In the Capitol:

It was good to be President, Coriolanus Snow thought, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Normally, there'd be some poorly paid teenage assistant doing the menial task for him, as the President had way more pressing matters at hand.

But even a guy like him needed alone time. Besides, the assistant was just gonna fuck it up. He hated to kill another one so soon, after hiring a replacement literally just yesterday. Poor worthless and unpaid interns that never previously worked a day in their lives.

Wasn't it so tough to be President?

Before he could take a sip of the scalding liquid, he placed a white rose petal in. Had to train himself to resist his poisons, after all. He took a few sips and was satisfied, crossing his office to his record player. He moved the needle, and music began to flood the office.

"Country roads, take me home…"

Ah yes, classic. Truly, ol' Coriolanus was a man of very, very fine taste. He sat at his desk and savoured his poisoned coffee while listening to what he found to be the greatest song of all time. He picked up his current reading: a hundred page essay on Vriska Serket was the greatest literary hero of all time. This was the life.

Ten repeats of the song later, there was a knock on his door. Snow knocked back the last of his coffee. "You may enter."

The door cracked open, and a young adult slipped inside. They folded their arms awkwardly in front of them. "Sir."
"Mx. Rim. Pleasure to see you, and right on time! Although, it's about five seconds past three…so perhaps you're not punctual as you thought."
"I am so sorry, sir."

"Well, don't do it again." Snow huffed. How irresponsible. The greatest man in Panem was surrounded by idiots.

"All my memories gather 'round her, miner's lady…"

"I wanted to congratulate you on the success of your Games, what a wonderful occasion all around. How's our newest Victor doing, Mister Harry Stiles? Nothing our doctors can't fix?"

"Last I heard, his vitals were stable," Skye Rim reported. "Should be cleared to go home tomorrow. Then we'll start work on the next arena."

"You haven't started already?"
"We had a ton of delays, sir. I hate to put any of the blame on you, but you cutting our funding and staff didn't exactly help matters either. So we've had to prioritize-"

"I don't like your tone." Snow's voice became dangerous. The gentle croning about country roads from the record layer now no longer sounded warm and comforting. "Implying that anything was my fault. You're lucky that I don't just Avox you right here."

Skye thought that was a bit harsh, and that their criticism was fairly warranted, but they weren't stupid enough to talk back to Snow. Even if he had a little white rose petal stuck to his lip right now. They just hoped for the sake of their amusement that he didn't notice.

"Take me home, country roads…"

"Of course, sir. I'm sorry for making such a baseless assumption. We'll return to work immediately."
"Good. you understand your place. Get out of my sight."

Skye didn't need to be told twice, speed walking to the door and making sure to close it on their way out. The second the door went back into place, the sounds of John Denver's voice were drowned out. Thank God, because that song was seriously starting to get on their nerves. Did this guy ever listen to anything else?

Although…it had just given them a brilliant idea for their arena.

Okay, so...let me explain.

Welcome to Fallout, the 69th Games! But these Games have a special twist! The tributes in these Games are based on various FFN authors from the THG fandom.

How this works is that whoever wants to participate has a self-insert style tribute in the Games; you get to pick things like the name, age, personality, alliance preferences, and death. However, these Games already have a predetermined Victor who isn't based on anyone out of fairness. That's why I am not advertising this as a SYOT, because tributes have a guideline to follow and technically nobody can win. Sorry for dooming for your self-insert in advance.

If you would like to participate, PM me here to see which slots are left. You have until the before final intro to do so; after that, submissions will close and any slot not filled in by a featured tribute will be given a placeholder instead.

Thank you for joining me on this journey! I will see you next chapter for the first round of tribute intros,

-Vr