Story cover for The Third Annual Writer's Game: Roots by MagmaKepner
The Third Annual Writer's Game: Roots
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  • Parts 84
  • Time 13h 28m
Complete, First published Jan 25, 2016
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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Nothing else known to the citizens of Panem can quite align with the horrors one can face within these arenas. Each year it changes, each year it's something new, and the Capitol can't get enough. Thousands of tributes have fallen before today, and maybe thousands yet are to follow. But who can resist the smallest chance that you, a tribute, may yet just survive? Who could pass up the chance to ascend to the roar of a nation as a golden crown is placed upon your head... Sure you can try. But some even say the victors never really win. No, to them the games are like a nightmare, reincarnated as an ever following beast that you cannot tame. They say that this is much worse than the games themselves... but now imagine if that beast and the games collide and as a tribute you're being hunted by so much more than fellow tributes... now imagine that you cannot run, and that you have nowhere left to hide. Let the Hunger Games, begin.