Welcome to the 100th hunger games! In honor of the fourth Quarter Quell, the gamemakers have come up with a twist: each tribute's greatest fear will be waiting for him/her in the arena. (The game makers will explain the logistics of this once tributes have been reaped).

Now for a little background: The rebellion that occurred during the 75th hunger games did cause a change for a couple of years. But, as we know all too well, history always ends up repeating itself. And after a good thirty years, President Hans made sure the hunger games continued. And the perpetrators of the rebellion (lovely Katniss and Peeta) were hung in the capitol along with their children. It was quite a spectacle. Everybody was talking about it. If you have a chance to visit the capital, you can view their decaying bodies on display at The Museum of Panem.

Somewhere in District 8:

Abel Mays, having recently turned forty, has changed immensely since he won the Hunger Games. Not only is he physically hardly recognizable (having developed a slight belly and grown a most conspicuous mustache). He is also a man of a completely different character. He now understands the importance of his self-image, a concept he considered most futile as a naive seventeen-year-old. And in these past twenty-three years he has perfected the craft of skinning hide, lost the small amount of empathy he once possessed, and divorced three women.

At the present time, the man has situated himself in a particularly lush chair, a glass of apple juice perched between his thumb and ring finger. He enjoys the fact that the juice looks like a glass of Whiskey but presents no damage to his liver.

"What a beauty," he mutters. His gaze is fixed on the dead woman pinned to the wall opposite him. Or at least, her bloody remains. The woman was caught stealing from the butcher. And, like all the greedy citizens of District 8, she was sent to Abel Mays' mansion to be "taken care of."

After Abel was caught with a few dismembered corpse's in his basement, President Hans made a deal with the man; Abel could murder as many criminals as he pleased. This compromise both satisfied Abel's bloodlust and President Hans' obsession with what he curiously called justice.

The dead woman's body is pinned up so that she appears to be standing. Abel likes to watch his victims at their full height. It makes them seem alive.

Abel sits back, and takes in the scene for a moment. He admires the grin he has carved into the woman's face.

"Myro!" he calls.

A butler, dressed most impeccably in a dark suit, hurries into the room. The servant glances at the mutilated corpse sprawled on the wall.

"Nice work, sir," Myro says. "I like what you've done with her face. Innocent yet…foreboding. Very…kafka-esque."

Abel laughs. Either Myro has completely misused the word, or he has gotten it all wrong. "That was hardly my intention. I was going more for something very simple: happiness. In honor of the upcoming games."

"Yes. The Quarter Quell. Well, that's very grand, sir." Myro's eyebrows come together, feigning a look of deep thought. After a beat, he asks "Shall I dispose of her?"

"No," Abel says. "Lets keep her out this evening. I'm having my son over for dinner. I want him to share the joy with me."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Last time-"

"He's grown much more mature," Abel interrupts the man.

Myro's thin lips snake into a forced grin. "As you wish, sir."

You can submit up to two tributes. The tributes you send me must be original (This means I don't want any tributes you've sent to other SYOT's, nor do I want any characters from your favorite book or television show). If you send me a tribute that is not original, I will murder your tribute in the most disgraceful way imaginable; I'll make sure you're so filled with shame and abasement by your tribute's death that you never submit to a SYOT again (Obviously this is a lie...if you happen to submit an unoriginal tribute then I'll just be annoyed is all. But, please don't. For my own peace of mind).

The SYOT sheet is on my profile. Please PM me your tribute.