The annoucement of the 1st Quarter Quell had shocked all of Panem. The reactions varied from staring at the screen in gaping disbelief, to outright laughter, to just a shak eof the head and returning to various menial tasks.
The reactions President Snow imagined were sobbing, fainting, rushing to clutch their precious babies during their few final weeks at home, or at all.
District 1 and 2's would-be tributes were crushed, heart broken even, that they wouldn't get to kill other teens. Life is tough that way sometimes.
The other, less competitive district's teens breathed a collective sigh of relief, some thinking this new president had gone off the deep end. That conclusion wasn't far off.
"I'm such a genius." The president assured himself, settling back into his chair, before realizing it was a stool.
"Sure you are, sir," Egeria, his assistant, assured him, reaching down to pat him soothingly on the head.
President Snow frowned. He did not like to be pet. He was very sensitive about his fluffiness, yet refused to shave his beard of, because, as he claimed, "The chicks dig it.". Also because he harbored a secret fear that there was absolutely nothing beneath his beard.
Egeria left to get the president's doctor as said ruler rolled around on the floor, muttering about beards and babies.
