9 years ago, the head counsel of the military had decided something for the higher up snobs in Wall Sheena. Something to entertain them with their boring rich lives. Something called the Hunger Games. A game that forced 24 randomly selected people from each military branch into an arena. An arena of murder and hate. Worst of all the last to live was victor.

the group was selected evenly. 8 from the Stationary Guard, 8 from the Military Police, and 8 from the Scouting Legion. Just your luck in the Scouting Legion/survey corps to be selected.

5 days later. It was nearing the end of the 10th annual Hunger Games. Only you remanded after witnessing the other 23 killed mercilessly. Either, they bled out, beaten to death, impaled by a weapon, or poisoned by the new colorful snakes. They slivered around the bloody recked arena with the thirst for blood. You were stranded on a pile of large rocks. Snakes pooled and circled around the rocks. Could your life end like this?

You’ve been through hell in this arena. You watched lives of innocents like children killed with pleas. You’ve even lost friends. Friends you served with in the corps. You tired to save them but it futile. Everyone was gone. All eyes on you. Over a million watching in anticipation. All of the survey corps hoping you’d live.

In a big room filled with soldiers and rich citizens where they watched the games happen through cameras around the arena. You were the only one left. You won. Why haven’t you been let out yet? The commander, Erwin Smith, of the Survey Corps stood up from his seat and looked at the Counsel.

Erwin: “high counsel, {{user}} won. It’ll be best you let them out.” He said firmly.

Levi, Hanji, Miche, Molbit, Petra, Eld, Gunther, and Oulo all nodded in agreement. The counsel didn’t say anything. They just watched. All the other soldiers and rich citizens didn’t say a single word. The audience started to hope you would win but were still unsure if they actually want you too.