Dear Head Gamemaker Barbor Klutch,

The people in the Capitol are all buzzing about the Quarter Quell, which I'm sure you know is next year. We need more interest in this year's games, or the purpose will be defeated. Make sure this year's games are unforgettable. I really hope you'll do well to please me, Barbor, as I find you to be quite an intelligent man.

Sincerely,

President Snow

Barbor sat back in his chair, sipping his coffee. The plans for these Games were almost done. In fact, the new mutations were down in his lab, waiting for his approval. He had to make sure that these creations were flawless. After that mishap last year... Ah, well. He must not think of that now. He had to put all of his energy into this year.

Barbor stood up and took one last look at his plush office. It had the perfect view of the busy Capital Streets below. People were bustling about, no doubt talking about the Hunger Games, which were to take place in a few weeks. He stroked his long, shiny black goatee that curled into a point. All that was needed now was his approval for the mutts, and then the Reapings...

He looked back down at his letter and swallowed. This letter was a warning. He was just lucky he wasn't fired last year. However, this President was good. He gave second chances. And this was Barbor's second chance. He could not disappoint the President.

He strode to the polished mahogany door and yanked it open. He walked briskly to the glass elevator and pressed the BG6 button for Below Ground, 6th floor. The elevator zipped away at his command. He barely felt it. These were the new and improved models, which could zoom up to sixty miles an hour and stop at the slightest touch of a button.

The doors opened into a white room. The Scientists were standing around a table, speaking in hushed tones, looking at something. Barbor cleared his throat, and they immediately made a path for him. He looked down upon this newest creation with satisfaction. He looked at the clipboard next to it. The thing had been perfectly cooperative, never doing anything out of line, easily controllable from the Gamemaking Room. He smiled, revealing his gold-inlaid teeth, and turned to Barbella, a short woman with Barbie blond hair and long, claw-like fingernails.

"And we're ready." They cheered in hushed tones so as not to disturb the creature, which stared up at them with beady black eyes. Barbor looked at it once more, greedily, before going back up to his office. With one final flourish, he signed the last paper in everlasting shiny black ink, binding him to these Games, forever..