Prologue 1

Evil Satan, age 666
Head Gamemaker

Man, I love being evil. Last year I sicced mutts on the District 2 girl just as she was about to stab the twelve-year-old boy from District 6 to end his life quickly, just so the nation of Manep could watch the District 6 boy die a slow and painful death. The year before I dropped bombs on all the Careers during the Countdown, just to mess with people's expectations. And the year before that, I went to Disney Channel dot com without my parents' permission.

I'm sitting in my office playing Zoo Tycoon on my hologram projector, releasing the dinosaurs into the crowd, and watching in delight as the simulated zoo guests scream in fear before they get eaten when I hear a knock on my door. I stand up, kick a very cute and innocent puppy that happened to wander into my office, and open the door to find my secretary, Unimportant Secondary Character, standing there. As always, she has a serious expression on her face, but she's still young, female, and smoking hot, like all assistants to the Head Gamemaker are.

"Mr. Satan, it's time for your story-ly Cliche President-Head Gamemaker Talk," Unimportant says.

"What does 'story-ly' mean?" I ask, asking a question whose answer I already know for the sake of the readers.

"It means that it happens every story," Unimportant answers. "Do you want me to come with you? You wouldn't want to be late."

"I-I'll manage," I stammer, fear suddenly coursing through my veins. Despite how evil I am I'm terrified of the even eviler President, and I'll repeat this fact multiple times through this prologue.

Unimportant nods and scurries down the hallway, never to be heard from again.

I take a deep breath to stop from shaking and head to the President's office, which is conveniently in the same hallway as mine. You would've thought that the President of Namep himself would get a secure office of some distance away from other government officials.

I knock slowly on the door.

"Come in," a voice booms from inside the office.

Tears start to form in my eyes as I push the completely unsecured door open and find the back of a black revolving chair with spikes on it. The chair is sitting behind the President's black desk, on which there is a bloody, twitching hamster; a large, flashing red button; and a baseball cap that says "Make America Great Again".

Donald Trump Snowy turns around, his orange cheeto face glaring at me, and I burst into tears.

"I'm so scared!" I bawl. "I may be evil but you are the evilest thing in the universe, President Snowy!" I swallow a lump in my throat. "Greetings, Mr. President."

"Greetings, Mr. Head Gamemaker," President Snowy says, leaning back in his chair. "I must say, you are right in that I am the evilest thing in the universe. How is that wall coming along?"

I gulp, dreading having to tell the President the truth but doing so anyways because that man is a living lie detector. "No progress from last time, Mr. President," I say quietly, "but I assure you that it will be complete by your deadline."

President Snowy narrows his already narrow eyes, and his orange skin turns a bright red. "You shall complete the wall by the end of this year's Hangry Gamez," he says evilly, "or I will kill you."

"NOOOOO!" I scream, tears pouring out of my eyes all anime-like. "You are the supreme ruler, President Snowy! PLZ DON'T KILL MEH!1!1!" I cry so much that the room shakes with the sound of my bawls. President Snowy sits on his spiked chair, unblinking.

"You know that oftentimes I make threats for the sake of dramatic story effect without following through on them," President Snowy says calmly. "Now leave. I only called this very important meeting to tell you something you already know."

"Th-thank you," I gasp, picking myself off the ground and hightailing it out of the office.

A/N: I planned on writing two prologues, this one and another one that I planned on posting on the submission deadline of October 15th, 2017. I was planning on posting this prologue on October 1st, but first of all I got it done early and second of all I wanted to provide readers with a teaser of sorts. So I'm posting the first prologue now. There will be at least one more prologue after this before we move into the Reapings - it depends on how I'm feeling.

Chapter question: Who is your favorite character in the first prologue?

Random question of the chapter: Have you ever submitted a cringeworthy character to a serious SYOT? If so, who was it?

I have received a few submissions, but not nearly enough to write a story. So please, whether you just stumbled upon this story or are on the fence about submitting, consider sending in a tribute or two to this story. I especially need males but there are a few female slots open.

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!