Someone's probably missing since I'm disorganized, but here's a start. First-timers to this universe will be in a separate chapter since they'll get longer POVs to introduce them.

Cinderella Dare- Res 1F

I twisted around and grabbed at my own back. It was all in one piece, the skin neatly stretched over the flesh and not a rip in sight. I patted it a few times to make sure and finally settled back into the pillows.

That will never not be messed up, I thought as I once again remembered my death.

"Is it Careers again?" I asked the first medic who passed.

"No, it's everyone this time," she said cheerily.

Everyone? Did she mean literally? How many people had been in the Games since it started? Three hundred? More? I wasn't that good at math when I'd just woken up from being dead. I couldn't imagine an arena with three hundred people.

"Everyone who ever played?" I asked, my voice squeaky.

"Oh no, just the ones that got picked. That would be silly!" the medic laughed.

Yes, that would be silly...

Unique Dior- Res 1F

Mahi was the first of my old allies I found. I couldn't miss him, not when he was as wide as he was tall.

"Mahi!" I called. He turned around and his face wrinkled in a smile. He ran to me and we did one of those big bouncy hugs where you almost fall over.

"Have you seen Daisy?" I asked.

His face fell. "I don't think she's here," he said, after a pause.

"What? Why wouldn't they pick her?" I asked.

"Careen said it was because she wouldn't win," he said, looking down.

"I guess. But isn't that true for all of us?" I meant in our alliance. Mahi might, but all three of us were pretty much too nice to win the Games.

"I guess they picked me since I'm big, and probably your creepy stalker lobbied to pick you," Mahi said.

Oh god for goodness sake. Coprolitus had to be, what, like a hundred years old now? If I saw him again I'd just slowly walk away. Old geezer wouldn't even be able to keep up.

"That's too bad," I almost whispered. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be back myself, but if I did, I wanted my best friend here. My other best friend, anyway. I liked Mahi too.

Chrysolite Astor- Tyger, Tyger D1F

Weird. I thought that battle was going pretty badly, but here I was in the Capitol, getting patched up to get crowned. I really did it? I really won?

"Ready for your second time around?" a medic asked with a cheerful smile.

"What? I have to do it again?" I touched my head, feeling for injuries. I must have been hearing things. No one had to do the Games twice.

"Yeah, to see if you win this time," the medic said.

"I didn't win this time?" I asked, fear starting to creep up my limbs. What was this, then? Some sort of test? Was I in prison and I was only dreaming I was in the Games?

"Oh, this is your first time, isn't it?" the medic said, waving his hand. "We do Resurrection Games now. We take people who died and clone them so they can try again! Isn't that exciting?"

I stared past the medic as the world blurred. I died? I was dead? I looked at my hands. Not really my hands, though, were they? Just cloned things. My body was under a gravestone somewhere.

I rubbed my eyes to stave off the tears I couldn't let anyone see. I lay there with my fists to my face, trying to put it all together. I looked around at machines I didn't recognize and my blood went cold.

"What year is this?"

Elissa de Angelo- Descent into Madness D1F

Hard to get reincarnated and continue the cycle of rebirth if someone keeps resurrecting you! Is there an opt-out option? I want to get off this ride.

"Is-" I started.

"Yes, he's here, too," the medic said, smiling like it was a lovely surprise and wasn't I so happy?

"Bet he's just as overjoyed as I am," I said.

Does this count as reincarnating?Maybe it was part of the plan all along? Well the gods must be crazy, then. Sending kids through the arena over and over didn't fit with my idea of morality. Not unless Malchaim was running this show from the start. I didn't want to think about that.

Do ahuras reincarnate? I'd never thought about it. Surely they could incarnate if they wanted to. I thought of someone who took utter glee in hurting people. Someone whose entire job centered around sacrificing children. Some people thought the devil wasn't real. I was starting to think I'd looked him right in the eye.

Olivine Martinez- Back to Normal D1F

Of all of us, it was Ava who made it out. I was delighted to see her, but neither of us could deny it was bittersweet. How many Resurrection Games since her victory, and here she was still alone, the only Party Girl left. Her and Pray, who wasn't most people's idea of a party girl, though she would argue a hunting party counts.

"You're looking- happy these days," I said. At the last second I'd avoided saying 'healthy'. The most well-intentioned compliments could destroy so much of what people like Ava worked so hard for.

"It's a pretty good life," she said with a smile. "Just wish I had more friends."

