“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin!”

“Ladies and gentlemen....."His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!”

“Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.”

“Let the Hunger Games Begin!”

“I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light.Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..."His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!”

“Greeting to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed," he says. "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”