AN: Hey! This is an SYOT if you haven't noticed, and one based on ATLA at that! I suppose you could read it without watching the series, but it would be much less awesome. Anyways, the tribute form will be down below. Please submit tributes via PM, as I've heard that any other way is against the rules of fan fiction. I hope you guys all enjoy, review, and please submit tributes! Oh, and thanks to nightfuries who kind of inspired this, and encouraged me to publish it!

The larger boy swung wildly with his sword, backing his opponent into the sticky trap of the swamp.

"Time to DIE Canter!" he yelled savagely, thrusting his sword forward. The younger District 2 boy in question gasped and managed to duck just in time, falling down on the last bit of land before ground transitioned into thick slop. His adversary took more time now, twirling his sword deftly in one hand while the other swiped through his mop of brown hair. His hand came away wet, but it wasn't with blood or water. It was with sweat.

Canter panted, almost hyperventilating. He started to lift himself up on his elbows. The larger boy saw this as an opportunity to strike and lunged toward him, but at the last second, the younger opponent pressed his back into the ground, and flipped the larger person over his head with his feet. There was a tiny fraction of time during all this, where Canter saw the face of his attacker just before he plunged headfirst into the swamp. It was a look of pure terror, terror he'd never seen before on his District 1 ally's face. Make that former ally.

Canter stood up quickly, staggered more like it, and let out a sound that was part shriek, part laughter, as he saw his former attacker trying to break free of the swamp's unrelenting grip. The boy managed to stick his head out, and the muck around him stuck so that it formed a skintight layer over his head. He gasped for breath, and this time Canter truly laughed. He laughed even as he drew a throwing knife from his side, and launched it with an expert arm at the boy struggling in the swamp. The cannon was like music.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 19th annual Hunger Games, Canter Harmon!"

A relieved sigh and several chuckles could be heard throughout the floor of the gamemaker's headquarters. Some smiled as they positioned the cameras for a final shot of the new victor. Others actually got up and gave each other awkward hugs, the kinds of hugs you give colleagues you don't really like.

The only person who didn't break into a wide smile was Evintra Thisp, head gamemaker. She did allow herself a small grin though, almost as a reward for the work gone into this year's games. The furry crocodile mutts were a touch she was especially proud of, though they were proving a bit rebellious in tearing into the body of the now deceased district 1 boy.

"Somebody activate the controller chips in those mutts," she barked out from her platform overseeing the control floor. "We can't have the poor boy return to his district in pieces." She smiled at this joke, as several had already been returned as ashes, due to the particularly nasty fire-breathing vulture mutts they had added in right after the bloodbath. A few of her fellow gamemakers even chuckled.

"Terrorizing innocent children again sis?" a husky voice behind Evintra called. She stiffened noticeably, not to say that she wasn't stiff already.

"Actually, the games have just ended," she replied as she glared at her employees, who had stopped smiling the moment her brother had entered the room. One of them must have given him an access card to the gamemaker's headquarters. He always stayed out in the lounge, at least, if Evintra had anything to say about it. She would deal with them later. "You have missed the finale," she continued.

"Aw shucks, it's not like they don't have a TV screen in the lounge or anything…" He trailed off in silent mockery of her forgetfulness, and walked around so that she had to face him. Evintra cringed, though she tried to hide it. Her brother had no fashion sense whatsoever. In addition to that, he was a careless slob, if there were any other kind. There also seemed to be a large grease stain on the front of his shirt that Evintra kept fixating on, even though it made her slightly queasy.

"Anyways, want to know how big a windfall I got on this year's festivities?" he wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned, while scratching his protruding stomach. Evintra tried in vain to focus on the greasy clumps his hair made as it hung to his shoulders. They were a bit cleaner than the rest of him.

"I have work to do," she replied in a monotone, very aware of the other gamemakers watching this all going on. She really was going to kill one of them for giving him a key, or maybe it was the guards…

"1,204,000 marks!" he shouted. Everyone jumped. "Yeah baby! You know it!" Evintra clamped her mouth down on the bitter insult she was already thinking, and secured a hand around her brother's sweaty arm in an effort to silence him.

"No one cares about your conned winnings," she snapped. "We are respectable people here. There is no room for criminals. No room for bookies, Damien." She hissed the last two words. Her brother shrugged nonchalantly.

"There's nothing illegal about my profession. If there were, you wouldn't be letting me stay at your place now would you?" Evintra blushed a dark red. She released Damien with a shove.

"Guards, escort my brother out," she said in a clipped voice. Damien chuckled good naturedly as two armored guards approached him, and picked him bodily off the ground by his armpits.

"Careful sis, wouldn't want to make a scene now would you?" he quipped. The doors shut with a swish behind him.

Evintra breathed a sigh of utter relief. Then she realized everyone was staring at her. "What are you all looking at?" she said loudly. "Get back to work!" They continued to stare at her, uncomprehending.

"Um…the games are over," one male gamemaker spoke up. The others stared at him askance. No one laughed, all seeming to draw a collective, horrified breath. The man in question shrank down in his chair as if trying to disappear. Evintra still felt the embarrassment work its way up her face, however. The man who had spoken up was Kez, one of the floor workers for the scenery department. She had always hated Kez.

"Everyone go home," she said evenly, embarrassment washing away to be replaced by a savage anticipation. Her gaze focused on this new target. "Everyone except Kez."

