The Hunger Games SYOT: The 175th Hunger Games.

Welcome to the 175th annual Hunger Games! This year is the 7th Quarter Quell…and you know this means it's going to be full of surprises…

We all know Katniss and Peeta started a rebellion. But, we also all know too well History always ends up repeating itself- and the games eventually returned just as horrible as before.

So, you can send up to two tributes in now. Here's the tribute form:

(Please PM me your tribute or tributes; don't review them!)

Name:

District:

Gender:

Age:

Personality:

Appearance:

Family:

Friends:

Background:

Reaped or Volunteered:

If Volunteered, then explain why:

Reaction to being reaped or volunteering:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Fears:

Chariot outfit/ Interview outfit:

Interview angle (Ex. Charming, Confident, Mysterious…):

Views on the games:

Allies?:

Romantic?:

Bloodbath tribute?:

And if your tribute must die, how would you like this to happen:

And how about a sneak peak for what's in store for this year's game?

Artemis Rutherford- Gamemaker Pov-

"Really, I think we've outdone ourselves." Charles grunts and takes a long gulp of water. "The last Quarter Quell was just too much. There's absolutely no way we can top that."

Charles is probably the least imaginative Gamemaker I've ever met. But, sometimes I think the guy just is too soft to really come up with great ideas. He's just one of those people that thrives on moping around- and feeling sorry for himself all the time.

But, I am the best Gamemaker that ever walked the streets of the capitol.

And I'll tell you why; because I have a little something called imagination. I have a little something called inspiration. And I happen to have learned to respect the death of innocent lives. Because we all know it's symbolic. And if I had been reaped I would have accepted it, too.

I guess you could say I was happy when I turned 19.

Here in Panem 19 means safety. Or, at least, from the games. But, my best friend was reaped for the games when he was 17. At the time I was scared for him. But, whenever I watched him in those games; there was a part of me that wished I was there- because the games were so much more interesting than the mundane lifestyle I lived back home. And he won them- getting all the fame and money I'd wished for.

The games were my life- I'd record every environment the arena had ever been.

After never being reaped for the games; I suppose I was thankful. But, there was a part of me that felt like I missed out on something that could have been.

And that's just why I became a Gamemaker; because the games inspired me. And I know by heart every single mutt ever made for every game, every single victor.

Because I am the best Gamemaker Panem has ever had.

"Artemis…any ideas?" George raises a brow at me. The bags under his eyes threaten to drown all the way down to his saggy lips.

"Animals…"

"Oh, well that's a bright idea. Animals why did not I think of that?" Charles snaps. "I mean seriously, Artemis. What form of a tiger, bear, or wolf hasn't been in a game?"

"That's not what I mean." I shake my head slowly. George leans in closer to me- and I take a slow sip of my water.

"Well, then… you mean a type of mutt we haven't already used? Because, it's got to be so out there no one's going to expect it."

I shake my head again.

"They aren't mutts, George."

George and all the rest of Panem will find out soon. But, you're going to have to wait until the games to know exactly what Artemis means- though, you'll know soon enough. Just, send me your tributes so we can get these games started.