Hey everyone! I'm back with another syot! I realized I missed making them a lot and I was like "Hey, I'll write another!" And then for some reason I started thinking about Les Miserables and how dull Cosette is and why Marius chose her in the first place (I mean, Éponine seemed cooler and more interesting and obviously loves Marius since she does all that crap for him.) and then I started thinking about a Les Miserables parody and then I started thinking about unicorns.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES OR SUZANNE COLLINS. KAPEESH? GOOD!

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"Mister mayor!" the small man practically flew across the red plush carpeted hall that lead to President Snow's office. He was lucky. Why didn't the small man get an office? He only ran over Snow's son while he was drunk in front of his daughter's innocent eyes with his prius twice! I mean, god! Harsh much?

"I'm the PRESIDENT!" Snow bellowed.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, as the head gamemaker, I have to show you my arena idea!" The man, breathless, skidded into Snow's grand office. He was sitting in a green armchair in front of a large, shiny mahogany desk. The whole office smelled like leather. Tentatively, the man slowly entered the room, looking at his feet as if some kind of trap would shoot out of the ground. Once he got to the desk, which must've been after about five minutes of carefully tip toeing in slow motion, Snow looked at him expectantly.

"Well? The map?" the man jumped a little, gave the president a hasty smile, and unfurled the rolled up map in his hands. The paper was a bit damp from the sweat that had formed on his hands after running all over the building in a desperate attempt to remember where the president's office was, but otherwise it was fine. Snow peered at the paper and grinned.

"Well, head gamemaker…uh…"

"Oliver the Parentless, sir."

"Well, head gamemaker Oliver the Parentless, you certainly have made an astounding map. Very impressive for a gamemaker's first Hunger Games. Well, I'm sure the 67th Hunger Games will be thrilling. Off you go." Oliver the Parentless gleefully skipped out of his office, his map once again tucked under his arm.

Well, there's the prologue! The form will be up on my profile under all my information! Please pm your tributes, any tributes submitted through a review will not be looked at!