Disclaimer (since I forgot to put this in at first): I do not own the Hunger Games, nor am I Suzanne Collins (although if I was, I would totally come on here and do stuff like this anyway, just to see your reactions!)
A/N: Welcome to my first ever Hunger Games fanfiction! I've read so many great ones on here (and several not-so-great, but who's counting?), and I only hope to live up to my predecessors! This is also (naturally) my first SYOT, so hopefully I can make it all work and do your characters justice.
In this world, I envision President Snow to be smart enough to realize that forcing Katniss and the rest of the Victors into a metaphorical corner is a Bad Idea, and will only cause dissension and rebellion. So, instead, things continue as formerly planned! So, tribute form is on my profile, and of course, here's a little teaser to get you all started!
Royal Valterris, District 1
I don't make a sound as I process the president's last words. I can't. I can't move, can't speak, can't even breathe. All I can do is sit in stunned silence, frozen, as the words reverberate through my mind.
No volunteers.
No volunteers? How can we have a Hunger Games without volunteers? How can I have my Hunger Games without volunteers? This was supposed to be my year!
No. This will be my year. I will be reaped, and I will be representing District 1 in the 75th annual Hunger Games, and a few short months from now, I will be the victor of the third Quarter Quell!
Resolutely, I stand and head for the door, already perfecting the plan bouncing around my head.
"Where are you going?" I hardly even register my little sister's voice, her query only breaking through my determined thoughts after I'm already past the threshold.
"Justice Building." I say before slamming the door shut behind me, setting off on the most direct path towards the building that contains my only hope of fulfilling my dream, the one thing I've worked and waited for my whole life. All I can do now is improve my odds by any means necessary, and I mean to do just that. I've never done anything partway in my life, and I see no reason why this should be any different. I'll take out a thousand tesserae if I have to. Whatever it takes to be reaped as this year's male tribute.
I only hope no else es has the same idea.
A/N: So there you go! That's not the only twist to these games, it's only a part of it, but it's all you need to know to submit tributes, and I prefer to trickle the rest out over more chapters while waiting for submissions, lol. So! The form is on my profile, so head over and PM your tributes to me! I'll probably ignore any given by review (unless they're really, really good, I suppose) You can submit as many as you want, but please make them good! I don't want a bunch of perfect bowmen with Finnick-worthy looks and mastery of swordsmanship, knife throwing, martial arts, trap-building, and sumo or what-have-you. Make them real, and I'm more likely to pick them!
And, as always, I enjoy constructive criticism, so anything you can offer to improve my writing or my story, please tell me!
Tributes available: D7 and D10 Males. I NEED YOUNGER TRIBUTES, PLEASE! I will not accept anyone over the age of 13 now.