Last night at approximately 12 o' clock, something happened.
A second year slowly walked into my room, wearing what appeared to
be only a smirk and a nerf gun on his belt.
Uturn quietly to face him.
Is this what you really want?" .
He reaches for the gun.
Because f it is, a lot of good people are going to die tonight."
He slowly pulls it from his holster.
Son, before you do this, Iwant you to know..."
He starts aiming, and he hasn' t wiped that grin off his face.
Th at Anth ony is here too."
My roommate unleashes a fucking tsunami of darts from his gun, and
while our adversary is distracted Udraw my Maverick from it' s place in
my desk. What happens next is a fourth floor nerf war, the likes of
which Ne never seen before.