A/N: Hi Guys! So, I've been inspired to start a SYOT fic. Now, that doesn't mean that I've abandoned my current HG fic 'Dark Shades of Roses' I'm still very much writing the adventures of my girls so don't panic! I just have so many plot bunnies bouncing around in my head that it's driving me nuts and I figure a good old SYOT fic is a great way to really let loose creatively.
Tribute form is in my profile! Please please please submit, I'm so excited to read about your tributes and you know... throw them into a fight to the death!
I will be using a system of sponsor points, but I'll post more information about that soon. All you need to know for now is that you'll receive 20 points just for submitting your tribute!
Good luck tributes! May the odds be ever in your favour!
... What? Too cheesy?
THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY
CHAPTER ONE: PROLOGUE
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The paper, torn along the edges, and creased beyond redemption by the incessant caresses of rough hands, lay across my desk.
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'Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? A
nd when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?'
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The poem, ancient and cryptic, would be my final message to my team of game makers. My final piece of advice. It was in their hands now.
Let the games begin.