Stanford Valenteene (head gamemaker) POV

I walk through the hall of president Oscar Snows mansion. The grandson of the great, powerful original Snow, he is a terror and a tyrant. Of course, I'm on his good side because I have wonderful ideas for the games. And this year... This year will be amazing! I open the huge oak door and walk into Oscars enormous study. He looks up and points to a chair across from him. I walk over and sit down, placing my piles of papers in front of me.

"Well, what's this brilliant idea of yours?" He says, staring at the documents.

"The arena... it will be like an ocean... here, let me explain." I pull out a paper and show him. "It'll be like this; all water, with a bunch of different, far apart islands. Some islands will be tiny, so big. They'll be far apart, and their will be different dangers on them. This one here, the biggest one, will be the rainforest island, home to two of my new mutts, the Narl, a large, furry breast that can camouflage into the trees, and the Trapper, a giant tree like plant that catches tributes in its branches and holds them down until they either die from exposure or are found and killed. These three small ones, all about a mile apart, will be tiny, just big enough fir a small camp. The only dangers there are the poisonous cuttlefish and piranhas in the water. This one will be the cornucopia island, again, just the ocean predators. The rest are just medium sized, and will hold muttations of fallen tributes." I watch him slowly break into a smile.

"You know Stanford, you actually have something good there, something amazing. Perfect!"

"AND, in the cornucopia we will have arena specialized items. Average things, like food and water, but also crude rafts, a kayak, a small canoe, a few life vests... things like that. We will force them all into the cornucopia that way, increasing bloodbath casualties..."

"This is amazing. Perfect for these games. I am impressed with you Stanford, good work. This year's tributes are going to have quite a challenge..." he waves his hand and I leave the room, whistling and smiling. My plan has succeeded, and these be the best yet.

Alright, so, that's this times arena! I'll start district one now, and everyone, there are still tribute spots fir this, please enter!