The 93rd Annual Hunger Games
Jonathan Mimstella's P.O.V- Head Gamemaker
I drum my fingers on the mahogany table. Everybody else was staring at the screen in fascination, but I had chosen to turn around after the fifth knife had gone in. I could hear the young girl's bloodcurdling scream, and her murderer's evil chuckle. In comparison to other Hunger Games, this one had been painful to watch.
Last year's Head Gamemaker, Sassio, had been all about making the games more exciting for the Capitol citizens, and more frightening for the tributes. President Snow had thought that they were amazing, but I thought otherwise. The fact that there were no alliances allowed and more weapons removed the strategy and social part of The Hunger Games. The cruel backstabbing and the strong ganging up on the weak were my favourite part of the games, and apparently President Snow thought so too. Nobody had seen Sassio since they ended last year. Apparently he had 'chosen to leave,' but I don't think that anybody believed that.
My plan was the opposite of Sassio's. More complex plans and alliances would have to be made, as my arena would leave them no choice. Then, when only the best were left, I would throw in some twists, new and old. I chuckled.
These games were going to be great…
A/N- Thank you for reading my first story on Fanfiction. I'm sorry for how short it is. Future chapters will probably be better. Now, this will be an SYOT. Check on my profile for the form, then PM me a completed one! :D
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