Chell Twain tapped her pen against the table, looking through her notes. This was Chell's very first year. There had only been two Game Makers before her. Chell was unique. For one, Chell was the very first female Head Game Maker. Chell was also a lot less flamboyant. She was different. She was dark. She wasn't full of energy like the first Head Game Maker or talkative like the one after him. She was cold, dark, and a twist on this years Hunger Games.

It was the Fifth Hunger Games. Their Five Year anniversary, none the less. Chell was expected to give them something huge. Something never before seen. And Chell expected to give them exactly that.

Chell kept looking through her notes. She was missing something. Sure, her Arena was very unique. It was a large clearing that was surrounded by forest Areas and safe houses, twelve to be exact, but she just knew that Chell could add something to make this even better. The Mutations? Ten feet tall bears. Was that enough? No, not in the slightest, and Chell knew it. She needed something that would blow there minds. Something never seen before. Something amazing.

It was getting dark out. Chell had been having problems with electricity all day. She groaned. Sure, she had a week to get the first plans of her Arena in, but she wanted to get it done as soon as possible. She was depending on the sunlight, but when she looked at the clock, she knew that she was quickly running out of it. Chell quickly lit a candle with her matches and set it on her desk, but just as she began to let go, her pointer finger was accidentally caught in the fire. She felt a small burn, and pulled her finger away. She put it in her mouth and gasped, in alarm and pain.

Than an idea sparked, watching the small flame dance on the candle. The fire and her eyes were parallel. Chell knew the twist. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

Chell took her finger out of her mouth, wrapped a bandaid around the wound, and began to write. The Arena would be on fire! The fire would move from place to place every few hours, but all the time, there would be a fire somewhere.

She realized, that even without the burning parts of the Arena, the Tributes would end up seeing fire. The Force Field may have kept the Tributes inside, but they could still see what was going on outside of the Arena. The fires burning the houses...it excited Chell. She was ready, she was willing, and she had an Arena. Fire. Fire was their worst enemy.

Chell definitely had the most exciting Arena, compared to the other men before her.


AN. Here is my new SYOT! I just have to finish up my current SYOT, but in the meantime, I will be accepting Tributes. The Form should be on my profile by tonight. I will not make any decisions until August First, but I will take every Tribute into consideration. I have Twenty Three spots opened. Please Submit a Tribute! I will be accepting Tributes until the end of August. I need Twenty Three more Tributes until then, and yes, this also includes MALES. You can submit up to three, but I will only accept one of them, or two if I really like them. Please submit, and if you submit more than one, I am sure that at least one of them will make it into my Arena! Thank you all, and by the next Chapter, I hope to have all my Tributes!

Coffee.