"Welcome one, welcome all."

Everybody from every district had their eyes glued onto the screen. It had been 25 years since Panem was at war. The Capitol had won, and they were living beautifully. Meanwhile, all the people of the districts suffered, remembering what the war had done to all of them. Each district was assigned a task. Each district specialized in one thing. District 11 specialized in agriculture, 12 in mining. If one asked the Capitol, the world was finally at peace. Most people would agree, if it wasn't for the Hunger Games.

"As you all know," the president held his breath. He knew millions were watching, "the 25th Hunger Games will be this year."

The Hunger Games were a way to mess with the District. In each District, one girl and one boy was reaped randomly. The people of the district had to put their names if they were in the ages 12-18, increasing their number of ballots as they got older. Then, two people of each district were picked randomly. Volunteering was allowed, but never occurred. This was because the two people, those two people, were sent away to their doom. Their were 24 tributes in total. However, only one would survive in a mean game of life and death. Many people would call this murder. The Capitol, however, called it entertainment.

"This Hunger Games will be the first Quarter Quell." Even through the TV the president sounded like a murderer in every district's home. The people of the Capitol, however, cheered.

The president took a deep breath and smiled. He could see the dead bodies now. "A Quarter Quell will occur every 25 years. Being a Quarter Quell, a special condition will be put on the games, something to make the games even more interesting." The president said the word as if it were a good thing. "The Capitol wrote these requirements 25 years ago, before the first Hunger Games. Today, I shall open up the first envelope before all of you."

The districts shuddered in fear. They knew the Games they feared would just get worse. As an envelope was handed to the president, million eyes stared at it. Many eyes were trying to see through the envelope. The other eyes were hoping that the envelope would suddenly disappear.

The president's hands shuddered as he looked at the envelope. Slowly, he tore the envelope perfectly. He looked at the paper inside and read it:

"To remind the districts that they chose to rebel, each district has to vote to choose which boy and girl would compete in the Games."

The Capitol grinned along with the president. The Districts shuddered. This was going to be the worst Hunger Games yet!

This is an SYOT (Submit Your Own Tribute). I know the idea is a little overused, but I thought that it would be fun to try one. Anyway, a form is on my profile, along with the list of tributes put in so far. PM me your character's info.

Also, I would love to give FireBird128 a shout out for inspiring me to make this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognize. Suzanne Collins does.