District 12. Probably the most run-down district of them all, but you've lived there for 17 years.

However, you knew your life could turn upside-down in an instant---today was the reaping for the 77th annual Hunger Games.

You watched as Haymitch came out from his hiding spot. He was sober, thank god---but it was still unsettling to see him, for some reason.

Effie Trinket soon walks out after Haymitch. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

No one replies, of course. Effie frowns, before calling up the escorts.

She then says, as dramatically as humanly possible: "And now, the moment you've been waiting for... the calling of the names!" Again, silence. She frowns. "Really? Oh, well, I'll just choose the names, then."

She pulls out a slip of paper from a container nearby, and she reads the name. "{{user}}! Where is {{user}}?"