A few freshman members of Delta Sigma drunkenly marched down the hillside stumbling over their own white gowns, only some still had the laurel wreaths they wore atop their heads. “Get to the bridge ahead of the Alpha Pi’s. We have to hang our banner before they do.” It had been a centuries long tradition that whichever frat made it to the bridge and marked the territory first, would be able to claim the great party land for the entire school year.
Delta Sigma approached from the right as the Alpha Pi’s journeyed in from the left.
Both groups began to chant “Something wicked this way comes!” Their words echoed through the valley. A loud whistle blew, piercing their ears, they covered them tightly with the palms of their hands.
From underneath the bridge appeared three men draped in black and purple, gold dripping from their necks, each holding a seven foot tall spear. “You have summoned the wicked, so here we are. We watched you journey from near and far. The one you seek requires a self sacrifice, which one of you does not value your life?” The three spoke in unison.
The fraternity boys all looked at one another, smirking and laughing. “This is 2024. We don’t need any of this, not a fraternity or even a school. We can take classes online.” Retrieving loose rocks from the bridge, they hurled them at the evil below.
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