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Today was a sad day.

It began like many other days, with my mother gleefully reminding me that getting up would be a wonderful idea, and wouldn’t I like to try it soon?  I, in a slightly less gleeful tone, moaned “Nooooo” and rolled over.

A few hours later I woke up, and after spending a lot of my parents’ money on college goods returned home and decided that today, one way or the other, this dart battle I was embroiled in must end.  I grabbed my trusty rifle, slung it on to my back, and gave my traditional goodbye as I mounted my bicycle (”We who are about to die, salute you!”).

I biked my way to Dan’s house, and waited at the top of the street for my zombie comrade to drive up in his getaway car.  After he arrived with his un-un-un-dead girlfriend, we attempted to plan a diversion… only to discover our planning moot as the target drove right by us.

The details are no longer clear in my mind (fog of war and all that).  All I can remember is the wizz of darts as they shot past my head, the screams of my fallen comrades, and the pleading cry of my zombie friend to “get in the car!”

When I woke up on the side of the road a short time later, I saw a nerf dart protruding from a shoulder wound and sadly resigned myself to a tragic defeat.  I picked up my rifle, slung it over my shoulder, and pedaled home with my metaphorical tail between my legs.

For me, the fight may be over… but the greater war has only just begun. Or something like that.

Sidenote: I bought myself some canned air at Wally-Mart today.  Other than being potentially lethal if inhaled, this magical substance is really fun to turn upside-down and spray.  Doing so releases a spray of liquid gas that rapidly evaporates, making magical ice crystals on almost anything you can find.  Also useful for spot-cooling drinks.  (Don’t try this at home, kids).