Miller, unsurprisingly, was the first to die in his Games. It was also the first SYOT I wrote, so he gets the first shot. The only way he ever could have won was by weaponizing his fatness. Everyone was starving, but he took the longest. I'm sure no one is sad this isn't what happened.
Miller Thresher
I knew this wouldn't be any trouble. My plate rose up and I saw nothing but flat gray rock in every direction. When the gong sounded, I ran toward the Cornucopia and grabbed the first thing I laid eyes on: a fat loaf of bread. The Careers were all around me, but they were all targeting someone else, which was just the way I wanted it. I hustled out of there and ran for the hills.
The Gamemakers didn't reckon with someone as crafty as me. I saw a shallow hole and hid in there while everyone else fought. There was just enough slope in the ground to hide the Cornucopia from sight. I crouched down and waited for the other losers to die. While they were fighting like idiots, I was finding shelter and planning real strategies.
How can they do this? It's unbearable. It had been eight days. My bread was long gone. Other than that, there just wasn't any food. I was wasting away. It was barbaric. It was inhuman. When I got back, I was going to have a word with the Gamemakers. I crawled around searching for a single crumb. I tried to eat a rock, but it just broke my teeth. Another cannon went off, and the Anthem started playing. I won? Finally! I pumped my fist in the air and waited to be adored. It was just like I always knew. Money, fame, babes, adoration... they were all mine. But first, there would be food.