Alistair Lysander, the current head gamemaker, has plenty of ideas up his sleeves. He decided to describe his arena idea to the president at the end of the previous hunger games. She simply liked the idea at first, but now he received her letter about her plans for the next arena. Alistair tries to decipher each and every character she wrote. After all, the president has one of the most typical traits of a doctor – terrible handwriting.

"Jom!" calls Alistair. A fellow gamemaker approaches him. Alistair continues, "Decode this for me." He gives the paper to Jom, who silently walks to his seat.

As he waits for the message being "decoded," he looks at the map of his arena once more. He thinks of the past arenas he had made.

During the 137th Hunger Games, his arena was filled with forests. Not just any forest, but forest with different fruits and berries in them. It was a colorful arena, and those who were knowledgeable in poisonous plants made it further than those who didn't. The cornucopia was on a yellow forest full of pink and blue citruses. However, the cream of the crop of the arena was the black forest. It was Alistair's favorite, and events turned out as he expected them to. The black forest was like a black forest cake – dark soil, dark brown leaves, white icing goo, and giant inverted cherries acting as trees. The clumsiest career that year bumped into one of those trees, and when the cherry bowed down to hit him, his body exploded into a trillion pieces of dead meat. His allies were injured from that impact, physically and emotionally. The president was very impressed with the games overall, and unlike the previous year's games, this one lasted for two weeks only.

After the success of Alistair's first arena, he went on to create the arena of the 138th Hunger Games that starts with twenty-four roller coaster heading to the center. Only those who were resilient escaped the bloodbath before the careers were ready to spill blood. The arena was an abandoned amusement park. There was a triad who was heavily injured after the collapsing of a cave attraction, and then there was a couple who got eaten by horse mutts in a carousel, but the most unbelievable plot twist that year – all 6 careers rode a cable car to their death. Who knew the 13-year-olds from 3 and 6 plotted to wait for the careers at the cable car station, expecting their arrival. Alistair's favorite though was the Zipline of Doom, as he'd call it. The girl from 5 knew taking the zipline would lead her out to the arena, but she forgot about the force field that later on took her soul out of her being. The president was also impressed with this games, but she liked the previous one more than this one.

The 139th Hunger Games started on a dark room. The tributes didn't expect that they were going to start on anti-gravity after the cannon sounds for the start of the bloodbath. All the tributes were using their other four senses to find the door, but one career attempted killing some tributes with his bare hands. Since it was dark, he didn't know he had killed his district partner, the Capitol's favorite of that year. It took the tributes days to realize that they were on an abandoned university. Every tribute that survived the bloodbath had a favorite spot. The girl from 3 owned the science lab, the boy from 9 took the library, the 14-year-old anti-career quartet made the auditorium their home. There was a special machine in hidden in the arena – a weapon generator. Unfortunately, it was never seen in action because it was stocked in the gym's garage, and it can only function with a computer in one of the computer rooms, which was on the other side of the campus. The swimming pool was Alistair's favorite. It was an Olympic-sized swimming pool with one mutt – a half-squid half-eagle hybrid hiding in the female locker room. Even though the girl from 6 killed his mutt, its toxic blood filled the pool and melted the girl with it. The boy from 1 simply wondered why there was a giant sparkling dark violet jelly in what was supposed to be the swimming pool.

This year, Alistair already has something planned right after the cornucopia. This place is nothing abandoned and mostly made from scratch. The four sectors already have a theme in them, and natural disasters will occur more often in this arena than in other arenas.

"Sir," calls Jom to Alistair. The latter was snapped from his dreamy state, as the former hands him a sheet of paper. It said:

Alistair darling,

I have finally studied your arena map, and it looks absolutely fantastic! Your arenas never disappoint me, and this one is by far the best!

I have a twist planned: We will be accepting at least 4 stuntmen who will be participating in this year's hunger games. We will be giving them costumes for them to role play. If they survive in the arena until the end of the games, they will each win 1 million dollars. Otherwise, their soul goes with the other 23 fallen tributes. After all, these are stuntmen. They should not be in the Cornucopia. I want you to assign them homes in each sector of the arena. You may or may not provide them food, but they will have a set of special weapons based on the role they are playing.

From the deepest erythrocytes, leukocytes, and thrombocytes in my cardiac muscle,

Dr. Pres. Flore

Now, Alistair knows what else he needs to add. He needs to make these "homes" impressive to the eyes of the audience. He now has other plans aside from setting up natural disasters almost everywhere. These stunt people would twist some things in the games. Not only that, but tributes would not be aware of their existence, and they will assume that they are just mutts. He rubs his hands together and now has a clearer idea of what this year's games would be like. He stands up and goes to the center of the room to make an announcement.

"Attention everyone!" Alistair says. His short silver hair catches the most attention from seeing him. He is shown wearing black slacks and a black blazer, his silver necktie complements his silver hair. His age is showing too since he's already in his mid-50's.

Alistair continues, "I have received a letter from our president. She indicated here that she wants a home in each sector of the arena to house the stuntmen who will be participating in this year's games for a chance to win a million dollars."

The other gamemakers are intrigued by this. They mention a few ideas and possibilities to each other, before Alistair continues talking.

"Right now, we need to quickly modify those portions of the arena," says Alistair. "Divide yourselves into 5 groups. Team 1 will report to me about sector 1, team 2 will report to me out sector 2, and so on."

The 24 gamemakers discuss and group among themselves.

"Do we get the the moun...?" asks someone from team 5.

"No," interrupts Alistair. "Four people will stay with me. We leave the cornucopia naturally and on its own. That place has its own elements." Alistair winks after he mentions the last word.

Four hovercrafts, each containing five gamemakers, are on their way to the arena to make the necessary modifications. Alistair knows he will make the president proud once more. After all, it's her last year as president, and it could be his last year too as head gamemaker. Given this special and important job, Alistair knows what he's up to for this year's arena.

Brenda asks, "Sir, what are we going to do now?"

"We need to order from our suppliers," says Alistair. "Or, we can visit them now and have a mini field trip. The games haven't started yet, so we're just gonna bore ourselves in here."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"Jom, prepare the last hovercraft," commands Alistair. "Everyone else, follow me."

The last five gamemakers take a hovercraft to buy the cornucopia weapons and supplies, leaving the headquarters locked for now.

AN:

Yay Chapter 2! Hopefully, I can have the next chapter next week, but with midterm exams and projects coming around the corner, I'm not sure if I'll be able to have a chapter next week. Nevertheless, there should be another chapter within this month.

I only have 3 submissions so far, so please submit! :) Don't be intimidated by the non-1st-come-1st-serve policy. It's to discourage bad submissions and century-long reservations. I've seen people reserve slots for a month or more.
Update: 5 submissions so far, yay! :D Although I said in the Google form not to be afraid to submit to slots already taken, please submit tributes to blank slots first.

I know I've been giving vague details of the arena so far, but can anyone guess what it is? I'll award points for getting it correctly.

I plan to have a chapter of the sponsor shop next, followed by a chapter of the first stunt performer if I can't think of anything else in between. I can start the reapings after that and once I have at least 1 district satisfactorily filled.

That's all for now! :)

P.S. Reminder: tinyurl dot com slash PlatriumSYOT is where you can submit a tribute. :D