What Would Be Your Fate In The Hunger Games?
You lasted longer than most by relying on brute strength, but another tribute killed you at the last minute with a barrage of arrows. Your home district was heartbroken and declared your birthday a national holiday.
You were fast and sneaky throughout the games, and chances are you would've won if you'd been more aware of your surroundings. Turns out those carrot-looking roots you ate were deadly, but look on the bright side: they tasted divine and caused wonderful hallucinations right before they stopped your heart.
You were talented at staying hidden, foraging on the surrounding fauna. Unfortunately, you got a little too comfortable in the forest and overslept one morning. You didn't even notice the manufactured forest fire until it was too late. May you rest in sizzling, toasty pieces.
You almost made it. You were THIS close! Unfortunately, you couldn't overtake the career you ended the games with. The good news is that you were so popular with viewers that they made an action figure out of you. Neat!
You were the favorite to win, and you didn't disappoint. Your natural leadership skills combined with generous gifts from capitol sponsors led to an easy victory. But answer this: can you keep it up at next year's games? Everyone expects you to volunteer again...
You won the games, and you never even had to take a life. You ran, you hid, you watched as the tributes picked each other off. In the final showdown, the final remaining tribute tripped and impaled himself on a javelin. Congratulations!
To be fair, that was a really gorgeous butterfly you saw in the cornucopia. But the games hadn't even officially started when you stepped off your pedestal to go chase it and a land mine blew you to bits. The capital felt sorry for you and named the newly discovered butterfly after you.
You could've won, but there was a mixup at the capitol. A sponsor was supposed to send you a simple salve for a cut on your arm, but accidentally sent you a deadly toxin. Your arm promptly fell off, and it was mere hours before the rest of your body followed suit. Rest assured that the sponsor responsible for your death was executed.
Because of a clerical error at the capitol, your name was accidentally deleted from the roster. You managed to stay hidden during the games long enough for a winner to be declared, and then you were able to simply waltz out of the arena and no one was the wiser. Good job?