HUNGER GAME OF THRONES, A SYNOPSIS: A long time ago or from now on a familiar continent, all seven or twelve regions of the continent fought bloodily until the ascension of a brutal dictatorship, which ruled by dragons, or helicopters, from a capital blithely detatched from the suffering it imposed. It came to pass that annual tradition, or Nielsen imperatives, or incest and regicide, called forth from each of the seven or twelve regions a champion or two, chosen by birth or acclaim or television hostess, to fight for the throne, honor, survival, or free rent. The champions forged and betrayed alliances, employing the assistance of magic and science and sex and hairstylists and a lot of dumb luck. Quickly, or interminably, everybody killed everybody else, until at long or short last, our heroes lived the rest of their lives in peace, or died gruesomely, or undied gruesomely, or slinked off to hide behind a retreating publication date.
Outside the arena of battle, armies argued mercilessly about casting.
