*Heys guys ! So I was listening to Blown Away by Carrie Underwood and reading Hunger Games FanFic when I suddenly thought of this weird idea of an Arena with a tornado in it; almost like Kansas-themed or something . So yeah , this is it . However , I cannot think of 24 tributes and their stories all on my own . So here's a SYOT story.
However , I need to make some guidelines . I would like detailed descriptions of the tributes first of all . Plus , make sure the tributes have orginial , weird names . In the Arena , there were no normal , unoriginal names . Plus , I like originality . Originality is good ;-) . Please follow the tribute form on my profie and PM me the tribute info (I am no longer taking ones that are sent on reviews . I hate that! So please Personal Message me) . I will not take them if they are not detailed and not following the tribute profile on my page . Also if you reserve a spot , please send me the information back as soon as possible . I cannot wait forever.
I could not resist writing the first two chapters so here's the first one . The second one will be coming shortly . Keep in mind as we get more into the games , the chapters will tend to be longer . Please , please , please submit tributes guys and please PM them to me and follow the tribute form on my profile . :-) And also , the tribute list is on my profile now , because apparently I was in violation of a few things . So no more Tribute List , it's on my profile . Thank you to all who sent in tributes.*
CHAPTER 1
He had a thin, long, official scroll tucked underneath his arm and a villainous smirk plastered across his perfectly clean face. He eyed a few citizens in their outlandish, vibrant clothes and nodded to the other Gamemaker officials as they strutted down the corridor to other opposing meetings.
Gamemaker Axenol Chorister felt good. Astounding if he did so say himself. Under him arm, was the plans for the 13th Annual Hunger Games. And to be honest, he felt utterly pleased with himself thinking about these plans. They were deathly, vicious and different. No one would be expected this type of an arena; it would be the first of his kind. And in less than a few minutes, was the time when he would display his brilliant ideas of the new Games' Arena.
He sashayed down the endless corridor, anxious to arrive at the meeting with the other Head Gamemakers. Who would have thought Axenol Chorister would think of a type of Arena like this one? It was absolutely brilliant; never before thought of.
Yet he just had to make sure the others and President Samarian Vane loved the idea as much as he did. That would be tough considering that President Vane's reputation of being please was very slim. Plus if they did not like the idea they would have to go Raxamius Pladge's idea—the main competitor for Axenol's spot as Head Gamemaker. And Axenol could not let that happen. He had put enough effort into the past Games to be elected Head Gamemaker. Raxamius could not win; not now, not ever because his idea was utterly smashing, no doubt much better than Raxamius'.
With his clicking, suede shoes on the corridor's linoleum and his crimson suit jacket fluttering behind him like a cape, he felt confident. He breathing a sigh of relief as the guards opened the golden, polished, double doors into the partially dark, meeting room where ten eager Gamemakers and President Vane sat around a circular, ceramic table. President Vane sat at the end, directly opposite of Axenol and staring him dead on, awaiting to be pleased. Axenol began to sweat, praying that the President would like his idea. He nodded at everyone in the room and began to set up.
"So this is what we're going to do."