Sunday, Very Early Morning, Campus
It was the weetiny hours of the morning when a group of shadowy figures made their way across campus, pitchforks and torches and cans of spray paint in their hands.. Their hearts were pure, their intentions noble. The tyranny must finally end, and they were the ones to do it. Too long had they toiled without proper recognition (and really, you can only take that for so long before you snap). The lackeys. The also-rans. The sidekicks.
For some bizarre reason, one of them wore a bandanna and spoke in bad pirate, mostly because nobody had the heart to tell Seely that you didn't need to be a pirate to mutiny.
They'd finally snapped under the pressure. At last, today would be the day, the day .... for a mutiny. And possibly some cheery singing!
((I can claim only about five percent of this post. The rest of the credit goes to ihatedenmark, time_agent, the_merriest, and socksofcool. Rise up against your oppressors, my friends, my comrades, my brothers and sisters! Today is the day of our freedom! Mutiny! MUTINY! MUTINY!))
For some bizarre reason, one of them wore a bandanna and spoke in bad pirate, mostly because nobody had the heart to tell Seely that you didn't need to be a pirate to mutiny.
They'd finally snapped under the pressure. At last, today would be the day, the day .... for a mutiny. And possibly some cheery singing!
((I can claim only about five percent of this post. The rest of the credit goes to ihatedenmark, time_agent, the_merriest, and socksofcool. Rise up against your oppressors, my friends, my comrades, my brothers and sisters! Today is the day of our freedom! Mutiny! MUTINY! MUTINY!))