Yet Another Hunger Games Group discussion

President Snow, clad all in white, steps up to the stage. His attire reeks of formality, from his neatly trimmed, pure white beard, to his polished black dress shoes. A young Capitol boy, probably seven, at most, walks carefully toward him, carrying the ornate wooden box that will determine the way in which this year’s tributes will be slaughtered. The president’s long, spidery fingers brush through to the fourth file, and he gracefully pulls the slip from the others.

The cameras all zoom in on the label, marked distinctly with a “100”. Snow licks his cosmetically enlarged lips as he breaks the seal and opens the envelope. Every soul in the every district holds their breath as he begins his speech.

“On the twenty-fifth anniversary of these Hunger Games, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it. On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes. On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them can not overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes were Reaped from their existing pools of victors.”

President Snow pauses dramatically before continuing, “And, now, to honor the one-hundredth anniversary, this unforgettable year that marks the century of the Games, as a reminder to everybody in Panem that standardized testing really is a killer, this year’s tributes will find themselves face-to-face with Death, himself, in an arena filled to the brim with atrocious equations, difficult geography, gruesome grammar, and horrific hypotheses.”

President Snow bows and exits silently, leaving the audience in shock.