The newest elected president of Panem leaned back into his chair as he rocked monotonously pondering his situation in deep thought. He knew the 100th annual Hunger Games were rapidly approaching, but in a twist of frustrating fate he and the game makers were at a lost for ideas on how they would mark the celebration of this historical event. On the other hand he knew this was the least of his problems. Recently he had heard of a spreading inkling of uncertainty revolving around the importance of the games. The people were wondering why the games were even being held at all. Most of the population in the Capitol were starting to become uncertain about why the games were even being held at all anymore. President Adriel knew all to well that the power of gossip was a deadly and dangerous thing especially when it concerned a matter so grave as this. The only way that would silence this rumor was that he and the gamemakers had to make this year's Games so spectacular and so magnificently well crafted that the populus would be begging for more. This could not be in any way the ordinary kind of games, it had to have a certain spark to it that would reinvigorate the old passion that the world once had for the bloodshed of young innocent children. The answer for his predicament to a solution for his problem to his utmost irritation was as elusive as a sly fox that taunted the crevices of his mind. He got up from his chair and started pacing the room in a daze of thought. Reminiscing about the origins of the games how they were created as a way of making sure the districts knew their place in the world. Also how they were put in place after a horrible uprising of pure war and carnage plagued the world; then out of the ashes a new world order and been created out of the ashes of a ravaged and barren world. His mind delved into the dynamics of the games and the origins on a deeper level how the games used to be held almost regularly back in time in an ancient civilization supposedly called Rome. Also how not only did the people of Rome use men called gladiators but also animals. All of a sudden a flash of inspiration burst through his mind perhaps the answer to his problem was simply staring him in the face all along. If the people of Rome used animals in their games why didn't the people of the Capitol? Sure they used countless variations of mutts throughout the many decades in past games, but what if the animals somehow played a more crucial part to the game then they been used for before! Of course this was the answer that he had searched for. A sadistic and malicious smile spread its way over his wrinkly face. Swiftly he went back to his desk and called his secretary to gather the gamemakers immediately.
After the gamemakers had all been gathered inside the conference room The president stood up addressing them with his somewhat disturbing smile still lurking on his face as he began to speak.
"Gentleman I now know what the gimmick for our 100th Hunger Games will be. This year not only with we spill the blood of innocent children, but also the blood of animals. You see this year gentleman the lives of the children will depend on their ability to train and fight with animals."
one of the gamemakers cleared his throat tentatively. President Adriel's smile disappeared and was replaced with a disapproving scowl that seemed to make the tension in the room skyrocket as all the gamemakers' gazes were locked on the two men.
"Do you have something to say Gebson?"
The gamemaker swallowed nervously as he opened his mouth to speak stuttering nervously and choosing each word as if any of them could be his last. Than again they may very well be his last word in the presence of the President if he anger the man in anyway.
"I-I was uncertain about how t-the animals would d-differ from the mutts i-in p-p-previous years s-sir."
The president could practically feel the tension in the room boiling over like it was about to suffocate them all soon. He loved being in power. He savored moments like this as the pedestal between him and the rest of the world was brought to light and he liked the view from his place on top very much. He looked at the insignificant man as every part of him bristled in panic his eyes were practically begging the president for mercy. The sweet terror and respect the president held over everyone was sweet and rich. He smiled in a very gentlemanly yet condescending way.
"Good question Gebson I was hoping someone would bring that matter into question. Good work."
The entire room felt as if it breathed a sigh of relief as the tension dulled as the president continued his explanation.
"This year not only will the tributes have to train themselves but when they enter the arena their life will be engineered to become linked to an animal that best illustrates themselves. Then when inside the arena they will have to first find their animal which will be hidden throughout the arena. After they find them they will then train it to fight and finally, if they are lucky enough to still be alive after doing so, make their animals fight each other to the death."
No one dared object the president's idea.
"Then it is decided then. The 100th annual Hunger Games will make humans once again a part of the animal kingdom and may the odds be ever in their favor. Now get working on it."
The gamemakers all left the room to get working on the arena and how they would link an animal's life with a human's. Leaving President Adriel smiling like the cheshire cat.