War, terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked are land. Thirteen Districts rebelled against the country that loved them, fed them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the piece, hard fought, sorely won. The people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost. When the traitors were defeated we swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed that each year the varies Districts of Panem would offer up in tribute one young man and woman. To fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage, and sacrifice. The lone victor bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of are generosity and are kindness. This is how we remember are past, this is how we safeguard are future!