The 103rd Hunger Games: Pawns of Fate

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These Games will not be containing tributes from other people, only tributes that I have created. More creative liberties and all that.

While this is mostly just to satisfy my urge to write a Games, it would certainly be nice if someone actually reads this.

Tributes
I ended up not having enough tributes to fill all the spots, but eh.

Prologue
"President Wulf, it's almost time for your speech."

A voice rings out, interrupting Wulf's concentration by calling his name. He sighs and turns away from his desk, setting the pages containing his speech down and standing. He adjusts his tie, taking a quick glance at the mirror to make sure he looks presentable before exiting his room through the doors leading to the balcony of his estate.

As soon as he comes into the sight of the Capitol's citizens, an ecstatic roar sounds throughout the area. Wulf smiles and waves, inwardly sighing and going over the speech in his head one last time to rule out any discrepencies his editor may have missed. He waits for the crowd to simmer down and clears his throat a single time before finally speaking. "People of Panem!" He shouts in the grandest voice he can muster. "The moment you've all been waiting for all year is fast approaching!" His words are greeted with another wave of cheering, an annoyance that Wulf manages to ignore. "The Hunger Games being held this year shall be a standard affair, one with 2 tributes from each District, including the Capitol and District 13." Another round of applause. Another mental groan. "However, the winning District this year shall recieve special privileges that shall be revealed once the victor is crowned." More praise from the crowd. "The Reapings shall begin about a week from now. May the odds be ever in your favor!"

And with that closing statement, Wulf quickly returns to the safety of his sanctum. As he walks into the room, he presses a button on the wall next to the door, causing static to erupt from a nearby speaker. "Dispose of the citizen who edited my speech." He states simply into the microphone nearby before releasing his hold on the button and rushing over to his desk. As soon as Wulf arrives, he rips a few pages out of his speech and tosses them into a nearby paper disintegrator, getting rid of the evidence that he left out more than three-fourths of his speech in favor of a more...concise approach. He may have neglected to tell the Districts and the potential tributes within them some rather important information, but that was none of his concern.

It was simply another factor to spice up this burning hot dish.

To be continued...