A/N – So, this is another SYOT. I think by now everyone knows how they work. A few rules before we get onto the form. Oh and this won't be first come first serve I will accept the most detailed and interesting tributes submitted.
PM me all tributes
2 tributes maximum, you can submit as many as you want but the most I'll accept is 2
No Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu's
Now onto the skeleton and the prolouge.
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Lily, Head Gamemaker
Stay. Walk. Run. Dance. When I tell them to they'll do anything. Anything.
It's quite spectacular really, the mutts are probably harder to manipulate than the tributes. The mutts take years to train and build, resolve of the tributes is like a paper house and can be destroyed in days.
That's pretty much the whole reason I do this job, I mean it's absolutely hilarious to watch. That and it's terrifically amusing to poke about in the heads of the tributes, watching their reactions, the ways the cope with having their life on the line. In my years of doing this I've found that if you put someone under the kind of pressure the games inevitably bring, then it's much easier to explore and manipulate the darkest crevices of their mind.
Gloriously macabre, hilariously sadistic in a way that other games struggle to be, The Hunger Games are quite possibly the most brilliant games to be invented. Don't get me wrong, I think the Capitol is morally lacking, and the Games are a frightening vision of the dystopia we live in, it's just I don't care. Being a sociopath has it's advantages in dystopia.
But even we sadists have work to do, and I have a call from President Lilac due any minute now. He was on a tour of the arena to be used in this years Games and so he'll be phoning any minute now. You know to tell me how I did, applaud my amazing work if he approves of the arena, or you know, kill me if he doesn't.
Ring,, ring, ring. I answer the phone lying on across the table from me knowing the voice that will greet me.
"Hello, Mr. President" I sigh down the phone, I never really had liked him checking up on me. I mean for god sake I was hired to do this job for a reason, and the president is a rambling lunatic unfit to judge if the sky happens to be blue or not.
"You never do sound very excited Lily," The president's booming voice rang down the phone like a drumbeat, "I never have quite understood why you focus on your work so much, does it not get boring? But then my job is running a country so I don't need to be creative, I can just kill people, then afterwards I can be upset that their blood isn't purple, I mean purple is my favourite colour but I don't particularly enjoy grapes and those can be purple but I guess they can be green too. Anyway, I just called to say well done."
And with that he hung up. The president's speeches are quite a sight to watch, with the sound of a foghorn and the speed of a buzzard. He at least seemed pleased with the Games, otherwise I doubt he would have sounded so delightfully irritating.
Well, at least I get to live and kill for yet another year. So without further ado, let the Games begin!
A/N – So there it is a little intro chapter and the tribute form. To all of you who submit thanks :) and I shall return soon with the next chapter :D.
