Hi guys, did you miss me? Of course not, it's been one day.
Head Game maker Dejorne's POV.
I strut towards President Snow's office with the file for this year's arena blueprints tucked under my arm. My stupid assistant Nicis informed me that the president wants to meet and I'm guessing it's about the arena. I don't know why I keep that idiot around. I enjoy the rest of the walk to President Snow's office by thinking up many ways to murder Nicis. An evil grin has spread across on my face by the time I'm rapping on Snow's door. An Avox opens the door and the president motions for me to sit down on the couch across from his desk. Despite my attitude I just can't look him in the eye. His cold grey eyes and acute smell make him one scary man.
"I expect you have the plans for the arena ready Dejorne." Snow examined to my blueprints.
"They're more than ready sir; I've got them right here."
"This year's will be huge; the arena will be split into four sections: Mountains, Forest, Desert, and Plains. There will be ponds scattered around the map and a river going through it. Some of these ponds will have a deadly red algae growing in them, and some won't. The alga renders the water toxic and cannot be removed by the disinfectant that comes with some drink bottles, and it kills in minutes.
"I like that, it's completely out of luck." Snow said, "But there has to be something in the pond so the tributes know that it's toxic."
"The toxic water has a slight shade of red to it sir." Dejorne explained.
"Good now get out." Snow sounded.
"What?...sir."
"I said get out." Snow said.
"Oh." I mumbled as I packed up the blue prints and walked out.
President Snow was never one for goodbyes.
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