Twenty-four Games and 552 bodies dead on the ground. The Capitol now expects more than senseless killing, craving a show that ends with a star. Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow has kept them entertained thus far, and with a new trick up his sleeve, he'll dazzle them once more. This is the year he establishes himself as king. Welcome to the First Quarter Quell. [SYOT OPEN]

The shadow of a faded star gets trampled on by a man in black. He sends screams through the night but they're silenced by the lost. Hell's finally frozen over and Coriolanus Snow steps out of the dust with vengeance. The 52nd Games are hardly his priority, but perhaps they'll distract Panem from his approaching storms. It's about time the Districts served their penance...

District Four's Academy has been reduced into dust. Come the 53rd Games, untrained and uncivilized Nim van Amstel must make do with ashes.

"No matter how far Panem progresses, at the end of the day, it's always the same." Fifteen years and thirteen Career Victors, the Games have becomes a slave to repetition. And the Capitol wants it that way. Let's hope they get their wishes for the 94th Anniversary of a war that was never worth fighting. [On Hiatus.]

Or, a series of alternate timelines in The Songbird's Preamble.