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Post by PG Admin on Apr 15, 2012 19:17:20 GMT 1
 He has won. Lord Voldemort has won the war, taking control of the Wizarding World. Every single order member was killed, the Death Eaters had won the war they have been striving for. This was all he could ever hope for.
But he found out something, something that sent everyone in terror. He found out about a thing called "The Hunger Games". It was a killing Game, a way to torture the Mud-Bloods and Half-Bloods, and even some Pure-Bloods. Twenty-Four people were sent into an Arena, set to kill each other. Only one would remain, letting the one lone victor survive. This was perfect for them! Everything he had hoped for in this one thing.
Lord Voldemort sent everyone ages eleven to eighteen into the games, instead of the usual aged twelve to eighteen. He was going to make it impossible for the people to strike back and gain control again.
Then he found out more about this new world that held annual killing sprees for fun. They were separated into Districts, twelve in total. Each District specialized in something. Well might as well do that too. He did it, putting everyone into Districts. Some Slytherins were sent to District one, two three, and so on. Same for the other houses. The parents were sent with their children, forcing them out of their old lives and into a new. Even the muggles were forced into the new life of Districts. The muggles, though, were killed soon later. All of them, dead in minuets. This was the work of him, Voldemort.
The time for the first Games was upon them, and it was time for some fun.
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