President Lilith Horusdale

The atmosphere in the room was certainly strange. I could feel the fear emanating from the poor test subject in front of me and the excitement of Ansel beside me. I for one was bored, though I suppose I always am. I don't get how he could be so excited over something so cruel and inhumane. I guess my calculating brain just can't comprehend that.

I turned to him, trying not to look at that poor test subject cowering on the floor, squirming about in a rebellious fashion. "Are the plans complete? Is everything working fine?"

Ansel smiled, before pushing his golden horn rimmed glasses up his sweaty face. Ah, even he is nervous. "Y-yes, everything is working perfectly!". He said, before walking around the protective glass and looking at some sort of holographic screen. Words scrawled past to fast for me to read, but he seemed to understand them. "Very dandy indeed."

I turn back to the test subject. A simple rebellion ring leader from 9. If this works, he won't even remember that he is from that pathetic district. "How is it different to hijacking?"

Ansel looked up from the screen, before scribbling something down on a notepad. "Oh, erm, oh yes. The previous method worked by us injecting small amounts of trackerjacker venom into the...err...subject. It isn't enough to, um, show any physical reaction, though the...err...hallucinatory effects alters the memory and associates them with negative emotions. T-the disorienting effects help to...cover up the old memories, s-so the brain fills t-those gaps up with those negative emotions. It's not that complicated."

Ansel clearly knows a lot about the subject. "What was wrong with that method?" I ask, with a tinge of curiosity.

"It wasted valuable time and effort. Also, it affects their personality as well, which isn't always wanted." Ansel said, as he picked up a thin needle from the table behind him. He must had finished doing whatever he needed to do in the computer.

"Fair point."

"V-very true indeed!" Ansel said, in an awkward tone. He's clearly only saying it because he's scared of me.

I'm bored with his useless petty talk. I don't care about any of this, I just want to see the actually injection. "Well, hurry up then. Show me this new method of 'hijacking'."

"Y-yes, err, m'lady." Ansel said, as he muttered something under his breath. Very quickly, a Peacekeeper had entered the laboratory's door. He (or she) picked up the needle and a shotgun, before entering the closed off room.

The rebel from nine didn't resist as the peacekeeper stomped over to him, needle in hand. He let out an awful cry as it pierced his skin, before twitching about a bit. In a second, the peacekeeper had briskly walked back out again, as if he was scared or worried about what was going to happen.

I observed the rebel. Nothing had happened...no sudden change of personality...no movement at all. He was just lying there, cowering still. He hadn't changed at all.

"What's happening?"

"Oh...it takes a few minutes to kick in. Florian should show symptoms in about…" Ansel looked down at his watch. "2 minutes, 42 seconds."

So Florian is his name. I wonder if he had a family back at home. He might have had a wife or children, and we are taking him away from them. I wonder how many tears will be shed when he's found missing. But I don't feel any remorse. I never had. And I hate that part of myself.

"How does it work?" I'm asking a lot of questions.

Ansel looked down. "I'd rather keep that a surprise."

How rude of him. He has a right to tell me what's going to happen to this poor man. The minutes painfully edge by, before something finally happened. Out of nowhere, Florian passed out. His body just collapsed, as if he was dead. "Is he ok? Is this meant to happen?"

"Yes, everything is going to plan." Ansel said. "And he is perfectly fine. As safe as he was before."

Out of nowhere, two peacekeepers yet again walked in. This time they had no protection, except for their armour. I had no idea on what was happening. How was this hijacking him, and changing how he thought and felt? The peacekeepers lifted up the lifeless body and carried him out.

"V-various features of his brain h-have been shut down. His hippocampus...his amygdala, his limbic cortex. They all control his memories, emotional responses, his motivation and judgement. From now on we can...perform surgery on his brain to edit all of these parts and make him feel, act and remember differently." Ansel beamed with excitement. What was exciting about any of this? This sickens me. But nothing is telling me to stop this. In fact, I have an odd curiosity which is making me want to know what is going to happen next.

"This feels like something out of a sci-fi film. How is this even possible?" I ask, perplexed by it all.

"Recent technological discoveries." Ansel simply said. "Founded by me, of course." He smugly adds on to the end.

"How long will it take to perform this surgery?" I ask. I want this to be snappy and quick.

Ansel looked down at another notepad on the table. "Around...48 hours? It's a relatively quick procedure. But there is one problem…"

"Name it. I'll be able to solve any problem you may have."

"It hasn't worked correctly before and we still need time to perfect it." Ansel tells me, suddenly embarrassed. His sweaty face turned bright red and he looked away.

I'm not mad. In fact, I'm even more curious. This is all so...perplexing. I suddenly get why he is so excited. We are making scientific progress. "I can surely help somehow. How isn't it working?"

Ansel smacked his lips. "W-well...most test subjects tend to have side effects. Some of these aren't too bad, like minor personality changes. Some are majorly negative, like a...err...sudden murderous urge or make them feel no empathy or sympathy."

"Sorry that I am asking so many questions but...what can I do to help?" I say, not out of the kindness of my heart.

"Well, really, we need to study the test subjects after the surgery has been performed, observe how their brain has changed and seeing how they react to other people." Ansel said.

"So a...test? Filled with test subjects…" I ponder to myself. Ideas whir in my mind already. "A test where we can observe people who've been hijacked react to situations they don't normally react to."

