All right, I'm already working on so many other stories, but I think I can do another one! This is my first SYOT- I have wanted to do it for a while, so here it is!

As usual, my setup is that the rebellion never happened- Katniss and Peeta didn't play the star-crossed lovers trick and Cato won the Games by himself. The seventy-fifth Games was not the beginning of the "Victor's Purge" because it was not Games in which victors participating, but they were the Games where they didn't have a Bloodbath- but where the tributes had to find supplies hidden all around the arena. The Capitol complained about the Games not having a precious Bloodbath, and the Games were considered the worst Quell there had been and the head Gamemaker was executed because of it. President Snow died of old age a little after the 80th Hunger Games and his granddaughter took over. Her name is still President Snow, so don't get confused between them ;)

Here's the deal. I need forty-eight tributes and they need to be submitted on the forum I'm making for it. Please submit them there, I will not be able to use them if you submit them via review. Sorry, but I need to work with the rules and this way doesn't break them.

Onto the prologue!

Ah, Panem. A pretty easy place to keep charge of. A regular day for President Snow was simple. Wake up. Get ready. Indulge in a luxurious breakfast. Attend some meetings. Indulge in a luxurious lunch. Have one or two more meetings, occasionally check with Peacekeepers for updates on the Districts, have the rest of the day to herself. Repeat every day. She was the granddaughter or President Snow and had inherited so much power. She could do as she pleased.

But today was no "regular day", but a special one. She would meet with the Head Gamemaker and announce the Quarter Quell- the first one she had done since President Snow had died and passed the power down to her. And the one hundredth Games as well- quite the honor.

She sat at her desk, fiddling with her pen, impatiently awaiting Rolph Thames, Head Gamemaker, who was the Gamemaker for the second year after the untimely death of the last one. She liked Rolph, much more than the last one. He had inventive ideas and although she had not seen the idea for the Quell, she was sure he would make it a huge success, as it would be known as the greatest Games in history.

And then her scatterbrained secretary intern (oh, why had she let her real secretary take the day off today of all days?) rushed in, clutching a rumpled mess of papers that were falling of her hands and floating to the ground. "Rolph is here, M'am. Shall I send him in?" she then dropped all of her papers. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry." she got onto her knees and began to pick them all up.

President Snow rolled her eyes. "Yes, you should, Andromeda." Picking up the last of the papers, Andromeda hurried out, papers flying behind her. She heard her say something to someone outside, and then ran back in to pick up the papers she had dropped. Again.

Rolph walked in, stepping over Andromeda, clutching a big brown briefcase. "Hello, President." he stuck out his hand formally and professionally.

"Hello, Rolph." President Snow reached out to shake his hand. "Please, sit down."

Rolph sat down in the chair in front of her desk and set his briefcase on his lap.

"So, what do you have for me?" President Snow asked, trying very hard to hide her eagerness.

"This." Rolph opened his briefcase and pulled out some papers and handing them to her. "So the Districts get the message of that." he pointed at some writing at the bottom of the paper the president was observing.

"Oh, I like that!" President Snow smiled. No, Rolph had not failed to disappoint her. "Have you thought of anything else for the Quell?"

"As in, how or how many tributes are being selected?" Rolph said with a little hint of surprise in his voice. "Of course! You really think my grandfather used that stupid box for the Quells? And that I'm going to? It's simply ceremonial." President Snow laughed, getting a sinking feeling that she would have to punish Rolph for not preparing enough.

Her thoughts must have appeared to be showing an emotion on her face, and he laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I do have some ideas." he pulled out some more papers. "I'm thinking of a combination of the other Quells. There will be forty-eight tributes and the Districts will have to select the people who go into the arena. But I don't think we should throw in the 75th Games twist, we know how the other Capitol members reacted to the lack of a Bloodbath."

"Indeed..." President Snow shrugged. "I think that would work. Thank you, Rolph. And could you please leave the briefcase with me?"

"Sure, I've got copies of the ideas." Rolph nodded and then he left.

Later that day, around evening time, she went out to the front of her mansion, where camera crews were preparing for the Quarter Quell announcement. President Rain smoothed her outfit and stared straight at the camera, and the cameraman signaled that they were filming.

"Good evening, citizens of Panem." President Snow smiled. "It is that time of year again- time for the Quarter Quell announcement. In honor of this Quell, there shall be a combination of the two great Quells in history, there will be forty-eight tributes and you will have to vote for those forty-eight. Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor." These Games would definitely be very exciting.

And she had looked through all the papers in the briefcase- Rolph definitely had some very interesting and intriguing ideas that would make these Games amazing. The Districts didn't even know half of what was coming to them.

She smiled, thinking of what was written on the plans. Even the sweetest things in life can be destroyed.

Please submit tributes! The link to the forum is on my profile! It leads to two links, my two forums. Make sure you click on the one that says "100th Hunger Games SYOT". ;)

Feel free to reserve tributes!