The Gamemaker
The streets of my beautiful city buzz with chatter and dazzle the inhabitants with a plethora of flashing lights and Hunger Games advertisements. This is going to be a happy happy hunger games. The advertisements are mysterious and humble compared to other advertisements. It is just a turquoise 57 on a black background. This stands out from the other vivid and loud signs that fill the streets. The uniqueness of the poster reflects the uniqueness of the arena. Something Panem has never before witnessed.
I am now forced to sit and wait for the Reapings. Everything else is already prepared. The arena is filled. The tribute uniforms are sewn, smelted, and pressed. The mutts are breed. Thus, I am compelled to sit and wait in the Head Gamemaker office with a bottle of District 14's finest (being a gamemaker allows me to learn the secrets of Panem).
I was delighted when I found that I, Kronos Baxter would be the Head Gamemaker. Snow definitely made the best decision. Though I had no degree in engineering, biology, or physics like most gamemakers before me, I have a degree in literature. I cannot only provide the crowd a riveting and amusing death; they will also be poetic and symbolic.
Let the 57th Hunger Games begin!
I NEED MORE TRIBUTES! Try and get others to submit tributes or advertise my story on your stories. Get the people who you advertise to you include your username at the bottom of their tribute submission form. Whoever gets the most new tributes to join wins. The winner will get to know the arena beforehand, create a mutt for the games, and give their tribute a definite spot in the last 10 tributes.
