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[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir crazy, or just plain crazy in general. ]

[ oh, and there's a new note on the door ]
"FINISH THEM."
TEST YOUR MIGHT.

[ okay, seriously now. the ballroom looks like an absolute mess. there are all sorts of forts set up in different sections of the room, the shelves are nearly bare and some aisles are completely trashed. also random fog machines are up and stuck in between the most random places to SET THE MOOD. YA'LL ARE IN THE ZONE, AFTER ALL. CAUSE THIS IS HOW WE DO IT. ]

[ ooc: sorry this had to be super early ;; I am being called out for the afternoon /sob will be back in a few! ]

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[somewhere, somehow, Max has secured himself A Desk. a very NICE desk. and he's flanked it with chairs as an outer.... retaining wall? he's not even sure. all he knows is that one minute, he thought this was the most ridiculous thing ever ...

... and now he's armed himself with a Nerf gun and camoflauged himself with the zippered slipcovers of a couple couch cushions pinned to the back of his bathrobe.

he's hunkered down under the desk, and MAYBE you can see the whites of his eyes or the glare off that bit of bald spot that his comb-over isn't quite hiding anymore]