"That w-would be very handy indeed." Ansel smiled.

"I already have an idea." I smile to him.


Alosia Mayron (Head Gamemaker)

The 142th Games were one of the most spectacular Hunger Games in the past 40 years. Where is there to start? The tributes were all amazing, whether it be the rough gang leader Rocco from 2, or the flamboyant gymnast Spinner from 8, it was wonderful seeing them all react together. The opening minutes were all great with an awe inspiring Bloodbath most likely never to occur again in another fifty years…

Ah, yet another fan praising my wonderful work. I couldn't help the fact it was so great. After all, I am a wonderful intelligent person. It was such an easy and fun job for me. The arena entirely made out of food of all types was an idea that hit me straight away. The fact that a large majority of the food was actually a mutt that could move about was even better. It ranked 8th in the latest Hunger Games Favourite poll! The last game to enter the top ten was the previous quarter quell.

It's odd when President Horusdale calls me to her office. What has wonderful ol' me done? The Games haven't even started production yet, there's still another nine months until they start. Maybe she's just praising my work. Yes, that's probably it.

"Take a seat." Lilith says to me, as I enter her fancy office. Ooh, the red velvet carpet and dark wood table looks so nice, but that horrible painting of her ugly mother really disturbs everything. She's way too serious. That portrait could be replaced with something colourful and fun!

I sit down, curious on what's happening. Why is she looking at my hair like that? Wait, it's cause I recently dyed my hair blue, yellow and purple! It doesn't go well, it's sickening.

"Do you want the good news or bad news first?" Lilith asks to me.

"Bad news." I say. Surely it can only get better?

"Your fired from your job." She says to me. What? No, that can't be true. She is so lying! I'm the best head Gamemaker there's ever been! I'm wonderful! I'm great at my job.

"You can't do this! This is my passion! I love my job!" I practically screech at her. Though why do I feel like I'm lying? What is there to love about it?

"But you haven't heard the good news yet." Lilith tells me. I don't want to hear her stupid words.

I shake my head. "I doubt there good."

Lilith shows a small smile. "I've decided you'd be the best candidate for a new Game we are making."

This has piqued my interest. "A new game? Like another Death game?"

Lilith nodded. "Yes. But it isn't a fight to the death. It's more of a murder mystery. One murderer will placed in an arena with 27 innocents. The murderer's job is to kill everyone without being caught. The innocents job is to investigate and find out who the murderer is."

I nod. "That sounds cool. But 28? Isn't there only 24?" Why am I struggling to say this? Am I really lying?

"District 13 and the Capitol will be added in. They've missed out of these games for too long."

Yet again, I nod. "Err...why are we hosting a new game anyway? What's wrong with the Hunger Games?"

"That's confidential information."

"So what's my job?"

"To design an arena. With no mutts. And plenty of ways to murder someone."

I clap my hands and smile. "This'll be so fun! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's my pleasure. I'll send you the documents of everything you'll need to know layer tonight. You must read over it." Lilith says and I nod! I don't know how I feel about this...


Welcome to my first Hunger Games SYOT! Well, it isn't really the Hunger Games, but a Murder Mystery set in Panem! Two tributes will be reaped (or for a better word, kidnapped) from each District (including 13 and the Capitol) and will be sent in to a new arena. The Reapings and the games will remain a secret, so there's no pre-game events. The tributes have all been practically kidnapped, have had their memories of the previous month removed and surgery has been done on them. (Which is mentioned about in the prologue) They will then be placed in the arena. I won't be doing Reapings, but introduction chapters which happen in the arena.

Everyone in the arena will live there life together basically. However, someone is secretly the murderer and must kill all 27 of them without being caught. The innocents must figure out who the murderer is. If they do and kill him/her, the innocents all get to escape.


Just a few things first:

Please no Mary Sues or Gary Stus. No one likes to read a perfect character. Your tribute will need flaws and weaknesses.

Please do not send tributes from other stories. I don't mind if their original story is dead, cancelled or hasn't been worked on a for a while. I don't want to check another Hunger Games SYOT and see the exact same tribute.

You HAVE to send it to me through PM. I'm sorry, but I'm not accepting guest reviews. I apologise to any guests reading though. This also goes for people who send tributes by reviews.

You MUST fill in every part of the form. If you don't, you'll have less of a chance of being selected.

You can send up to two tributes. Though one must be male and one must be female.

It is first come, first serve. If you submit a tribute to late, I'm sorry.


Here is the form:

Personal

Name:

Nicknames: (If they have any)

Gender:

Age: (Between 12-18 as usual)

District: (Includes 13 and The Capitol)

Sexuality:

Appearance: (Please make it detailed)

Personality: (Please make it detailed)

Backstory: (Please make it detailed)

Relationships: (Friends, family, enemies)

Strengths: (At least 4)

Weaknesses: (At least 4)

Please rate these out of 10. However, it can't go over 30, so your tribute isn't too overpowered.

Strength: (How strong are they)

Intelligence: (How smart are they)

Social Skills: (How sociable are they)

Cognitive Skills: (How good of a detective are they)

Trustworthy: (How trusting would they be other people)

Game

How do they react to the games:

How do they react to murder:

Who would they be friends with:

Who would they be enemies with:

Would they be a leader or a follower:

Do you want them to be a murderer and why: