Hey guys, a couple chapters ago I was asking for anyone who didn't submit the information that I need to write about some characters and thanks to Vamay, who asked for a list of the tributes, I finally have a list of the tributes and their creators.

D1:

M: Jayce Kornel (Vamay)

F: Topaz Greene (Poptart4ever)

D2:

M: Rory Shoni (HorseKrazy)

F: Thalia Green (IWroteYourName)

D3:

M: Riden Snowe (DarkzerkerX)

F: Azalia Harrisin (Peace674)

D4:

M: Safin Bayview (Fifidear)

F: Cetacae Aquos (Cloudy-TheNightMareQueen)

D5:

M: Axel Eveling (Exxoh)still need info

F: Scella Mare (Exxoh) still need info

D6:

M:Micah Alexra (Vamay)

F: Robin Harrison (My Character)

D7:

M:Gavin Trallna (icy-zoe)

F:Mimosa Madrone (Cloudy-TheNightMareQueen)

D8:

M: Fabian Rune (LittleSchemer)

F: Alison Bowman (Becky Barnes)

D9:

M: Tony Limerick (Decepticons-Superior)

F:Yue Nisha (Meila)

D10:

M: Jake Dawnfire (StoppableForce)

F: Cotella Harek (Blueberry the Doom Chicken)

D11:

M: Dolan Bownan (Innea) I accidentally lost the info on this character. Sorry! :(

F:Juliet Marzougi (prim4ever)

D12:

M: Edge Bayne (adorable daze)

F: Lukianna Warnerton (Moon Sun and Stars)

So to Exxoh, I really need that information soon. District 5 is coming up and I can't write about the characters if I only know their names. Please send it to me soon. And to Innea , I'm really sorry that I lost the information about Dolan. If it wouldn't be much trouble, could you please resend me the info to me so that I could continue writing about him? Thanks! And now…

President Canis entered the dully lit room cautiously in the dead of night. It was the Friday before the train arrivals of the district tributes for the 100th Hunger Games and he was busy make preparations. He worked day in and day out doing what must be done to make these games even more amazing than anything that stupid President Snow ever did. He chose game makers, stylist, escorts. Went around giving speeches about how great these games will be. And he selected different types of torture (this part he liked especially) but on this Friday night before the train arrival he was set out to do something that would decide each tribute's fate.

"Good evening, Mr. President, how have you been today? Good as I'm guessing," A tall old man said. He held out his hand and the President shook it.

"I'm doing fine, Mr. Carnegie. And you?"

Mr. Carnegie laughed "What question is that! Of course I'm doing fantastic, we're choosing the arena for these games! And let me tell you Mr. President, it is an honor for you to choose my humble self to build this… this… wonderful idea that you have. Out of all the architects you could have chosen."

President Canis sat down in the chair that was next to a large glass table in the middle of the dully lit room. He leaned back in his chair, examining the table. "That's the problem, I have no ideas."

"Oh that's alright," The man remarked. Mr. Carnegie walked to the other side of the tabled and sat down. He placed his hand on it and a beam of light scanned it. "I had some ideas but, of course, if you come with something, feel free to interfere."

The dim light that hung above them powered off, leaving the room in darkness. The table, though, lit with a brilliant blue light and a hologram of a destroyed city flickered to life. "Here, is an idea I have. Probably the easiest. You see, there's this old abandoned city out east we could easily rig. It was destroyed by those bombs in district 13 any there's been no life since, not counting animals and vegetation. I think it was called…. New Yuke … Now Yorker, something like that."

Then a green valley with snow capped mountains and lush plains appeared. It was a pretty sight, absolutely picturesque. Mr. Carnegie stood up. He slowly ran his finger around the perimeter of the circle, making the scene rotate "This here is located near our beloved Capitol. It's a bit north of us."

"This looks like the perfect place for survival,"

"Exactly."

The President waited for the catch but none came. He rolled his eyes. "Next."

"All right, all right," Carnegie tapped the table and ocean appeared. "Here, tributes can die quickly. It's easy to die out in the middle of the ocean with no food and water. But it would cost a lot to rig. Though, like I said-"

President Canis shot up and grabbed Carnegie's collar. He lifted him off the ground without trouble. "Listen, I don't want anything nice and sweet. I don't want anything where they all die of natural causes. I want this arena to be the best thing you will make in your entire life. If it's less than perfect, I swear, you'll end up like 23 of those tributes and spectators heading here right now, even if I have to do it with my own hands." President Canis threw Carnegie down on the ground "I want an arena tomorrow." He left without another word.

Carnegie was sprawled on the floor in a mess for a while then he pulled himself on to the chair. He sighed. Never, in his life had he seen Canis like that and he never thought that he would become that way. Carnegie had seen Canis grow up, from child to teen to young adult but the whole time period seemed like a blur. There was one time though.

It was September on the year that the 99th Hunger Games took place and Carnegie was standing next to a tall man and the man who was to be President Canis. Carnegie had built the arena that year and it possibly was the greatest masterpiece he had ever designed. The tall man walked up to the podium just as the national anthem ended and began his address.

"People of Panem! I, President Canis the fifth, is proud to announce that our victor of the 99th Hunger Games is Li-"

A gunshot rang through the air.

President Canis the fifth slumped over the podium, unmoving. Carnegie rushed in shouting for the paramedics but out of the corner of his eye he saw the younger man search the crowd. His eyes landed on something. Carnegie turned and saw a rugged man with dirty clothes. His hair was messed up and his face was stained with sweat and dirt like he crawled though the sewers. This person was from the outside districts.

And Canis took his father's death harshly.

The rest was only in little pieces. The young man that stood staring at the assassin became President Canis the sixth in a long line of family legacy. He called himself Canis, disregarding anyone before him, even his father. He tried to forgive and forget. But Loneliness in his eyes. A harsh edge to his voice. The brutal quell. They were signs that he didn't forget the torture the districts made him feel. But the scary part was that he wanted everyone to feel it too.

Kind of confusing, huh? You are asking "Why add this additional chapter?" Well, two things. 1. I need ideas for an arena. I know it's far off but I need to start making up some storylines. And 2. To explain a little bit of the plot and to get the reader (you) to have a bit of sympathy for President Canis. Don't you feel a little bit sorry for him? Yeah, I sort of created it on the spot. Anyway thanks! And Exxoh and Innea, again, make sure you get that to me.