Was it like this then? Seventy-five years or so ago? Did a group of people sit around and cast their votes on initiating the Hunger Games? Was there dissent? Did someone make a case for mercy that was beaten down by the calls for the deaths of the districts’ children? The scent of Snow’s rose curls up into my nose, down into my throat, squeezing it tight with despair. All those people I loved, dead, and we are discussing the next Hunger Games in an attempt to avoid wasting life. Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change now.
rushes straight into the blood bath because they're certain they'll survive it, finds smallest tribute and protects them until their last breath because it's the honorable thing to do
doesn't have an alliance because statistically they always go wrong, finds creative ways to kill other tributes without actually engaging in combat, thus increasing their chances of survival
plays a very strong social game, creates an alliance of strong tributes, gains their trust, then kills them in the end. Uses other tributes to do the dangerous work
forms a strong alliance, tries to win by outlasting the other tributes instead of killing them. Doesn't engage in physical combat unless they or one of their alliance is threatened