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The goals were these:
One — punish the districts for their violent uprising against the Capitol.
Two— create a symbol, a yearly reminder and recognition of the fallen Capitol citizens.
And most importantly — keep such an uprising from occurring ever again.
And so one man, a tortured genius with a mind like a vice created The Hunger Games: a yearly competition featuring two tributes from each district, picked at random, to fight to the death. The Victor would have a place in the Victor’s Village, more money than they could ever spend and a lifetime of stomach-churning guilt.
Each would receive a mentor — to train, to guide and to assist them in the Games. These mentors were groomed from childhood to lead these tributes — give them hope and cheer them on for the sake of engagement and attachment for the district citizens.
It was entertainment, pure and simple, easy to digest when you and yours sat safely beside you. And for those whose loved ones were stolen, paraded about like show ponies and then slaughtered for sport, the weight of history would never lighten.
And so, the world watched as twenty four new tributes were chosen, paired with twenty four mentors and unleashed upon each other with the fury of one hundred years of oppression.
And Loki Laufeyson was going to win.