A/N: I have adopted this SYOT from twiheart2thebone. I don't have the tribute's forms though, so if you submitted a tribute, then that spot has been reserved for you, so you can resubmit your tribute. There are still some spots left if you want to submit a tribute :) I know I have two tributes of my own, but I submitted them before I adopted this story and I promise they won't win.

Kristine ;-)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or anything you recognize.


I skittered across the floor screeching, "All wrong! It's all wrong! Those mutts are supposed to go there, not there!" The young girl trembled in fear as I slapped her across the face and hissed in her face, "Make it perfect or else!" Every frustration, every fear will be taken out on the poor, poor tributes this year. Starting with the perfect arena...


"La, la, la, la, la!" sang a little pink haired girl in her Capitol home as she waited for the program announcing information on the next Hunger Games to come on. The screen changed and she saw the face of President Snow and shrieked, "Mommy, Mommy! It's on!" Her wildly dressed mother came tittering into the living room where her daughter sat. "Ooh, how exciting!" she squealed, nearly more childlike than her daughter. She took a seat on the couch as the President smiled. "Our Head Gamemaker this year is Mister Liame. He has come to speak to you about this wonderful time of year, The Hunger Games!" The man with messy, gold hair came onto the screen with a smile and said, "Hello, citizens of Panem and Happy Hunger Games!" The crowd roared with delight. Cheers and claps bursted out. Some of the more thrilled people jumped and screamed his name.

He was planning this. He was bringing them the entertainment they so richly desired. "This year will be the best yet, I promise this to all of you! Now, I don't want to reveal too terribly much..." he trailed off as the girl who had heard all the information that was enjoyable to her skipped away merrily.


A/N: The form, sponsor system, and rules are on my profile.