A/N: So, in this story, the world has been taken over by a crazy, evil, power hungry man named Dracula Killz a.k.a. Dictator Killz and his equally evil, power hungry wife, Medusa Killz. They have decided that everyone who lives anywhere except the North Pole between the ages of twelve to eighteen will have to put their name in the reaping for The Hunger Games. Two girls and two boys will be reaped from each continent. This year's Hunger Games will be The 43rd Hunger Games.
Head Gamemaker, Calliope Glitchet
I laugh as I add the finishing touches to my arena plans. This Hunger Games is going to be the most brutal Hunger Games yet. These tributes are going to be wishing they're dead before the end of the first day! I can't wait to show my plans to Dictator Killz.
"No, no, no!" Dictator Killz cries. "All wrong!" I gasp. How dare he he insult my perfect arena plans! "Do you want all of the tributes killing themselves on the first day? Then we would look like fools! It has to be brutal, but not so brutal that the tributes don't think they have a chance. Do you understand?" I fight the urge to roll my eyes, knowing that would result in my very painful death. "Yes, sir!" "Good." he says with a cold smile. "I expect to see the new arena plans by next week or there will be consequences!" I nod. "Yes, sir."
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