Okay, so, I got the District 1 tributes, and I am writing their reaping right now! But I will only be submitting that for a while… unless someone is nice enough to give me some tributes so I can write more reapings. Also, Career or unusual Reapings will have their own chapter, while normal reapings will be paired up with the next District.

Just a note: COME ON PEOPLE! I have ONE male tribute! Give me some males! I promise that I WON'T turn them into jackalopes! SUMBIT ONE!

And also, on my story, 'Spying on Percabeth,' I haven't updated in a while… I'm sorry guys! I might be able to squeeze in a chapter today, but I'm really busy with this story. NO I AM NOT GIVING UP OR PUTTING THAT STORY ON HAITUS! AND I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO WRITE AN AUTHORS NOTE! AUTHORS NOTES ARE EVIL!

Okay, please submit to my SYOT, check out my One-Shots, and my story 'Spying on Percabeth'. Great story. Also- CHECK OUT MY POLL! I WILL BE UPDATING SOON, BUT AFTER CHAPTER 5, I WILL NOT UPDATE UNTIL I SEE SOME RESULTS ON MY POLL! (Which I'm pretty sure I put up.)

Wow, this has been a long AN, even for me. Anyway, one more thing- REVIEW! If you are guest, you can submit tributes through review. (First I was like, NO REVIEWS SO YOU CAN SUBMIT! Then I found a tribute from a guest that I liked, so I changed the rule, so that you submit a tribute, and if, 5 days later, your tribute's spot is still open, I will allow it. But then I was like, what the heck, so I allowed submissions through review.)

Disclaimer

I'm bored, so no fancy schemes this time. Johanna, do it.

Johanna: Why should I?

Me: I can make your tributes die without them even stepping off their plates.

Johanna: *Sigh* Okay. PrimroseEverdeenMyLittleDuck doesn't own THG.

Introduction


Laura Insogtino was excited about being Head Game maker. She was in her office, planning the arena. 'It must be evilly genius, because of the uprisings of last year,' she tells herself. She looks at the clock. 2:00 a.m. She needs coffee.

"Hey, Avox!" Said Avox's head snapped up. "Get me some coffee. Cream, 2 cups." She has to finish the arena before 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, because she had brunch with Ysti Harnertson, the president. Ysti scared the crap out of her. The purple skin and yellow eyes that he sported didn't help either. When she first got into the Game maker business, she had nightmares about Ysti killing or maiming her all the time. As the years passed, Laura became more comfortable with the President, or at least, as close as you can get to a psychopath.

As the Avox scurries to ready Laura's drink, she looks at the layout for the arena. It has 6 sections, all with their own biome. Sounds pretty drastic, right? But that's not all. They all scramble every 48 hours. They all randomly change. Laura grins. The arena is ready.

The Avox comes in with her coffee, but it's been so long she's forgotten. After she waves the Avox out, she sets the coffee down on the desk, untouched. She walks down the hall to her bedroom. Tomorrow is a big day, and she needs her beauty rest.

The next day, Laura wakes early to make sure her prep team has enough time. She waits as they massage gels into her hair, powders into her skin, and creams into her face. To be truthful, Laura never really liked all of the fancy compounds, but if you are to meet the President, sacrifices have to be made.

About two hours later, she's ready for the brunch. As she walks along the street, she gets some points and whispers, and as she nears the Presidential Palace, the whispering increases.

"I heard she's the new head game maker," True.

"And she's Seneca's Daughter-in-law." Not true.

"I heard she failed on the arena," SO not true.

"No! I heard that it's going to be the most awesome one since the Quarter Quell!" Definitely true.

Laura shivers as she walks into the Presidential Palace and out of the sunlight. It gives off a creepy aura, but Laura ignores that and walks into the President's meeting room.

"Ah, Laura. How are you doing? Any new progress on the Games?' President Harnertson asks as she sits down.

"I'm fine, thank you," Laura says in a formal tone. "And yes, there has been progress. In fact I finished the arena designs last night. The construction workers should be able to finish it by next week."

"That's wonderful. Have you brought me any prototypes or holograms?" President Harnertson asks, always straight to the point. Thank goodness Laura had anticipated this and brought a hologram.

"Yes. Here," Laura pulls a small device out of her pocket. She sets it on the table and turns it on. Instantly, a hologram of the arena is projected.

"Is… that all?" The President asks, clearly not impressed.

"No, Sir. I also have devised this," Laura says. She pulls out a small remote and presses a button. "As you can see, the arena has 6 sectors. And every 48 hours, those sectors will change."

"Change?" The President asks.

"Yes. They will randomly switch biomes with each other, Sir."

"Wonderful idea, Laura. Now, let's eat." Laura inwardly lets out a sigh. She can tell the President is satisfied. With that, she digs into some toast and scrambled eggs.


And that's it. And I know you probably skipped the AN at the beginning to the chapter, so please go read it. If I was to start writing another AN down here, I would just be saying the same thing.

GO READ THE AN!

Bye.

Miranda, Daughter of Poseidon and resident of District 4.