“Elysian Porrier of District 6” … …The peacemaker guides him forward… “Whoa… honey, a little less on the pokey side!”… A splendid start; now a tender ache blossoms upon his ribs. What do they anticipate he will do? Flee? The very least he would do is unmake them… He crosses the threshold… Cold… That is the first sensation to greet him… a breath perhaps from some forgotten glacial tomb… it signifies nothing, for he has long since made an acquaintance of the cold… And then, an absolute darkness… He is momentarily arrested by the sudden nothingness, but instinct propels him toward the arsenal. As his sight yields to the shadows, his fingers find a bow… They observe as an arrow soars… a solitary arc through the void, piercing a solitary red dot…. Adequate, yet not ASTONISHING… and then he perceives … paint, its crimson heat a furious, living glow! He smiles, approaching the luminous pigment… and with deliberate grace, permits its droplets to anoint him… he is now robed in ichor—the very blood of divinities! And he comences his art… arrows sheathed in radiant, scorching scarlet, the air striated by the elegant, precise jabs of a spear! A torent of color inundates the Gamemakers until the only form that remains is that of a serpent… Peer into the chaos, and it is the only truth you will perceive! For you see, Elysian is a living masterpiece… and as any true artisan must present his work, he displayed it for them! He was grace persnified, refined, a virtuoso with every instrument of ruin! He would be victorious! “The Presidents serpent!” he declares, a smirk gracing his features. “I am Elysian Porrier, Starboy, Modèle d'Extravagance, and Panem’s Victor!” And he departs, a being of incandescent, furious red, a crimson dwarf.
