[h1][center] [color=red]The one who broods menacingly [/color][/center] [/h1]
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[h2][center] ~~[color=blue]Rise and Shine, Edgelord[/color]~~[/center] [/h2]

[indent] An alarm buzzed through Drake's dorm as he got up in a slow and exhausted manner. Today was orientation day, a day likely filled with annoying interactions no doubt. Sighing at the thought, Drake got dressed into his school uniform after finishing the rest of his mourning routine, got his deck and gear ready, and set off. At the Utopian house, an uninteresting opening with their housemaster led into him grabbing a small substantial breakfast, before making his way into orientation [/indent]

[h2][center] ~~[color=green]Oh no, weak opponents![/color]~~[/center] [/h2]

[indent] Drake's cold expression made it clear he wasn't fond of this type of battle. Though life points were doubled, players were expected to go through a gauntlet of battles with no recovery of life. Instead of wasting time and energy finding others to battle, Drake stayed in the corner with his arms crossed, waiting for the opponents to drop and instead having his challengers come to him. By his calculation, this meant that his odds of being the last one standing were high as it seemed most if not all of the other students engaged each other immediately. While they would waste valuable life points, he would reserve his for the survivors and pick them off easily. [/indent]