Porpentina Armstrong paced across her office floor. It was the 87th Hunger Games, and, as always, she had to make this one count. Being Head Gamemaker, she would be blamed for any mistake her or her team made throughout the Games and the moments leading up to it, and the moments afterwards.

A few times she caught glimpses of other people rushing down the hall through the crack in her door. A few times people would barge into her office, before remembering something and hurrying back out. A few times someone would walk in to give her a letter or a reminder or a cup of coffee, but in the end, she never really noticed them. She would just sit down, sip her coffee, and go over the plans for the games.

She knew from past experience that the arena needs to be a certain size. Too large, the Tributes won't find one another. Too small, the Games will be over in an instant. She looked at the blueprints. Some were in colour, showing painstakingly hand-drawn images. Some were blue and white, only showing the most basic details. But all of them showed the same thing: a perfectly crafted, diamond-shaped arena.

"Tina - sorry, Miss Armstrong?"

Great.

"Come in, Antonio."

She turned and looked at the small, wiry man standing in front of her. Antonio Armstrong, Porpentina's brother, looked so similar and yet so different to the woman herself at the same time, it often made one confused. They had the same angular features, same genetically-modified purple hair, same brown skin, yet they were different heights, builds, and eye colours that it was difficult to look at them side-by-side without being thoroughly confused.

"The guys down in my department found a flaw in our design," the man said. "The diamond shape of the arena makes the landscape incredibly-"

"So fix it." Antonio looked at her, his eyes darting from her pale amber eyes to the papers on her desk. "Fix it," she continued, "but don't change the shape."

"Why not?"

"Because if you do, it changes everything. All of my plans, my traps, flushed down the drain because you can't make a - a hill, or whatever you think is flawed because of a diamond!"

There goes any attempt at being a calm Gamemaker. Nevermind.

"But, Miss, we need to-"

"I've helped with 15 Games. I made the 3rd Quarter Quell. So, if you think you can change this, any of this, you've got another thing coming. Good luck with your plans, Antonio. You won't change any of mine."

Antonio turned on his heel and left with a huff.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. Damn, that man has enough dumbass to give anyone a headache. How long has she been planning these Games? How hard was it to find these materials? And he thought he had the authority to change months of work because a hill had been a challenge to create. Well, damn him. Damn these whole freaking Games!

A/N: HEEEEYY guys. So, you may have noticed I discontinued 'A New Order'. I completely ran out of motivating to finish writing it. I'm sorry to those who were enjoying it, I just couldn't think of what else to add. Anyway, as you may have noticed, this is an SYOT! Since I don't have any current projects I'm working on, I thought it would be fun to have you guys help me write a Hunger Games fic! The form to submit your very own Tribute is on my profile (sorry if it's a bit long, I just want to make your characters as accurate as possible for you!) Anyway, if you love watching your characters be brutally murdered, do I have a deal for you! Submit your Tribute, and I'll kill them off especially for you! What a deal!

Thanks a lot, PopcornAndFanfiction.