80th Candidate Ada Verma [D6]

I never believed in politics before the eightieth. What good could any of them do for us? Even the best-intentioned folks focused on patching up wounds rather than curing ills. And none of them dared lift a finger, or even a voice at the peacekeepers or capitol assholes.

I wasn’t going to endorse a candidate until I heard Ada’s speech. She might’ve been just the same as anyone else but, there was something that hit home. And I wasn't afraid to speak my mind, even to this peacekeeper.

“Ada’s the real deal. Bloom’s a bust.” I started. “I put myself in the games because I wanted to die because this district has always been a steaming pile of shit. Meaningless jobs. Drugs far and wide. My own friend Wilfred Sournois went missing and not a single person can give me an answer as to whether he’s alive or dead.”

“What’s the point? You’ve got no future, so you either turn into everything you hate, or fall apart. Death seemed an easy choice.” I shook my head. “But Ada’s right – you have to have something to live for. Time to throw out the trash and start with something new. That’s why I endorsed her.”