Make or Break: The 49th Annual Hunger Games

by Manny61945

When the Head Gamemaker is faced with the task of preceding the historic 2nd Quarter Quell, she must make an arena that no one has done before. She will make sure this is the most brutal, unique, and intriguing game to date. SYOT is Closed but you can still read and earn sponsorship points to support your favorite tributes! Games have begun.

1. Chapter 1 Pre-face

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything unless I think of a damn idea for these games.

My second in command Boras, and I are up all night for the second night in a row. The deadlines from President Snow were very specific and I am not trying to end up like the guy who had the job before me who didn't live up to expectations. The instructions were incredibly specific, make an arena that won't outdo the plans for next year the quell. But won't lose the interest of the people. We look at the blueprints of the past 48 arenas and review the ideas submitted by fellow game makers.

"This is impossible, maybe we should just accept our death," Boras said sarcastically.
"Not funny, we just haven't found the ONE yet, we will, how many caffeine pills do we have left?" I asked.
"Not a good idea, we've taken too many of those things, I'm going to start seeing sounds," Boras replied.
What can we do to incorporate sound into an arena? Has anyone ever done that before? Then the wheels start turning.
"That's it, Boras you're a genius!"
Boras just looks at me with a puzzled look. "I know that I am but what is THE thing I did this time?" He said with a smirk.
"You fool, let's incorporate sound into the arena that way it can build up momentum for next year while not overdoing it!"

"Jeez for being an old man you still got some gas left in the tank!" he looks at me one more time before shaking his head. " Ok first, I'm 30 years old, and secondly, I still don't know what idea you have but it sounds ok to me, I'm going home now, good luck," Boras said as he walked out the door slouching and rubbing his eyes.

My eyes narrow and I start scribbling on new blueprints and I love how this coming about. Two hours have passed and everything finally seems to have come together. I smile. This better gets me the job for next year. I roll them up, put them in the tube, and put the mansion address with my official stamp. As It gets taken away in the tube next to my desk I start to think. If this is one of the better ideas, then I'll be President Snow's right-hand lady. This could be my big break. If it succeeds then I'll be legendary, if I fail, I'll be dead.