Memorable: The 99th Hunger Games

by Rainbow Zebras

Everyone's excited about the 100th Hunger Games, yet with this being his first year as Head Gamemaker, Syrio Dame will stop at nothing to make sure his Games are never forgotten, by making them the bloodiest, most horrifying Games any citizen has ever witnessed. SYOT open.

1. Memorable

A/N Hello, lovelies! As a former fanfiction user that has migrated to Tumblr, I haven't used this site since like 2012. However, I found myself having lots of muse so I decided to start a SYOT because well, why not? THE TRIBUTE FORM AND LIST IS IN MY PROFILE, ALONG WITH INFORMATION AND RULES.

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Head Gamemaker Syrio Dame's POV

The tip of my pencil lightly taps against the large white sheet of paper that rests on my desk, brightly lit by an overhead light, giving it a pale golden glow. Golden, the same color as the linear tattoos that pattern both of my arms. Besides this, not many other physical alterations have been made to my body. The golden lines down my arms, my nose fixed, and my hair dyed bright red with highlights of various shades of orange, and styled formally. After all, despite being in my mid-thirties, I am Head Gamemaker, and we're supposed to dress, speak and act with etiquette at all times, often holding ourselves higher than others.

The 99th Annual Hunger Games are the fifth Games that I've found myself being Gamemaker of, yet the first time that I've had to lead the team. The last three Games, despite being thrilling—I have been thoroughly congratulated for my performance—have been…overlooked, so to say. Everyone's attention is on what will happen next year, the year of the 100th Games. I'm absolutely glad that I get a year of practice before dealing with such a major event, to be honest, but I don't want to settle with these Games being the average Hunger Games. No, with this being my first year on the job, these Games will not be overlooked. They will be memorable.

That's when I begin sketching. My lines aren't delicate; they lack an artist's technique. They are rough and precise. The esthetics aren't what matters, what matters are the notes and details. The arena isn't what gets most attention; it is merely a setting where the real fun takes place.

I trace arrows and circle specific locations in this year's arena, jotting down notes in a messy scrawl as a pleased smirk lifts one corner of my lips.

Oh, yes. These Games will be memorable indeed.