wyatt ⚡ district 3

"How do you think they won?! I'll tell you-" he presses his mouth against the microphone, pop filter felt against his lip, "ALIENS! It just- it explains it all. Catch it in Library B-102, I've got all the proof posted." 

Wyatt has always prioritized one thing: the truth. 

Information, you're quicker dead without it. 

"The Capitol has been caught with hovercrafts - I've seen them with my own eyes, and the photos provided can prove this as well. Flying abominations, twenty feet wingspan- no, no, thirty. There's no confirmed reason on what they've been doing with them," he trails off, wailing away at the script near his chest, scrawled with nothing but ink stains and chicken scratch. 

Some people are still sleep walking, no brain upstairs disorder; Wyatt's mission is to wake them up. "I have two potential theories, myself," sitting straight up behind the microphone, the red bulb light flashing to his eyes like a Capitol siren. It's a child's revolt, really, telling the truth that they don't want out. Something more dangerous than a gun, "the first is it's a crop duster, spreading mind-numbing neurotoxins into our air." 

Or so he believes. 

"That would explain my previous podcast: "Capitol and Cranium Control." Slowly subduing the rebel spirit, like- like laughing gas? In a way," Wyatt says before spacing out, staring at the black curtain draped over his east side bedroom window. "They're mentally cutting our balls off, dude." That's fucked up. 

"My second theory has to go with the De Rolo disappearances, back about a year ago. It happened after the third reaping, when Claude de Rolo attempted to escape the district before the Reaping. Where they were headed? No one is quite certain," not yet, at least. Just another question to answer another day. 

Soon, "mutts still populate past the border, so it's possible they were always slaughtered; however, I have another theory. Kidnapping."

You ready for this? 

"The Capitol is kidnapping OUR citizens, right past the border! Turning them into work force numbers in the form of- well, that I'm not sure. If they're still alive, we haven't heard anything, yet. But I like to believe that Claude de Rolo lives above our noses: in the Capitol." 

Who knows what they've done to him either. What could they want?

"This is when the first photo of the Hovercrafts were retrieved, right on the same day as Claude, Elise & Jeanne de Rolo were last seen. I caught the photo myself! Right above the western tree line, it was invisible at first, which is fucking insane. Their alientech is incredible- incredibly horrifying." 

"These people are killing us, killing your children, and now they're taking us right from the damn forest! If you hear me, tell your parents immediately, get help before it's too late." 

"With the reaping coming up, I want to sign this off with some good luck. To whoever gets selected: give them hell!" He shouts it like a battle cry, slapping both hands on his desk and standing in his desk chair. 

There can't be too many more years of this. Change will come; it's got to, as long as the fight's still going. 

Fat lady singing or something like that, "and if I get reaped... just know they rigged it." Wyatt squints at the microphone, he thinks they're listening to him, waiting until he says something right. 

That's when they'll get him. 

"Signing off," 

Earth to Wyatt."

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