I can relate to the characters’ problems in the Hunger Games.
I too live in a superior society surrounded by the lesser slums and workers of humanity.
The nation has split into two, Democrates and Republicania. The independents and genocidal Radical Moderates have exterminated.
The elvish Democrats are the protectors of nature and efficient recycling. They slay all who harm trees or strip-mine, eating the bodies of their foes. Politically correct speech has all but dissolved freedom.
The barbaric Republicans possess an impressive array of arms and alcohol. A caste system puts all the unworthy at the bottom of society, brokenly promised a bigger salary every year by the giant corporations. Books, movies, and video games are all banned for hurtful and rebellious themes, unless they involve gunning down the Democrats.
In the final battle between the two nations, a glowing light appears. As both sides are blinded by the cosmic lasers, George Washington looks down from the hill with a sullen face. He is dressed in a toga with the colonial American flag.
“The fuck I tell you about unrestrained political parties,” he whispers, glorious cape and wig furling in the air.