Revolutionary Gamemaker
Plutarch made his way out from behind the stage, into the blinding lights. He squinted for a moment before the crowd beyond could be spoted. He wore a coy smirk. If only they knew what he had in store for them. It was going to be much more than a hunger games. He approached Caeser, reaching out to take his hand in a firm shake.
Taking his hand in a firm grip, he beamed at the man, quietly addressing just him. “It is a delight to have you here.” Standing straight, he released the mans hand and motioned to the chairs behind him, “Please, please take a seat.” Taking a couple of steps back himself to sit in the chair, his head cocked to the side as he asked, “I think all of us would like to know just how did you decide to reap the participants of the quarter quell from the previous victors?”










