>>5628852>>5628850Okay, Quill, it's that crate up top. Be careful with the crowbar. Do not jostle the content... Or don't use the crowbar at all, sure, who am I to judge.
Okay sunseekers and havoc-hearts, you both might think you know a thing or two about wiring up volatile chemics to cause trouble. But let's let you in on a little secret:
Every year the Engineering Department of the Free colleges hold a contest to see who can devise the most ingenious way to surprise the professors and lecturers and guest-specialists from the sapper sections. The conditions are simple: Who-ever non-lethally manages to curse the highest body-count (scored by paint) over the span of a week wins. Two-hundred graduating engineers. Five sappers from one of the active trench brigades. It never seems a challenge.
Every year, twenty-one years running, the students have lost to a man although rumour has it they came real close in '71. The sappers don't precisely have university smarts but they do have a certain <span class="mu-i">keen</span> way with making things click together in interesting ways.
University home team has won precisely one time. Graduating class of '92.
Incidentally, guess what extra-credit electives I was taking that year. Here, hold on to this. I'd say "don't drop it", but it's moot because you'd never notice if you did.
[5 hits, 2 crits, 2 auto]
[oh by the void this entire place is wired to blow]