Yes, victors are our strongest. They’re the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.
This is Berk. It snows nine months out of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides, are the pets. While other places have ponies, or parrots… we have d r a g o n s.