A/N: THIS IS A SHIT SYOT. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE COMPLETELY SHITTY WRITING THAT PROBABLY TAKES ME LESS THAN 30 MINUTES PER CHAPTER, TURN YO ASS AWAY NOW.
MICKEY MCBUTTNUGGET
HEAD GAMEMAKER
It's only 6am when my alarm goes off with the sickening sound of sicko mode. "Ugh, just 5 more minutes…" i think to myself, before hitting that delightful snooze button.
I begin having a dream… i imagine my co-gamemaker, Aliyah, calling my name…. Damn she do be hot tho...
"Micky..."
"Micky…"
"MICKY YOU LAZY, DRUNK FUCKWIT!"
I am jolted awake, and realise that Aliyah calling out to me was not just a dream, but reality. Shit.
"MICKY! ITS 2 FUCKING PM! THE PRESIDENT GETS HERE IN 69 MINUTES!"
"SHIT", i exclaim. I rip myself away from my anime body pillow in my jocks, and run into the kitchen. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT". Having the alarm snooze was the worst decision i have ever made.
Whilst in the kitchen, i grab myself a nice fresh glass of mountain dew, and a bag of doritos. I also take a sip of this new flavour of gfuel that just came out. Its called the "bloody marie", and it has artwork of what appears to be bra knives on it. Tastes like raspberry.
I look at my watch "FUCKING NUTSACKS HE GETS HERE IN 2 MINUTES"
I grab my clothes and i put them on.
I hear sicko mode coming from my door, and you already know who it is (so watch me whip, now watch me nae nae).
I open the door, and the big man himself, President Chungus Biggie, steps in.
"Wassup G?" he says to me, "i need the game plan".
I gulp at that sentence. I don't have a game plan. Shit.
"Uhhh…. my plan… is to not have a games"
Biggie does his signature roar, only reserved for the angriest of times.
"NO GAMES? HAVE YOU GONE MENTALLY INSANE SIR?"
Crap… i should elaborate.
"No no no! My idea was this: we set up a hunger games simulator of sorts. The tributes will all be cloned, their originals privately executed, with their cloned minds being exactly as they were before, except for one difference. We're pulling the strings. We can kill tributes whenever we want. We make them do stuff that they wouldn't normally do. We can make them loyal, we can make them rebels. We can use them as examples. We, if this initial test goes well, could potentially clone all of the victors. We could make them ours. Spies, soliders, you name it, we could do it."
President chungus thinks for like 2 seconds.
"I don't know one word of what you just said but i can't be fucked asking you to repeat it, so go ahead"
Hell yeah.
