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There once was a Continent called North America. The Continent was home to technological and societal advances galore. It was a Continent of Progress unmatched by any other location around the world.
And then a man rose to power, a man none could have predicted. A man who spit poison with his words, infecting all those who heard them. The anger incited in the people spread throughout the World.
The anger infected the minds of all. Discontent ran rampant and uncontrolled. Betrayal showed in every individual’s lives.
And the War began.
A War unprecedented by any. A War in which unspeakable, horrific crimes were committed, each side claiming they were true Justice.
Along with the War came the natural disasters. Disease, famine, flooding. The Continent of North America was swallowed by encroaching seas. Humanity was brought to near extinction.
From the ashes of North America rose the Nation of Panem. A feeble, new country. A country with little Population from the War before. Panem was divided into thirteen Districts. Life was peaceful before the Dark Days.
The people of Panem rebelled once more in the Dark Days. By the end, District Thirteen was obliterated, leaving only twelve Districts left with the Capitol to lead them all.
The President of Panem resides within the Capitol, responsible for maintaining the peace so viciously fought for, ensuring the Dark Days shall never repeat themselves.
In penance for their uprising, each District shall offer up a male and a female between the ages of twelve and eighteen at a public reaping. These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol, and then transferred into a public arena, where they will fight to the death until a lone victor remains.
Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games.