Oz's class was being held in the Danger Shop this week ( Read more... )

"Greetings, grasshoppers," Oz said as his class arrived in the classroom. "We're coming up on our final class together, which means it's time for you to get your final assignment, and it's a doozy." Which was always so comforting coming from Oz ( Read more... )

There were a number of various-sized boxes on the desks when Oz's class arrived at the Danger Shop ( Read more... )

Today's class was being held in the Danger Shop, which looked remarkably like a bunker. Better safe than sorrier.

"So last week we looked at some classic small scale pranks, the week before that we looked at online conflict, today we have a movie that combines the two, with technology being used to take the art of petty pranks to the level of ( Read more... )

They were back in a normal classroom this week. Though if Oz was aware of who'd arrived on the causeway this morning, he might have held class in a secure bunker instead ( Read more... )

Today, Oz had his class meet him in the computer lab ( Read more... )

Oz's class was meeting in a normal classroom this week. Once everyone had arrived and found a seat, he began ( Read more... )

"Well, kids," Oz said as they finished arriving. "It's been a long journey, but the finish line is finally in sight. After weeks of travel, of dealing with conflicts like cookie theft, being rained in, zombie hordes, and not having a map, you're less than an hour away from your destination ( Read more... )

Today the wagon was in what looked suspiciously like a swamp. Where they had managed to find a swamp, complete with what looked suspiciously like alligators, in the middle of the Great Plains was anyone's guess ( Read more... )

It was early morning on the Danger Shop's simulated plain. Thick fog blanketed the area around the wagon, rendering everything indistinct. That odd sound in the distance? Probably just the wind ( Read more... )