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[color 33ec06][center] Marcus Howell[/center][/color]
[hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥: 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝟚   / /  ~𝟙𝟠𝟛𝟘[/color][/center][hr]
[color f7976a]"Eyes up, folks! We're about to begin."[/color]

Marcus eagerly sat down in his chair, snacks and drinks at the ready. He felt like an excited little kid again, watching superheroes getting ready to dish out an amazing fight. He’d heard one of the guards mention demolition, which was kind of disappointing, but not surprising. Of course, when one of the healers started wrecking the place, Marcus snickered internally. Some of those ‘modifications’ were going to make this a tough fight. He watched with anticipation as the fighters all made their ways up to the top – Secret making it up significantly faster and easier, but Bruisers putting on a better show.

All the goodwill and excitement he had towards this fight pretty much dissipated instantly. The brutality, the destruction, the complete lack of control in most of these fighters; it honestly scared him a little bit. There was a good chance he’d be grouped up with some of these people in the future, and an equally good chance he’d come back from that sort of mission in a Tupperware container, based on what he was seeing on the screen.

His eyes flicked from Freddie to the screens as the events unfolded, listening intently to what bits of information he could get. It seemed like they hadn’t quite expected the teams to be this ruthless either. Guess he couldn’t be mad at them for overestimating the power of friendship.

Marcus stared at the screens, a million thoughts racing through his head, before the fight ended. To think he was complaining about Kusari taking it too far – after that show, he needed to apologize and thank her for showing restraint.

He looked around the room at the rest of his classmates while a guard handed a paper and pencil to him. He wanted to know that he wasn’t overreacting – that this was a brutal perversion of the ‘game’ they’d been sent to do.

He just wanted to know that this wasn’t what they expected. That he wasn’t naïve for thinking they needed to act better than the monsters they fought. The conversation he had with Callan flickered through his head:

[i][color 33ec06]…kind of figured we’d be able to do something like this without tearing each other apart like a bunch of feral animals.[/color][/i]

He looked down at the paper he’d been handed. Suggested Improvements? Oh yeah, he had a couple suggestions.

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[h3]General Thoughts:[/h3]
What the actual [i]shit[/i] was that? You guys managed to turn a game of capture the flag into an absolute mess that could have easily resulted in the death of everyone in that fight! These are your classmates! You know these guys, and yet you still tried to [i]obliterate[/i] them. The fuck is wrong with you people?

Healer Dude: Maybe don’t go throwing huge chunks of porcelain at target you have not identified. That could have easily murdered someone – no real surprise they decided to break your legs after that. 

Sports Bra: Maybe reign it in a little bit there. Try not to…you know… MELT YOUR CLASSMATE’S FACE FROM HIS SKULL.

Brett (Brent?): Cool move. Again: Classmate. I understand things had gone south quickly, but Christ man; trying to split someone’s skull open like that? Little bit ruthless, dude.

Ernie: You clocked a girl upside the head with a jagged piece of wood while she was restrained. Could have easily taken her flags (you know, the point of the game), but you decided to smash her face in. That’ll make you a lot of friends here at East.

Bangs: You did so many things wrong that I’m not even going to waste the time writing them down. When you get all of us slaughtered, make sure you get the bulk offer on coffins; you’ll save some money that way. 

Everyone Else: Congratulations on not getting killed by your psycho teammates. Really not much I can say about strategy here because there was none; it was just a matter of not getting splattered across the kitchenware, which you somehow managed to do. You’ve proven that you can think on your feet and not end up a casualty when faced with numerous powerful threats. If I was in charge of the awards, I’d give it to you for actually keeping up with the goal of the ‘mission’, rather than trying to sate your bloodlust or whatever the hell happened here.

[h3]Suggested Improvements:[/h3]
Control yourselves. It doesn’t matter how perfect your teammate’s moves are, or how flawlessly they execute the mission: Losing your goddamn minds like you did today will get them killed. People will die; [i]your team[/i] will die. And from what I’ve seen today – I’m not too keen on getting teamed up with most of you.
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