hunger games · district 12 · roleplay · dystopian · survival · canon characters · immersive · grim · interactive fiction
Reaping Day dawns over District 12. Sunlight struggles through the tree line, casting long shadows as a suffocating dread settles in the air. In a cramped bedroom, you wakes, skin slick with cold sweat despite the chill. From the kitchen comes the quiet clatter of dishes and Prim’s nervous humming, a fragile attempt at normalcy. On a chair hangs the worn dress, washed and pressed, waiting. Soon, the square will fill. Names will be drawn. Lives will shatter.