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President Snow's POV

"Come in," I say. The head Gamemaker comes in through the door, looking nervous. As well he should. Last year, the Head Gamemaker was beheaded. It was not that the Games were not entertaining, it was that they took too long to be entertaining. Ah, last year...

Isabella (D11 Female) -13- POV (last Hunger Games)

"I'm surprised I made it this long," I whisper to Deven, my District partner.

"Me too," He says.

"Which one of us should it be?" I ask.

"You should win. You're the surprising victor," He says. "Besides, I wouldn't want to live in a world where I killed you."

"Okay," I say. I take the knife out of my belt and kiss him. I slowly bring my hand up to his throat and run the knife along it. I drop the knife. I keep kissing him for a few seconds and then drop him as blood wells up out of his neck.

Boom!

A cannon sounds, and the anthem plays. Corbel, the announcer's voice, plays.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the winner of the 69th Hunger Games, Isabella, age 13, from District 11!"

President Snow's POV.

Ah, yes, last year. That finale had been good. The finale that occurred on Day 15! The winner, Isabella, had been hiding all game, until the last day. She was one of the final 4. She had no kills to her name, and one of the other ones who was left was her District partner, Deven. She, realizing that Day 15 was the last, headed to the cornucopia. She killed the other two Tributes who showed up, slitting both of their throats. Then Deven showed up. She and he had quite the little pre-game romance going on, so of course, we made it quite a spectacle. As it happened, Deven had just asked Isabella out in District 11, a day before the reaping. Due to the luck of the draw, we Reaped both of them. They continued their relationship until the last minute when she slit his throat. Quality entertainment there, quality entertainment.

I look at the head Gamemaker expectantly.

"Well?" I ask. He stares blankly at me. Since he walked in, he has moved so that he is behind one of the two chairs that faces my desk. He looks intimidated. Good. "How are these Hunger Games going to be different?" "How will they entertain me? What is going to make them shine, stand out? I'm waiting."

"Ah, yes," He replies, "Um..."

"Oh, just give me the card," I say, disgusted. I except a little bit of nervousness from my underlings, but this guy was disgusting me. I hope that he could at least put on a good show. You never know, sometimes the weird ones are the best show makers. Like that one guy...

"Sir?" His hand is outstretched, with the card in it. I realize I've drifted off again. I really need to stop doing that. I snap the card out of his hand and start to read it.

Instructions for the 70th annual Hunger Games.

In past times the Arena of the Hunger Games has closely resembled most of our Panem. Meadows, forests, rivers, streams, and lakes have all been a part of the design. The design has tended to stay rather similar. All that will change in this game. This Arena is not like any other. How is it different? It's a desert.

The Arena Designers should make sure that there are plenty of small water sources available, decent amounts of water in the Cornucopia and that rain refreshes any that might die of dehydration. A Tribute dying of thirst is no fun. Also, there should be ample cover in the form of trees, rocks and the like.

The best twist is below. It can be used on its own if no Arena meeting the criteria is able to be designed before the games are to take place.

The final twist is this: There will be no Gamemaker caused deaths. To illustrate that the Districts brought their own deaths upon themselves, all deaths must be Tribute-inflicted.

I look up from the card.

"Might this cause the action to go a bit slower?" I ask.

"No, Sir," The head Gamemaker replies. "The card only said that we cannot kill them, not that we cannot... motivate them," He says with a rye smile. "We can use our usual tricks to motivate them to get closer to each other. Firewalls, packs of mutts, all that sort of thing, as long as we don't kill them. I actually think it'll be more fun that way, as having somebody sniff a flower and die is rather anti-climatic, don't you think? This way, we'll be guaranteed more fun fights."

"I like you..." I wait for him to introduce himself.

"Peter, Sir."

"I like you, Peter. Don't disappoint me."

"I won't, Sir."

A/N: So, originally I wasn't going to tell you the twist. But, if I just put "the Arena will be different", you would have figured out that it would be a desert from the title, so there was no point. Also, without doing Gamemaker/President stuff, there's no story, at least not until I get some Tributes! So, please, submit some Tributes! I'm not quite sure how this website's PM feature works, so if you PM me your Tribute or reservation and don't hear back within 24 hours, please, leave a review with your Tribute or reservation! Thank you for reading and for submitting your Tributes!