her games, and she was never afraid to express her unadulterated opinion about anything, whether or not it was called for. But all wasn't well after her games; the Capitol admired her for not only her spunk, but also her looks, and this condemned to a life of serving as the personal enjoyment of wealthy Capitol men as they saw fit. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Johanna was one of the first victors to resist President Snow's efforts to prostitute her, and it wasn't a shock that in less than a year she found herself alone, without family nor friends to turn to for emotional support.

She moved into the Victor's Village of District 7, the third to do so.

There was an attempt on her life in District 4, but overall her victory tour wasn't much.

Johanna would live to the age of eighty-one, dying from septic shock two months after the one-hundred thirty-fourth Hunger Games. She wouldn't marry, but she would adopt twin daughters.


NEWS

Johanna settles into the Victor's Village of District 7, across the street from Blight.

Cecelia Rieffel gives birth to her second child, Paige Rieffel.

Enobaria Rigatti becomes headmistress of District 2's academy.

Gloss Linden marries Capitol supermodel Freesia Heavens.

Molly Toliday, the victor of the third annual Hunger Games, dies from heart disease.


LIST OF VICTORS

1HG: Cordin Frey (#1, District 3)
2HG: Sapphire Waber (#1, District 1)
3HG: Molly Toliday (#1, District 4)
4HG: Amelia Spangler (#1, District 2)
5HG: Misty Sablone (#1, District 12)
6HG: Olivia Seager (#2, District 2)
7HG: Flux Stafford (#2, District 3)
8HG: Brandi Coyne (#2, District 1)
9HG: Isaac Crandall (#1, District 5)
10HG: Velvet Farrow (#3, District 1)
11HG: Mags Flanagan (#2, District 4)
12HG: Slate Ogston (#3, District 2)
13HG: Woof Dozier (#1, District 8)
14HG: Blaze Skalnik (#4, District 2)
15HG: Dina Wilmarth (#2, District 5)
16HG: Beatrice Toland (#1, District 6)
17HG: Amelia Bankston (#5, District 2)
18HG: Markus Gardd (#2, District 6)
19HG: Odius Ruttler (#6, District 2)
20HG: Seeder Kaiser (#1, District 11)
21HG: Freya Digard (#7, District 2)
22HG: Gold Carson (#4, District 1)
23HG: Ashlyn Breston (#3, District 6)
24HG: Dayta Albrand (#3, District 3)
25HG: Diamond Griego (#5, District 1)
26HG: Thor Rosner (#8, District 2)
27HG: Magnet Lisagor (#4, District 3)
28HG: Maria Dutra (#3, District 4)
29HG: Discordia Komine (#9, District 2)
30HG: Barley Chisolm (#1, District 9)
31HG: Marlin Coppi (#4, District 4)
32HG: Wyatt Kerdler (#5, District 3)
33HG: Molly Soltan (#5, District 4)
34HG: Grover Handa (#1, District 7)
35HG: Troy Stiles (#6, District 4)
36HG: Lana Voltaire (#10, District 2)
37HG: Lucy Said (#7, District 4)
38HG: Porter Tripp (#3, District 5)
39HG: Penelope Turek (#8, District 4)
40HG: Beetee Latier (#6, District 3)
41HG: Radiance Clinton (#6, District 1)
42HG: Technik Hartline (#7, District 3)
43HG: Dylan Levitt (#9, District 4)
44HG: Rye Boyum (#2, District 9)
45HG: Chaff Korsmun (#2, District 11)
46HG: Nolan Wrack (#11, District 2)
47HG: Klink Byrae (#4, District 5)
48HG: Brutus Cordley (#12, District 2)
49HG: Wiress Freid (#8, District 3)
50HG: Haymitch Abernathy (#2, District 12)
51HG: Lyme Mabbett (#13, District 2)
52HG: Ruby Rayfuse (#7, District 1)
53HG: Lily Eckel (#3, District 11)
54HG: Blight Holzer (#2, District 7)
55HG: Emily Pollick (#5, District 5)
56HG: Sally Vasilia (#6, District 5)
57HG: Mason Kittridge (#14, District 2)
58HG: Margaret Cartmill (#1, District 10)
59HG: Tiger Sterne (#8, District 1)
60HG: Cecelia Rieffel (#2, District 8)
61HG: Valerie Easton (#15, District 2)
62HG: Enobaria Rigatti (#16, District 2)
63HG: Gloss Linden (#9, District 1)
64HG: Cashmere Linden (#10, District 1)
65HG: Finnick Odair (#10, District 4)
66HG: Victor Xhang (#17, District 2)
67HG: Augustus Braun (#11, District 1)
68HG: Iuna Mosier (#12, District 1)
69HG: Alexander Westlake (#2, District 10)
70HG: Annie Cresta (#11, District 4)
71HG: Johanna Mason (#3, District 7)