"Don't you have somewhere to go?" Evintra snapped as she stomped through her apartment door and found her brother lounging on the couch. He had made himself a nest of sorts out of blankets and old bags of food from his former residence. Evintra would never dare to keep such grease in her kitchen, though Damien always seemed to find a way around her standards.

"I toldja sis, they kicked me out because I made too much noise!" he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing. His eyes stayed fixated on the TV screen as he said this though, a personal pet peeve of Evintra's.

"Why don't you turn off that junk on the TV and look me in the eyes?" she snapped, making her way to a stiff chair purposefully placed as far away from Damien's couch as possible. "You've already stayed here two days, can't you find some other house to squat in with your newfound cash?"

Damien rolled his eyes, still not taking them off the TV in front of him, which in Evintra's house, took up the entire wall. "This is not junk, this is art," he proclaimed solemnly. Then his face lit up as a logo popped up on screen. What followed was a white background with a weird symbol like three wavy slashes on it, underneath which it said: Book one- water, and then, chapter two- The Avatar Returns.

"Previously, on Avatar," Damien said along with the program, imitating the voice's slight accent.

"What is this?!" Evintra cried. "Some half-baked, lousy old show from ancient times? How is my screen even playing this?" She could almost feel herself shaking with anger. Damien frowned at her as the screen flashed a bunch of different scenes of a frozen wasteland and some sort of metal ship.

"I modified it," he said simply. "And don't slam perfection, you'll only look like a fool."

"But-!"

"SHHHHhhhhh!" Damien put a finger to his lips, sending spittle flying her way. "Just sit back and enjoy. Trust me, you will. If you don't watch, I will stay on this couch until you quit your job. Not even to go to the bathroom." Damien looked at her seriously as he said this. It freaked her out, even more than the remark about staying, which was saying something.

Evintra settled down enough to watch the show, which started out with two kids, a boy and a girl, reaching a tiny village in the ice. The bald boy with an arrow on his head got kicked out for drawing attention to their village. Everyone was apparently very afraid of the "Fire Nation" which they seemed to be at war with. Evintra frowned as the boy spun himself up on top of a large furry animal, seemingly defying the laws of gravity. After this, Evintra found herself sucked more and more into the show, even laughing at fight scenes where the pony-tail guy called Prince Zuko got hit in the head with a boomerang.

When the show ended with Sokka, his sister Katara, and the new recently discovered avatar Aang flying on their "bison" Appa, Evintra was very surprised by what she did next.

"Can we…watch the next one?" she asked quietly, stealing a glance at Damien's smirking face. His smile widened.

"Knew you were related to me," he said, and turned on the next episode with a voice command.

Evintra was in awe. Never had a television show so sucked her in and made her laugh. She had never been on the edge of her seat before, except for the games of course. At this comparison, the gears in Evintra's well-oiled mind started to whir. The games and Avatar…

They had a marathon that night. Damien just started playing one episode after another, eventually falling asleep when Sokka got kidnapped by a vengeful spirit. Evintra kept watching. And watching. And watching. She finished book 1 around six in the morning.

Damien awoke to Evintra tapping on her holographic computer, which was projected from a chip imbedded in her arm. His sister was typing furiously, not even stopping to turn the TV off, which was frozen on the menacing face of a girl with two strands of hair on either side of her face.

"Aaahhh! Azula!" Damien yelled when he saw this, jumping slightly on the couch and making the empty bags and boxes on it rattle. Evintra's head snapped up.

"Damien, you're up?" she asked. Damien nodded groggily. He always felt a little slow in the morning.

"Good," she continued in a monotone. "I'll need to ask you a few questions then." Damien barely got a breath in before Evintra started.

"Where did you find this show? Is it popular? Are there more seasons, I mean books? Do you have them?" She said each thing with a clipped conciseness that left Damien baffled.

"Um…I found it on auction at this really rundown place…no one wanted it since it didn't run on the modern TV's. And yeah, I have all three books." Damien looked his sister up and down to make sure she was feeling alright. He'd only seen her this worked up when she was working on the games. Oh wait, that was all the time.

"And the popularity? How well known is it?" Evintra insisted.

"Um…I guess a few people. It's not really popular. Not enough sets that can play a DVD or whatever it's called. They all run on holochips." Evintra nodded and seemed to frown a bit. She shut her computer off without once looking back at Damien, and pushed a button on a device at the back of her ear.

"Give me Titania please," she said standing up, beginning to pace. "Yes, the head of GamoNet TV. I need to talk to her." There was a pause. "Tell her it's Evintra." Another pause. "Thank you."

Damien watched all this with a look of utter confusion on his face. He eventually stretched on his couch and got up to scrounge something for breakfast, but not until he heard something that he was sure either excited him, or scared him.

"Yes that's right. I need you to start streaming the episodes of Avatar the Last Airbender," Evintra enunciated each word slowly. "I'll send you the data. I just need the populace prepped and anticipating. This year's games will revolve pretty heavily around that show. Yes I am fully aware you have no idea what I'm talking about. No, I am not crazy to keep working without a break." There was a pause. "No, whatever doubts you have are trivial. This year's games are sure to go off splendidly. Just so long as you do your part." Evintra smiled, and leisurely hung up. Damien shivered.

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