The Fifth Annual Writer Games: The Fall

The Fifth Annual Writer Games: The Fall

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In the past, war, famine, and death defined Panem. It defined the citizens. The Hunger Games united all in the power of penance and brought forth goodwill and charity. However, power is a fickle thing, systems are easily tipped until they reach the point of no return. Whether one year, ten, or seventy five... It is only so long until things fall apart.
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In Panem, there was the unspoken rule: do not forget where you came from. Do not forget the ashes and blood that spilled for you to live here. The little penance of yearly tributes let no one forget, but as the years passed by, people became distanced from the plights that Panem had built its structure upon. Indeed, people had drawn off, confused and bored of the world in which they were born into. The games became weak, they became brittle like the bones of those who had died nearly a century before. But no longer. It is time to go back to our roots.

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