The 30th Hunger Games.
by DTPhenom
Fanfiction of the Hunger Games. As in, I don't own squat, all I own is the OC'S I created and the plotline. That is all.
Edited: January 31, 2015.
A new chapter! The Train Rides is finally here! Yeah, a notice in the end of that chapter's AN, and a brief notice on what is happening and what is expected to come.
~Danny
1st POV- Ryun Flickerman- Head Gamemaker- Male- Age of 26
A masterpiece, a true work of art and ingenuity. The peak of imagination and technology of this day and age combined for the everlasting magnificent of the Hunger Games, and I am the one to come up with it.
"Well, this is going to be the interesting Games, now isn't it Ry'?" Wren, my partner and lifelong friend commented, as he too was viewing the months of hard work in front of him.
"Of course, the Capitol will be entertained, and enlightened by this Games for years to come Wren. No doubt the President will be pleased." Because disappointing him is the last thing I would want to do. President Cheren is the intelligent and respected leader of Panem who put the Districts back in their place and initiated the Hunger Games, crushing out any forms of rebellion in the aftermath. In order for him to keep his power and Panem's order and peace, he have to make sure the Capitol and all its citizens are thoroughly pleasured and entertained, as well as making sure the Districts aren't up to rebelling against his rule. If the people of the Capitol are not happy, and the President is not happy, all that will lead to is bad things to the person or people who caused it and nothing less.
"Even more 'enlightening' than your Quarter Quell arena? All that contained was a hefty number of mutts in a swamp, not to mention the amount of poison you put in that arena." He recalled. I gave him a pointed glare for a second before heading over to the intercom. While yes over ten of the competition for the Quell died by some sort of mutt or one of my specialty batches of poison, you can't deny it wasn't very entertaining and interesting at least. A good change of pace from the usual easy combat the Careers usually put out. Choking on your own blood while vomiting out your pancreas is no doubt more painful than a swift slash through the neck or a spear to the heart.
"It was my first year anyways, besides, as long as the President enjoyed it, then it is a success. Now behave, I am calling him." I commanded him, as he just scoffed and leaned over the circular hologram project that was showing a rough draft of the arena's terrain and features. This time, the arena is designed smaller than the average size, but to compensate, I added quite a few, specialties, to the mix. Some stuff that will make Panem go wild.
I turned on the board as it lit up with the menu and some other options. I pressed the President's intercom numeral and waited for him to answer. Only a few seconds later, the President's face, greying hair, a mature and slightly wrinkled face from age coping with a stern look on his face as we exchanged pleasantries.
"Ryun Flickerman, I trust that you have completed the design for the latest Games, am I correct?" He questioned.
"All set and ready to begin construction, I will send you the arena data shortly, sir." I answered, pride and accomplishment in my voice, and excitement about the upcoming bloodfest exhilarating in me.
"No need for that, you did great works during your term, and I trust you to please me this year. However, if anything goes wrong or is not suitable to public view, there will be complicated am I clear?" Yeah, complications, more like a death certification behind a veil. Slide it open, and you won't close it back, having to face it without escape.
"Would never dream of it sir. I will send the data toward the construction team immediately. You have my word."
"Very well, feel free to make yourself comfortable at home. I expect the very best. Goodbye." The President said with finality, as the screen shuts off, with only the board in front of me on, saying that the transmission have ended. I won't be having another meeting in about three weeks, and I would be able to enjoy a lot of time relaxing and during this time, there would be no interviews for the Games yet until it is publicly announced that construction is beginning.
I do have a few ideas to spend my free time. Now, where would I find Berretta in this time of day...?
A.N
I know the first chapter sucks, but once I improved my writing skills, I will re-edit this chapter to make it bearable.
And thus concludes the first prologue chapter for this SYOT. This is my first time and I hope I am able to complete this one. To those who will continue reading this, thank you. And you can submit your own tribute. The form is on my profile but I will list the main requirements here. Though most should go without saying.
- Submitting through review is strictly prohibited.
- While yes this is first come first serve. I reserve the right to change some aspect of the tribute.
- Mary and Gary Sues are strictly prohibited. They will be either rejected or bloodbaths.
- You are allowed so send in up to three tributes max. If you do send in three tributes, at least one should be bloodbath.
- Don't complain if I kill your tribute(s) off. It is for the plot and once all tributes are submitted, I will decide the Victor based on purely plot development.
- Be creative, but remember, moderation is key.
If I don't have a boy and a girl for each District by the time I reach the last Prologue chapter, I will fill in the gap with OC's so we can continue on with this.
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