"What are the Careers like these days?" I asked. I was the cream of the crop when I volunteered. After so much time, I didn't know what the standards were like now.

"They're bigger, yeah, but I think we still have a shot," Ava said. "People wouldn't have thought it about me. And yet, here we are."

Emma Wolfe- In Your Hands D1F

Calvary's youthful appearance didn't mean anything. She could be in her twenties, like she looked, or she could be fifty. The Capitol considered aging a choice, and Victors didn't get many choices.

"Hey," Calvary said.

"That's the best you got? After all this time?" I teased. Even so, I felt myself smiling. The world had changed, but Calvary hadn't.

"I'm not good with these things," she defended herself.

"Me neither," I said.

"Maybe that's why we got along," she said.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" I asked.

Calvary looked at me nervously. "A couple of decades," she admitted.

"Oh." I wasn't as upset as Calvary clearly thought I would be. Honestly, my first emotion was relief. Decades had passed. No one remembered me. No one knew I was the "princess of One". I was just a face in an endless crowd now. No recognition. No pressure. I was on my own, and I was free.

Fable Anders- A Night to Remember D1F

It was something out of a rip-off young adult book. Two girls, trapped in a dystopian world, endlessly reincarnating but always finding each other. Wasn't it so romantic? It's so sweet when children die over and over and over.

If I get out this time, I should write a book. Not that I'd need the money, since I'd be filthy rich, but still... there was definitely a book in all of this. Who was that one girl who was going to write a biography about the Games? Tuesday or Friday... some day of the week name, anyway. If she was around this time, maybe I'd ask how it was going for her.

Priscilla Piscot- Over and Over D1F

I wasn't destined to win the Games. After this many tries, that seemed pretty clear. I had my own weird destiny that involved watching my country develop one glimpse at a time, leaping forward years and seeing a longer perspective than a normal person could dream of. I was like some sort of messed-up supernatural creature, immortal but with conditions.

So what does one do with an immortal life? One where you don't know how long each snatch will last, or if it will be the last one? I couldn't make long-term plans. If I did ever win, I wouldn't need them anyway. All I had was today, or a week, or maybe two. What did I want out of this fragmentary, fragile life?

I want to be a good person. And I want to have fun.

Diamond Kai- Res D1F

Something was wrong with my brother. I'd been watching the tapes and he wasn't the little boy I knew. Every year it seemed he was more savage. He leaned farther and farther into his kills. At first he was just a Career, doing what we were trained to do. But not the last few times. He was enjoying this. Something was different about my brother, from his dark eyes to his careless descriptions of who he killed and how he could do it better this time. I hoped the cloning process was going wrong on him. I hoped this wasn't just what he was.

Chantal Ivingin- 28th Games D1F

So I died again and I was here again. Nothing new, nothing shocking. As soon as the medics let me out of bed, I started planning. I found the list of Tributes and pulled up the tapes from the Games I hadn't seen yet. I took note of the trends and innovations as I watched. Mutts were in, clearly. Later Games had a far higher amount of them. The Careers hadn't been doing too well lately, with the exception of Ember. There was no information whatsoever on her Games. Something was probably up with that, but I'd only get in trouble if I went looking. She was out of the competition anyway. It was the hundred-odd people in with me I had to plan for.

Jayden Chadsey- Heart of Darkness D1F

It was so strange how they picked their Tributes. Arbitrary, even. They picked me and Chrome every time. But Attila wasn't here, despite lasting longer than either of us, and even though he was friends with the Victor that year. They never picked Gator, despite him being one of the most unusual Careers I'd ever heard of. They picked some girl from the Twenty-Third Games, even though that one was a total bust. But no one from the first Games. Wouldn't that have been a cool historical moment?

They picked Chrome, though. She didn't seem to have any problem with me due to what happened so long ago, but I knew she was stiff competition. They picked her sister, too, and her sister's friend. They'd be an alliance, of course, and one that wouldn't easily crack. And what did I have? Nothing but my two fists.

Victory Amarinthine- Power to the People D1F

If I didn't win soon, I was going to have to consider a name change. At this point it was getting pretty embarrassing. Jynx's name made perfect sense, so that was one less problem for him.

So what was it this time around? Only Careers? Only ladies? Hope not- that would be a categorizing disaster. Only Ones, perhaps? Only people who have died more than twice? Heck, at this point we could have an entire Games made up only of people who had died in second place. Wouldn't that suck for the person who died in second place again? That would suck even more than dying five times and being named Victory.