A Blast From the Past: The 76th Games (SYOT OPEN)

by justicesquad111

Head Gamemaker Sandra Fast has been reading books about the world before Panem since she was little. She read, and read and read all so that one day she could create an arena unlike anything Panem had ever seen. This takes place 5 years after the rebellion failed District 13 is now involved in the Games. AU

1. Chapter 1

The arena was perfect.

It was everything Sandra Fast had ever wanted it to be. She smiled down at the Holo-Map in the Gamemaker's Headquarters. The new headquarters was filled with oil painted portraits of previous gamemakers and she felt it was extremely unsettling to have them all staring down at her. It was as though they were saying "Don't make the same mistakes we did..."

Ever since Sandra Fast was little she had poured over history books of the world that existed before Panem. This arena idea came to her like a dream, it was simply just meant to be. Just as she was beginning to get lost in thought she heard footsteps coming from the entrance to her room. She turned her head to see President Snow as stoic as ever. She immediately turned to face him and bowed her head a little.

"President Snow I was not expecting you" she announced.

"Ah, dear Sandra that's quite alright I wanted to surprise you anyway"

Snow smirked and walked down the steps and headed toward the Holo-map in the center of the room where Sandra was standing. He lowered his head his head to it was level with the three large triangle shaped structures that populated the arena.

He pointed a finger at the blue-ish projection of one and muttered " What are these, they're lovely..." he trailed off.

"I read in a book they're called Pyramids, they're meant to be tombs for deceased kings. Instead they will be tombs for our poor tributes." Sandra stepped away from the map and allowed Snow to look over it some more.

"Sandra dear your sandbox is quite lovely from what I can tell, don't disappoint me."

With that he straightened up, turned and strolled out of the room. Right in front of the door he paused in order to fix the portrait of the late Seneca Crane, making eye contact with Sandra as he did so. With a chuckle he walked out of the threshold and the pneumatic door closed itself behind him.

Hey guys this story is going to be a SYOT written by myself and my good friend Katie. The Tribute Profile is going to be on my profile. Look forward to seeing all of your awesome tributes! I WILL ONLY ACCEPT TRIBUTE SUBMISSIONS THROUGH PMs :D

-Ryan