Harvest Day Judgment

Sixty-four years ago, the much-anticipated Tenth Hunger Games came to a triumphant close. Sixty-four years later, the authoritarian President Snow is devoured by the angry crowds, finger by finger, tooth by tooth, tongue by tongue. He is satisfied: humanity's darkest side has burst forth in its bitterest flame. I have fulfilled my mission. I can rest in peace.

He stopped breathing, blood pooling across the ground.

Then his chest suddenly began to move, beating with the vitality of an eighteen-year-old Coriolanus Snow's heart. Snow drew a breath and realized he had returned to the penthouse of his luxurious apartment building... And today was the Reaping. The Tenth Hunger Games were about to begin...

Treasure of Panem,

Greatest of cities,

Through countless years, you still shine as brightly as new.

We kneel in humility

Theme: People are complex.