Anyhoo, those who know me know that I’ve never read nor seen The Hunger Games, and my surprisingly not-very-scant knowledge of said series rests in things I’ve gleaned from people talking about, internet research, and a parody book called
And yet here I have the audacity to write an ATLA version of The Hunger Games. Yep, that's me alright.
UPDATE: now that it's morning and I'm thinking straight, I've sorted everyone properly into districts 1-12, and updated the story accordingly.
The story obviously may include humor; and it will be posted in 1100 to 1200 word snippets, simply because that way I might be able to update this regularly.
UPDATE2: there actually is something significant about the games being #79. Fans of The Hunger Games universe might be surprised to see some of their old favorite characters make appearances in Part II of this fic.
Anyhoo, let's get to it.
TRIBUTES, DISTRICTS, & DANGER SCORES
Chapters will be numbered X-Y, where X is the day number, and Y is the chapter number of that day.
ACT I: THE DEATH TOURNAMENT
It was only moments before the games would begin. The tributes were in place, ready to be brought up to the arena. All that remained was the gamemakers’ announcement.
“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to the Avatar Incarnates show, with your favorite hosts and gamemakers: Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, & Yangchen! In honor of the 79th Annual Hunger Games, we are continuing with our latest trend in bending the rules. This year, the tributes have been chosen based on notoriety, in the anticipation that this will be one the longest, most exciting, sitting-on-the-edge-of-your-seat intense and bloodiest Hunger Games yet!”
“You know,” Kuruk raised an eyebrow once they were off national TV, “I’m half surprised we don’t go call them Death Games now, especially with the recent changes over the last five games.”
“It’s a matter of appealing to tradition, Kuruk dear,” Yangchen reminded him, “And saying Hunger but Mainly Death Games is much too long.”
“We talk about length and yet the arena is one clearly designed to make the games drag out.” Kyoshi noted, “Although that’s not necessarily a bad thing in this case.”
Nonetheless, Kyoshi had a point. It seemed that there had been extra effort put into the building of the arena this time around, which said something given the effort put into the arena each and every year. This year the Cornucopia was surrounded by four watchtowers that had explosive ballistae with accuracy reminiscent of the Yu Yan Archers inside, or so the rumors went. Each tower had an elemental insignia on each face, with Fire being in the northwest, Water being in the southeast, Air being in the northeast, and Earth being in the southwest.
Lakes, ruins, and forests dominated the rest of the arena, but also hidden in the wilderness were 8 different temple-like structures: to the far west, a Fire Temple; to the far east, an Earth Temple, and to the far north and south, 2 Water Temples. 4 Air Temples were also in those general directions, but were closer to the central field and the Cornucopia.
The tributes were roaring and ready to go, and moments later, a gong was sounded as Roku announced “Let the 79th Annual Hunger Games… begin!”
As the tributes swarmed onto the battlefield, a traditional chant was announced as well, as was traditional for each and every Annual Hunger Games.
“…and may the odds ever be in your favor…”
The nonbending Tributes scrambled for the Cornucopia the quickest, and their dexterity and reflexes not only kept them from being shot down by some of the benders who were shooting projectiles at them, but also enabled all of nonbenders to make it into the Cornucopia unhurt. Inside they found assortments of weapons, some supplies, and most notably, chi-blocker gear that was strongly reminiscent of the gadgets and tools the Equalists equipped themselves with. Many of the weapons were either dipped in oil or were electrified. Given the torches that were lining the area, it became clear what the oil had been for.
The first fight broke out between Joo Dee and Suki, when the former had picked up a fiery electrified rod that the latter had lunged for. Suki kicked her feet off one wall and clung to the ceiling, a pair of knives now in her hand. Joo Dee did not even move as Suki attacked—she used the rod in her hands to block each and every one of Suki’s moves.
“You do not want to attack Joo Dee,” she said in a sing-song voice, “you put at risk the fine culture and grandeur of Ba Sing Se.”
Suki would hear none of it, but Joo Dee’s surprising dexterity had them on edge for long enough.
“Look, Zuzu,” Azula chirped, “its father—don’t you want to defeat him and regain your honor?”
“His danger score was more than twice mine,” Zuko argued, and Azula interrupted.
“Everyone did better than you, little brother,” she taunted, “because you’re a failure. That’s why I’m here—to make sure that District 5 does not shamefully lose both of its tributes within the opening minutes. Come now, you’re not afraid of the big bad Career Tributes now, are you?”
All of the tributes were well-aware of the powerful Careers—the tributes from Districts 1, 2, and 4, who were generally much more dangerous than the remaining tributes, usually due to natural skill. The Tributes from District 2 in particular were the ones to watch out for this time—both of them were reckless powerhouses that attacked head-on, and asked questions later. Some of the warier tributes had noticed that both Ursa from District 1 and Toph from District 2 had vanished the moment the gong had sounded. Ozai was burninating his way south towards the Air Temple, which was still a ways off—or more accurately, he was chasing down the female tribute from District 8, who appeared to be a step ahead of him at every turn.
In fact, the District 8 Tribute, who was Katara, ran right past them without even noticing Azula. Her eyes met with Zuko for a split-second that seemed like eternity. The message in her lovely blue eyes was quite clear, and it touched Zuko’s heart. She had not said a single word to Zuko, but Zuko knew at once that she was the one, given the message she gave off.
“If you’re still alive when I’m done with Ozai, I’m going to killinate you next.”
Yep, she was definitely the one for him. Hopefully, she’d stave off Ozai long enough for him to challenge his father and regain his honor.
“And with that, ladies and gentlemen,” Yangchen announced, “we have our Zutara evidence for the day in the form of said tributes giving each other nonverbal death threats and making eye contact for a grand total of 1.2 seconds!”
Zuko decided to ignore it. After all, they were in a death tournament, and he had stalled long enough. Then again, so was Azula, and she hadn’t been hit yet either.
“I’m not going to stick around,” she giggled, “looks like one of the careers have taken the Fire Tower, and frankly, I do not wish to be shot.”
No sooner had she said that, than a ballista bolt hit right where she had been standing, engulfing them in a cloud of smoke. Zuko coughed and heard a cannon boom.
“So much for me dying first, Azula” he laughed triumphantly, but was tapped on the shoulder.
“Let me spell it out for you, Zuzu: I’d run if I were you,” said the voice. It was Azula, and she was unhurt. Without another word, she sped off in a trail of blue flames, towards the East Air Temple.
RESULTS OF CHAPTER 1-1: (spoilers)