Welcome to new 24 tributes 24 authors story! We have two tributes so far, a district 4 female, and the district 5 male, and a few people thinking about joining. All other slots are open, and we need 22 more authors. So help and join please. Anyway, here's the introduction chapter, edited by the boss, hungergamesobsseive, and written by wjjmwmsn5, at least the first part, and the second part by da boss. Without further ado… here it is!:

Head Gamemaker Allica Mayse POV

The folder I hold in my fingertips is purely my life. If the president doesn't like it, I am dead. I am literally dead. She is a vicious and stupid president, Augustus will kill me by publicly torturing me to death. I grasp it tight to my chest and then work up the courage to look at it. Before me is the most amazing, spectacular, mind blowing arena idea ever. I can't even begin to explain the horrors that will be so popular in the Capitol soon because of the arena. Finally, my associates have a good idea. They've been giving me pieces of their so-called geniusness, of which make me want to puke for months!

Suddenly, in walks President Augustus's assistant. She silently escorts me to an office where President Augustus must be. And in there, behind royal-looking golden doors, he is. His chocolate pristine hands clasp a cup of tea. His assistant leaves and I sit, handing Augustus the folder. "Sir, I feel this'll be the best arena yet," I tell him. As he looks through the folder. I don't tell him who came up with the idea.

I think he almost smiles then,

"You've done well, Head Gamemaker Allica Mayse, you've done well," Augustus tells me. And I think I almost smile. "I especially love that part." He points to the masterpiece of the Games.

I smirk. "Yes, that's what makes the arena so spectacular," I agree.

"Don't disappoint," the president says, handing me back the folder. "I think it shall be interesting either way, though, Miss Mayse. The tributes tend to try and put on a show."

"It better be interesting." I say. "Or I am going to be executed, right? Just making sure…" I was speaking the truth.

"Glad we have that straight." He retorts.

Third Class Gamemaker Senca Crane POV

So she stole my idea, and claimed as her own. Again. She is a total… never mind.

Anyway, I scan through my computer for different creatures and their different attributes for months. After last years terrible mutts, I mean, come on, whom puts a tiger's legs on a giant spider? Idiotic. That district 9 cripple killed it. Anyway, after last year's poor performance in the mutation department, Allica came to her senses and put someone with some experience in charge of that.

Butterfly wings, bobcat legs, spider head, elephant body? Who sent me this e-mail? It must have been one of those Ninth Class Assistant Gamemakers. The interns is really what they should be called. No wait, it was one of the Fourth Class gamemakers.

"Rapidio! You are fired! You have five minutes to leave!" I shouted from my office doorway, into the Fourth and Fifth Class Gamemakers cubicle area.

I sighed. Being gamemaker is tough.

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