Introduction:
Wind whipped around in my tawny hair, but the beating sun in the bright blue sky kept me warm.
" Perfect men, superb job, Now, the grande finale..." I smiled, throwing my arms out wide.
The men in bright orange hats and overalls, most muscularly built, came running around behind me to watch. I saw as the freshly released mockingjay's zoomed back and forth tweeting away. I was in a luscious grass field. An emerald forrest sat next to me, a sapphire lake to the other side. Then, a loud sound of high pitched mockingjay tweeting echoed across the great fields just as the last workers appeared out of the golden field of wheat.
On cue, the hovercraft appeared. It hung suspended above the middle of the field, 30 feet above the grass. A small click. The bottom of the hovercraft vanished. A golden Cornucopia dropped out. BOOM!
The vibrating crash radiated, rippling across the crust of earth. It sent me flying, crashing into the grass, skidding along the dirt. I spit the dirt crud from my mouth in muddy brown saliva and got to my feet, brushing off my violet robe.
Other robed men and women surrounded me and broke into a loud applause. I smiled, my teeth still stained with mud. The perfectly placed Cornucopia was spilling over with a great pile of weapons.
"Thank you, thank you!" I bowed galiently. " The arena is complete !Perfect for the 74th Hunger Games!"
I walked briskly up to the Cornucopia and breathed in the great work I've done. I had done it. I, the Head Gamemaker. I, Seneca Crane.