Welcome to District Thirteen
Apr 26, 2021 16:13:06 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Apr 26, 2021 16:13:06 GMT -5
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You don’t know how long you’ve been in these forests.
The cool taste of metal still sits on the edge of your fingertips, leftover remnants of the District fence you peeled back in the dead of the night in your grand escape. You shudder as you think of it now, how distant the memory feels and how ice seeps in from the edges the more you recall it all. The beads of sweat that collected on your forehead in nervousness, the last look of a place you could never call home sitting silent in the wake of the seventy eighth hunger games, the feeling of triumph as you slipped into the open forests, everything you had ever owned slung across your shoulder.
Such a short lived victory, such misplaced confidence. Your own body agrees, desperate growl of a stomach hardly fed pulling you back from the safety of your own memories.
A world like this is not kind to a person like you, you’d discovered that soon enough. And now you walk, aimlessly wandering an arena of your own making and you are the tribute, a life thrown into the void and gone too early. The steps you take grow sluggish, slow, body fighting a hopeless war. When you finally fall, cool grass your coffin, you practically welcome it, counting the spots on the edges of your vision.
The last thing you feel before the darkness takes over is a pair of hands clasped against your shoulder.
The first thing you feel when you awaken, choking on your own breath, is wonder.
Your new world greets you with the brightest view you have ever seen, sterile walls a contrast to the green arena you had been wandering in for so long. The people come in groups, carrying devices you have never seen before and assuring you that everything is going to be alright. A man in grey leans over you as he wraps a device around your arm, vitals on the screen in the corner flashing in the process. His blue eyes sit stark against the fluorescent lighting of the ceilings above, catching your gaze.
“Welcome to Thirteen, kid.”
O O C
District Thirteen is now overhauled!
The district is now under new management with two new presidents who have begun to deliver and impose their new political policies. We've tried to create a whole new world for you to explore as writers, with a bunch of exciting plotting opportunities announced and even more on the horizon. We wanted Thirteen to be reborn as a bustling hive of activity where it is no longer neglected, but is instead a thriving society who are constantly under threat from the Capitol, leading to an action packed future for all of its citizens. It is highly focused on nuclear development and the creation of a strong army who are able to withstand constant uncertainty and potential turmoil.
This announcement and the background information for Thirteen that we will be posting here is to help provide a detailed backstory for you to use when creating characters in Thirteen, but feel free to expand beyond this as we don't want to limit anyone's plotting capabilities! Where your character stands amongst all of this is up to you — whoever they are, whatever they do... history is about to be made.
You don’t know how long you’ve been in these forests.
The cool taste of metal still sits on the edge of your fingertips, leftover remnants of the District fence you peeled back in the dead of the night in your grand escape. You shudder as you think of it now, how distant the memory feels and how ice seeps in from the edges the more you recall it all. The beads of sweat that collected on your forehead in nervousness, the last look of a place you could never call home sitting silent in the wake of the seventy eighth hunger games, the feeling of triumph as you slipped into the open forests, everything you had ever owned slung across your shoulder.
Such a short lived victory, such misplaced confidence. Your own body agrees, desperate growl of a stomach hardly fed pulling you back from the safety of your own memories.
A world like this is not kind to a person like you, you’d discovered that soon enough. And now you walk, aimlessly wandering an arena of your own making and you are the tribute, a life thrown into the void and gone too early. The steps you take grow sluggish, slow, body fighting a hopeless war. When you finally fall, cool grass your coffin, you practically welcome it, counting the spots on the edges of your vision.
The last thing you feel before the darkness takes over is a pair of hands clasped against your shoulder.
The first thing you feel when you awaken, choking on your own breath, is wonder.
Your new world greets you with the brightest view you have ever seen, sterile walls a contrast to the green arena you had been wandering in for so long. The people come in groups, carrying devices you have never seen before and assuring you that everything is going to be alright. A man in grey leans over you as he wraps a device around your arm, vitals on the screen in the corner flashing in the process. His blue eyes sit stark against the fluorescent lighting of the ceilings above, catching your gaze.
“Welcome to Thirteen, kid.”
O O C
District Thirteen is now overhauled!
The district is now under new management with two new presidents who have begun to deliver and impose their new political policies. We've tried to create a whole new world for you to explore as writers, with a bunch of exciting plotting opportunities announced and even more on the horizon. We wanted Thirteen to be reborn as a bustling hive of activity where it is no longer neglected, but is instead a thriving society who are constantly under threat from the Capitol, leading to an action packed future for all of its citizens. It is highly focused on nuclear development and the creation of a strong army who are able to withstand constant uncertainty and potential turmoil.
This announcement and the background information for Thirteen that we will be posting here is to help provide a detailed backstory for you to use when creating characters in Thirteen, but feel free to expand beyond this as we don't want to limit anyone's plotting capabilities! Where your character stands amongst all of this is up to you — whoever they are, whatever they do... history is about to be made.
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