A month or two before last chapter…
Menoetius sat with President Snow and started suggesting ideas for the arena. President Snow was in a bad mood. There was a group of people who tried to rebel and kill peace keepers last night. He has sent more troops of peace keepers to the district. Menoetius feared that his bad mood would make him do something irrational, such as killing Menoetius. "Maybe we should make the arena like a moon. There'll be no gravity and the tributes will need to fight alien mutts and asteroids." President Snow looked bored. He tapped on the arm rest of his chair and had a sleepy face. "If this is the best idea you could come up with, I should start thinking about a gravity-defying death sentence. It would look good on TV. What do you think? I think you'll look rather good in a space suit." Menoetius was as white as a wall. "Perhaps we should have a roman arena. The tributes will have to face animals and other tributes in the circus. We could have gods too. The cornucopia could have those cool feathered helmets, and-"
"I do not care about stupid feather helmets. I need something that would catch everyone's attention. Something creative and crueller than the games ever were, I need the audience to feel the arena, to wake up screaming in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. Do you think you can do that, or do I need to prepare a goodbye speech and a horrible death?" Menoetius sighed quietly to himself. Everyone knows than being a head game-maker is like committing suicide, even if they won't say it out loud. But not everyone knows that refusing that position is an immediate death. Menoetius didn't want to live, he needed to live, and not just for his family. He loved his family, but he could be selfish for once and say he enjoys parties and even his life in general.
"Mr. President, can you tell me more about what you want to see in the arena?" Menoetius hoped his approach wasn't too bold. He fiddled with a black pen under the brown vintage table. It wasn't quite Menoetius's taste, but what he learned in the last half an hour is that his opinion doesn't count even in his own office.
"I want you to get inside the tributes' heads. Take something they like, a childhood memory perhaps, or their favorite toy and bring it to life."
"Trust me, Sir. I'll think of something."
"You better do."
Hi everyone, sorry for the long wait. I was in camp, and something bit me. It hurt so bad I wanted to cut my leg off! But now I'm okay. I had a few major events, but I think that now I'll have more time to update.
About the story, the guest who sent the nameless and district-less tribute, I'm sorry but I can't accept tributes from guests. I can't contact you; I don't have any way to tell you that the tribute doesn't have a name, and a few more things. I can just hope you read this. The list of the open spots is bellow. As you can see, I need more tributes so please send me some.
Tributes
District 1
Male- Romeo Tourmaline, 17
Female- Starlet Storm, 18
District 2
Male-
Female- Alexis Silva, 15
District 3
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Female-
District 4
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District 5
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Female-
District 6
Male-
Female- Jesper Haven, 14
District 7
Male- Jacob Lenings, 15
Female- Violet Linphea, 17
District 8
Male-
Female- Alondra Pickett
District 9
Male-
Female- Paint Smith, 15.5
District 10
Male- Remus Johnston
Female-
District 11
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Female-
District 12
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Female-