Yes, an SYOT is coming your way, bay-bay!
Aberdonia Astric, Head Gamemaker's POV
I stare down at my desk. The Hunger Games begin in six months and my team of Gamemakers still haven't returned with the research that I'm in desperate need of. Arena's aren't built in a day, and I need this arena to be the best arena yet.
The door opens and my head jerks upward—I even hear my neck crack. Today is the day! I smooth over my deep violet hair so that it doesn't look as if I've been pulling my hair out in anxiety.
"Do you have it?" I ask. Stupid question, but I need confirmation.
"Yes, I do," the Gamemaker responds. He walks closer to me holding the files and I reach out, grasping for them like a child about to receive a treat. My fingers finally grab hold of the files and I lay them down on my desk. Slowly, I open the file on top and reveal the research. My eyes skim over a few sentences, but I already know that it's perfect. "Are you please, Miss?" the Gamemaker asks.
I smile at him. "Very."
Ooh! You'll never guess what THIS arena is! Never! I want people to try, but it'll NEVER happen. That'll be a bit of a running joke (at least for me). The next chapter (was) devoted to the form, and the chapter after that will be for accepted tributes.