Fear the Deviation, sent from the Devil

Inhuman mutants sent to mislead

Mocking of the true image, in form of God

God has no faith in us, the sinful people

Disgusted by the weak-will in our hearts

Do not be merciful towards wicked creatures

Deserved to be punished, burnt, outlawed

The stock of the Lord must be untarnished

We must have resolution and faith

To keep the purity within our society

Follow the Repentances with complete sincerity

Or be doomed by God’s wrath in a Tribulation 

Accursed is the Mutant

Death is pure black,
dark and murky

Death is the desperate cries of a child who's lost her mother
heart-wrenching and despairing

Death smells like burning flesh,
nauseating and revolting

Death looks like a dark mist,
engulfing and swallowing

Death is oppressive, unknown and frightening,
eternal damnation

    The impact the repentance “Only the image of God is man” makes on David’s community is huge. They believe that any being that wasn’t formed exactly how God “meant” to form them, even though they looked human, was not human and was a blasphemy against God. The community rejects all difference in people. They believe that these different people were sent from the devil and that they should be put to death. 

    This repentance is shown in the everyday Sunday preach of the “Definition of Man”. It states that any being who did not have the normal amount of features and who had even the slightest difference from the definition was a deviation and hateful in the eyes of God. Some of these Deviations lived in the Fringes, shunned and despised by the “humans” because they were “inhuman”. Sophie’s extra toe would be viewed as a deviation, and therefore, following this repentance, she would be inhuman and a blasphemy against God.

    I have not seen this in action in my life because in our society, people are mostly accepting towards people who are different. In our society, even double-headed twins, such as Abigail and Brittany, are accepted as people who are different. In the community, this would be viewed as diabolical and horrific.

    If this repentance was seen daily in my life, I believe that I will go completely mad. I value myself as a person who accepts everyone for what they are, and if this was to be enforced upon my life, my values would have to change drastically and I would certainly be unwilling to do so. I would also take this somewhat literally and imagine that every human being much look exactly like one another.

    I predict that this would be a huge part of the book, and Sophie would be impacted greatly because of it. Sophie’s sixth toe would make her “inhuman”, as claimed by this repentance and she will surely face hardships from the people, who believe strongly in this repentance. Sophie’s mother said, “If anyone were to find out, they'd -- they'd be terribly unkind to her. We've got to see that that never happens.” This would be because of the repentance and Sophie would have to face a group of people who intends to destroy this blasphemy.

Name: Morgan Blanchette

Age: 18

Family members: Iris Blanchette (Sister)

Job/Daily Routine/Status in Society: Very skilled with landmines, electricity, and explosives. Works in a factory that manufactures landmines and electrical fences

Personality: Has a deep resentment towards everything. Despises the Capitol but longs for the sophisticated weaponry that is available there. Secretly harbours a deep hatred for everyone and everything. Dreams of destroying the world and is an extreme sadist. Despises her sister.

Anything else Relevant: Mentally abusive to her sister but not known to the other residents of the district. No friends

I tell everyone mom and dad died of an accident, earning their sympathies. It's hilarious seeing their genuine compassion. Little do they know that I am technically their murderer. I was just born with too much passion, and for that fact, negative passion. My parents were the type that would cook you blueberry pancakes every morning and leave love notes around the house, except they can't cook and they can't write legibly. Anyways, after an argument, I decided, as revenge, to bake the nastiest tasting cake that has ever been on the human earth. Considering that I'm the only one in my family that knows how to make edible food, all of my family members trust me with the cooking. It was just a coincidence that batteries were in the mixing bowl and somehow were supercharged when it was cooked in the oven. And of course, after my parents eagerly dug in with their metal (electricity conducting) forks, they were electrocuted on the spot. Tough luck. I was 5 years old and I officially am an orphan who murdered her own parents. Cool! We were taken in by our neighbour until I could work. The plus side is that I have no parents who would fuss over everything I do and I was completely carefree (minus a sister)

The battery incident got me interested in electricity. Maybe one day I'll discover a way to electrocute/blow up/extinguish/wipe out/get rid of all human kind with this new knowledge! Having a little sister is such a hinderance. It's also another mouth to feed. I decided that, since she was here, why not take full use of that and make her work for her keep. Don't worry, it's not manual labor. She's just my test subject for all my difference experiments. Sadly, I still cannot kill her. If she did, all that food would have gone to waste. Isn't it amazing to watch people writhe and suffer under your power.

All through school, no one knows about my secret dream to demolish the world. I was just the loner kid who seemed to have an evil aura revolving around her all the time. Fine with me. I'd rather no one interrupt me when I'm planning for world destruction.

When working age came, I figured if that if I have to work, I might as well do something that I enjoy, which unfortunately, is nothing (besides dreaming about destroying the world, but I can't do that for a job). I decided to do the next best thing, gain knowledge about how to achieve my ultimate dream, demolishing the world! I picked up a job at the nearest explosive and electricity factory and began working my way up. With my natural talent with electricity and anything that is capable of mass murder, I soon became extremely skilled and was raised to the position of an engineer. Strangely, all my competitors began dying of strange causes, such as electrocution and getting blown up by mines that I set- er- I mean that some strange terrible person set up in their homes. This gave me the opportunity to learn more about mass murdering, and I could get my hands on so many more lethal weapons and things to make lethal weapons. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

The reaping comes every year. I always silently wish that my sister would get picked or that my sister would volunteer for someone. The Capitol is a terrible place. Detestable, like the rest of human kind and the entire world. These fools are just leaving all this to waste! I could demolish the world with these top quality materials! They really should put the entire population of humans into the Hunger Games. And the last person standing would go mad and kill her/himself! That would also be an easy way to exterminate the whole human kind! But then again, I want to blow up the world myself.

I also want to be chosen for the Games. It will offer me a chance to go to the Capitol. Then, I'll proceed to blow up everyone there and then get into the resource stock and fulfill my plan to destroy the world! I just always seem to forget to volunteer because I start laughing at the poor kids who are chosen. I hate them. It will be fun to watch them die. This is my last year for the easy way of my plan. If I don't get picked again (and I'll sure be laughing at the people who are picked and therefore forget to volunteer) then I will have to work with the limited resources I have and try to gain more over time. World destruction would have to be pushed back by a whole lot. Oh well, one cannot have everything.

I've got to run now. I need to go torture-er take care of my sister, and then plan more about my world destruction plan!

I linked this image of a boy in India begging for money after the Hindus have participated in their religious worship to when Oteka was sitting in the church and was approached by Jacob. Even though Oteka was not begging, he was in the same situation as this little Indian boy. They both needed money, however, Oteka did not want to hurt his dignity and therefore he did not beg. This little boy had to beg for money, perhaps to provide basic staples for himself that he did not have. Moreover, Oteka was sitting in a church, and this boy is sitting somewhere where the Hindus have performed "puja" which is the word for the Hindu religious ceremony. The fact that they both were at a place of worship strengths my connection.