Heels click on the ground. The sound of breathing echoes throughout the silent hall. Head Gamemaker Suptilissima Femina walks down the hall towards the programming room where the magic happens each year. What is this magic you might ask? To the Capital's joy and the District's demise, each year a Hunger Games is held in the ruins from what the world use to be. It could be held in an abandoned forest or in the frosty lands north of Panem, and just about anywhere else possible. The fun yet challenging part is that no arena is allowed to be reused, so trying to find or form an arena could prove a struggle, but for Suptilissima Femina, she's willing to accept the challenge. She just got this job and she's not ready to give it up so soon. These Games have to be perfect.

The Hunger Games is a televised program that is yearly. During these, 24 tributes, unless under different circumstances, are sent into an original arena where they battle to the death. The winner gets fame and fortune, something everyone dreams of but only selected few receive. To the Capital, these Games are the best thing to happen since Panem came to be, but to the poor Districts, these Games are Hell on earth. Who would enjoy sending their child into a battle to the death and potentially never see them again? No one. But of course, there's always the exception. That exception is the Career Districts of 1, 2, and 4. These parents willingly train their children for these Games for the fame and glory they thirst for. If the child loses, the family is seen as a disgrace, if the child wins, they're the greatest family until another Career in their District wins.

As Suptilissima Femina walks down the eerie blue hallway, illuminated by bright white lights, she hears a voice call her out. This voice belongs to none other than a Gamemaker, this one in particular being one of the few who create and manipulate the arena for this year.

"Suptilissima Femina, how would you like the streams positioned?" they ask.

The Head Gamemaker turns to look at the young man who called her out. She motions for him to go back into the room and she follows silently behind him. As he takes his seat, she stands behind him, admiring the work they have done.

A giant canyon is this year's arena. It's completely barren of all life except for a few animals and cacti here and there. The canyon itself has a system of caves inside of it meant for hiding away from harsh winters or the scorching sun. The canyon has several different levels all conjoined, almost like a stair case to each one. If one were to go all the way to the top and about 40 meters away, they'd be greeted by a forest with small lakes scattered about, each one questionable, each one desirable, each one on a timer of dry and filled.

Inside the canyon resides the Cornucopia, a shiny, golden structure that will hold the food, canteens, water, and weaponry for the Games. Anything not obtained at the Cornucopia would need to be gained at the start or during the Games, or made by the tributes themselves. The arena was beautiful and one would be tempted to view it had it not been used for gruesome Games at a later date. After these Games, no one would want to visit this beautiful canyon. Blood stained caves and grounds aren't the most tempting tourist sight around.

"Put the streams around the edge of the arena. Make it so that if they hop in it they'll be whisked away to the end, destined to be seared to their death by the electric force of the edge," Head Gamemaker Femina stated.

"That's a great idea," the voice of Coriolanus Snow, the President of Panem for about three years now, rang out.

"Thank you sir," she replied in her monotone voice. She heard a set of footsteps walking up to her and knew he was next to her. He admired her arena. It was beautiful, but not for long. The flow of the look, the beauty of the forest, the safety everything promised; it was perfect.

"Excellent job. What about the weather?" He questioned.

"A different story each night," She replied smoothly. She could physically feel the band that was holding her hair back pulling at her. Her dry hands were clammy from nerves over the President admiring her first arena.

"Intriguing. I look forward to your arena being put into action," President Snow complimented. Suptilissima Femina was slightly taken aback, but didn't let it show. The two turned to each other, shook hands, and she said quietly,"May the odds be ever in their favor."

"Happy 34th Hunger Games."

So here's my attempt at writing again! I've been on the fence about a SYOT since Day 1 back in 2012 and here I am, finally doing one. Sorry if this arena is confusing, I just got inspired randomly and starting writing words out and here was my outcome. Hopefully this made sense and wasn't just a train wreck, I'm actually trying to make it good. Oh, and before questions are asked, "Suptilissima Femina" is Latin for "strict woman", so I deemed it an appropriate name for this Gamemaker.

Now comes the fun part, the tributes! Here's is the checklist you need to fill out in order to have a tribute in these Games. Please try to PM these to me, but if you are a Guest and review, I'll try to include yours as well, but no guarantees.

You are required but are not limited to the following:

Name

Age

District (please include a secondary one as well)

Appearance

Personality

Family

Interview Angle

Strategy

Strengths

Weaknesses

Predicted Training Score

Allies? Solitude?

Reaped/Volunteered

Token?

Predicted Placement in Games (how long they'll survive)

I know this seems like a lot but it's just a bunch of simple answers, so I think it's that time consuming. But I beg of you, please don't be afraid to use details, if you just say your tribute is a one-word adjective, you're not giving me much to work with. I want to make your tribute as true to your description as possible. One last little thing, if you could make them a little unique instead of just your basic tribute you see in every other SYOT, that would be amazing!

Sponsorship details shall be posted later, and be sure to check out my bio occasionally for any updates regarding this story, tributes, sponsoring, etc.

Thanks for reading and hopefully you're looking forward to this story as much as I am!
Per ardua ad astra ("Through difficulties to the stars")
-xPoptartsx