A Better Ending to the Hunger Games

Mind Two:
So if you don't live under a rock, by now you have probably heard about the Hunger Games, either the movie or the book. And if you haven't read the second or third book of the series, then stop reading this post because it contains spoilers. And a lot of you who have read the books, were most likely disappointed with the ending, because Suzanne Collins is a nut job and likes to kill people. Mind One and I were talking about this and we realized that you, as readers (or movie watchers) and fans of us, deserve better than that. So we are here to present you with *drum roll* a better ending to the Hunger Games Trilogy!!! And if we get really motivated, a movie version. So here you go.

Since this is a blog and not a book, I will just sum up some key points for you.

Let's start with the end of book two. Katniss has been rescued from her second Hunger Games and told about The Revolution. Peeta was captured and taken to the Capitol to be totured. And right before Katniss went into the arena for the second time, she saw Cinna beaten to death because of the outfit he made her for the interview. Then Katniss goes to District 13 with Gale after being rescued from the arena. There, she meets the woman who will eventually become the new president, President Coin. Then she does a bunch of media stuff and fighting and then Peeta comes to District 13. He hates Katniss and thinks she is on the bad side because the Capitol tortured him with tracker jacker poison. Towards the end, President Snow and President Coin both die, and so do Prim and Finnick. Gale just disappears into another district, which puts Peeta and Katniss together in District 12. THE END.

And that was the extremely disappointing ending to the Hunger Games trilogy.

So now for my ending.

First of all, Cinna should have never died. The last thing she sees before she goes into the arena is Cinna being beaten, that part was fine. But he shouldn't have died. When she gets rescued by the hovercraft, the first thing she should see is Cinna. Then everybody lives happily ever after and Cinna doesn't have to die. (m1. In my world, Cinna lives, because Cinna is a god.)

Another thing that went wrong. Peeta. I loved Peeta in the first two books. Team Peeta all the way. But the third book made me hate him, because he hated Katniss, and I found myself kind of wishing she had ended up with Gale, because I don't like the new Peeta. His whole real or not thing, drives me to the brink of insanity.  My solution: Peeta does get taken out of the arena and he gets captured by the Capitol. He still gets tortured, but not with tracker jacker poison. Why not take it to the brink of dying, as far as torturing goes? That would be just as dramatic as the poison, but it would make a lot more people happy. The heroic story of how Peeta gets rescued and he is beaten to a bloody pulp and Katniss sees him and thinks back to all the time they spent in the arena, and then she realizes how much she loves him and that he is the one for her. Which brings me to my next point.

Gale. Suzanne Collins, I do not understand how you got away with just sending Gale away, like there was nothing ever there. That made me mad, too. Gale was supposed to die! That sounds horrible, but it could have turned out as a much better book if she had just offed Gale. She could have done it while he was in the line of battle, he didn't quite make it in one of the battle scenes. Then the world would have remembered him as a hero, instead of a coward who ran away from Katniss, and then Katniss wouldn't have felt guilty about her choice of being with Peeta. (m1. I hate peeta, but I'm glad that he's with Katniss, because that leaves open season on gale. DIBS)

Two last things to touch on: Finnick and Prim.
Suzanne Collins: WHAT THE HELL?!?! Why would someone in their right mind kill off Prim. The whole world just fell in love with her. And you pick NOW to kill her off? And what about Finnick? You couldn't have killed him off when he was an arrogant bastard? You had to wait until he married Annie and we actually started to like him? There is something seriously wrong with you.
I would have just had Prim be the only one that got out of that expolsion. That would have been a great idea. And Finnick and Annie deserved a happily-ever-after ending.

Now, I am done with my rampage. And watch the book shelves because I may just have to turn this into a novel.

Mind one.
I threw in some random comments, but honestly there isn't much to add to this other than..uh...WE ARE BETTER AT WRITING ENDINGS THEN YOU ARE SUZANNE!!!!
I shall now prove it by writing an epic end to this post.

The whole point being, you think you are J.K. Rowling, and that you can write some books, then kill off the people we all love and it will be okay. NO. J.K. did this in seven books, and seriously I would like to hit her for killing Dobby, and Fred, and Lupin, and Tonks, and everyfreakingone else I loved. So watch out for a new post soon about called "Notes from a Potterhead."

Madness is Intelligence.

Mind one.

I get told that I'm crazy, insane, or completely mad on a regular basis. I love it. I feel like a freaking evil scientist, like I could take over the world. Keep in mind that even though I look like I have no idea what I'm doing, chances are I have a plan, and ten to back it up. The plans may not be great, but I have them so...suck it.

For those that think I know what I'm doing.




For those that think batman is always a hero.



For those of us wondering What the hell am I doing with this post.


LOOK HOBBITSES.


I actually like running, this is for mind two.

(Go frodo!!!)

For those restaurants that give you like thousands of forks, and then not tell you which freaking fork to use first. I mean seriously.


