Yep, it's another one of those SYOTs. You know you love them. Does it have a twist? Probably.
If you want to submit a tribute, the form is on my profile. To keep this legal, I'm only accepting submissions via PM, in other words: DO NOT SEND IN YOUR TRIBUTE VIA REVIEW!
I don't really want Bloodbath tributes, so don't send them in, and any of those annoying too perfect tributes will die quickly. Read 'How to Make Your Tribute Not Suck' if in doubt. Reserves are accepted, but only for 24 hours. You can send in a maximum of 2 tributes each, and there is no guarrantee they will both be accepted. I'm not going to nag you any longer because I know it annoys people.
For now, a little taste test of my writing, and a prologue to the games: Here are the final moments of the 18th games… Send those tributes in quick!
The arena shook with a deafening rumble, as the two of them ran. The ground fell away beneath their feet, into the tumbling grey sea that roared below. Icy rain hit their skin and grazed their faces, drawing blood. The girl swiped her brown curls out of the way and was surprised when it came back with a handful of hair. The radiation from the explosion was taking effect. He was at her heels, screeching and slashing with a rusted sword.
Everything was collapsing now, she could see the trees and rocks ahead all crumbling into the cavernous ocean. She tripped on a root and fell face first into the mud. In a flurry of matted hair, tooth and blood he jumped and tackled her whilst she tried to stand.
"Screw you, Karo." She spat, along with a mouthful of dirt. "You used to be my friend." Karo grabbed the remainder of her hair and pushed her head back down. He tried his hardest not to cry as he drowned the only person that had accepted him for who he was.
"Game over, Karming." He panted raggedly, as he held her face into the dirty puddle. Karming's arms flailed wildly. Karo felt his soul rip with each desperate push from his victim. Karo pushed her down until she stopped moving. He had won.
A canon went off somewhere and he slowly turned her over. Karming's pretty face was destroyed. Her good eye was scrunched tight, her nostrils filled with dirt. The remainder of her hair wafted about her scalp in patches, and her soft skin was grazed and torn. He remembered her voice before the final three tributes.
"It's good to know that there's someone who doesn't want to kill me in this game…" He could see her smile, and rub him on the back.
The whir of the final hovercraft was audible now. He curled up into a ball and wished he had never been born.
So, send in those tributes! May the odds be ever in your favour! (Conditionally...)