For those people that don't get my stepbrothers obsession.


For those awkward crotch grabs that happen to all of us. (mind two: or those awkward balls landing on your face...mind one.)


For those of us who have ever tried on a dress without a zipper.


For those of us who rule the world.


How I'm sure filming the avengers actually went.

Mind Two:
I think this is another one of those posts that was supposed to be something and then Mind One learned how to use Tumblr. I can work with this.

For those of you who keep googling "Adam Levine penis"


For those of you that have a hard time explaining things to others


For those of you that have ever taken a test in school


For those of you that think in a positive way, such as "nothing can stop me."


For those of you that have ever been to Grandma's house


For those of you that have a Facebook


For those of you that like to comment on others status'


And finally, reasons that Mind Two does not go running.






If you do see me running, you probably should too.

And one more, for my lab partner.
How I feel every time one thing starts to go wrong.


And then this happens.



And since this post is really going nowhere, Mind Two feels like this would be a great time to explain something. You know when you are texting, and you use the phrase "lol" because you don't know what else to say? Well this is an excellent idea. But not because it means laugh out loud. To me, lol looks like a person drowning. Look at it. The letter L is the arm and the letter o is their head. Now you see it. Which is why I find it great when people text me lol when I want out of a conversation. They mean that was funny, but when I read it, I hear the sound a person would make if they were drowning. Let me give you an example.

Mind Two says something really funny while texting and this is the reply I get.
"You are so right lol"

How most people hear that:
That was really funny. Laughing sounds.

How Mind Two hears it:
You are so right. GWARNGGHHGUUUUGGHHHH  HELP HELP GWARNGGHHGUUGHH.

And now every time you see the phrase "lol" you will think of a drowning person. Your welcome.

How to Win on Picture Day

Mind Two:
Remember way back in middle school when they would call your class out and you would all line up in the gym and wait in line for pictures? This was the greatest because you just got to stand in the gym with all your friends. Except when it was your turn. Then you got all embarrassed because the lady can't just take a freaking picture, it has to be exactly perfect and then your smile ends up like this:

 And Tell's version:

And because everyone hated that lady, we all tried to pull pranks on her. But never really did anything great. Until Fat Jesus came along.

Fat Jesus is what Mind One and I have named my brother whose factually named Tell by birf certificate. (That last part was Tell. He wants to be famous so he had to mention his real name.) He has figured out a way to completely mess up those picture-day-ladies, which makes picture day better. Sort of. Anyway, I realized I haven't told any stories about him and this one seemed like a good one.

Fat Jesus( Part One):
Everybody knows how weird the picture ladies are right? 'cause every time it's some chicks that smell funny and have black teeth or something. Anyways, these creeper chicks that aren't hot enough to be called chicks are all trying to tilt my head and stuff. This is where it all started. I told them don't do that. They were just like hold on and I'm like NO!!!!! I was about to freak the freak out.

Fat Jesus(Part Two):
After I get this "chick" to stop messing with my head , they tell me to take my hat off. Answering their question, with a question (which is extremely upper level conversation I might add) I ask, " May I please fix my hair?" Naturally, they say sure. So I make sure every strand of hair on my head is perfectly the way I want it. Like so-

Fat Jesus(Part Three):
Then, they tried to get a good picture but there are two things that even the less fortunate or dumber people of the population can do to avoid this. One, you can blink so rapidly that they can't get a picture of you with your eyes open. This is nearly impossible for guys to do, but to girls I believe that they call it "fluttering eyelashes?" (M1 leaping in. Fluttering isn't a good thing to do. Instant headache.) Anyways this aggravated them more yet. Lo and behold, the other thing I did was smile creepily or stalker-like as shown below. This truly bestonishes (M1 again, is that even a word??) them and they give up with a picture of me like this! Bestonishes is a word that combines the extremely hard to grasp words bedazzled and astonishing. (It's now on my student ID card). (M1 once again, oh I see, fat jesus makes up his own words. Alright)

(M1 just wants to say. Hey pignose.)

Mind Two:
One last thing. I would just like to apologize for my brother. He is not really black, as you can see from the pictures, even though he talks like it in this post. So don't get confused. Mind One, your turn.

Mind one.
I hate the picture ladies. With an all firey burning passion. Like, if I were to become a dictator and rule the world, I would have a photocaust. And murder all the school photographers in the world. I naturally tilt my head when I smile. Like dis.

That's from last summer, now I do thisssss.

Holy fuzzies. Maybe like theeeeiiissss.



Mahhhm!!!!
Anyways. They get all up in my face, "Tilt your head!! Tip your chin!!" And I'm just like, "I tilt my head anyways, just let me do what I want." But they never do, so I end up looking really uncomfortable in every single school picture ever. Now I make sure to always be chewing a piece of gum, that way you can see it in my pictures. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH