This is RAWR!!!

(by Brandon Ng)

The sky darkened as the archers filled the air with their missiles.

One by one warriors fell as volley after volley of the missiles splattered over them. Even being the quickest of warriors will only allow you to last longer in this sure-death battlefield. Soon enough, remains were littered all over the floor and a loud cry could be heard in the air.

Half an hour earlier...

"Normals! What is your profession!?"

"OORAH!"

Warriors, who have accepted and willingly embraced death, stood together, shoulder-to-shoulder, ready to fight for what they believed in. Warriors, who had fearless eyes and hands that gripped onto their weapons as hard as steel. As one, we rushed out onto the battlefield, with battle cries and howls filling the air.

Most don't understand the extent of a proper full-out battle. As you rush into the battle on the front lines, logic ceases to exist. The confusion sets in and you get lost in the whole chaos of it all. At that point in time, your survival instincts kick in. Your weapon and you become a whole, an arc of pure destruction, striking one foe after another as they struggle to avoid the blows beneath their knees.

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Inevitably, the length of a sword cannot compare with multiple bombardments from enemy archers. Filthy, cowardly foes. One by one we fell with honour. We never turned back. We never retreated. With our heads held high, the enemy got us.

We were in desperate need of a leader, a king. To stand against the hordes of the enemy and to bravely proclaim "YOU ALL IS DIE!". And indeed, one rose up the ranks, against all odds, and single-handedly defeated the enemy with his two mere sticks of a sword, and hope was restored once again.

As the sun set lower and lower over the horizon, no obvious victor could still be determined. With the final battle looming, things were still down the wire.

Finally, this was it. The final battle. We geared up for this battle of battles; a battle of wits as much as a battle of brawns. Our swords clashed one final time as we yelled our battle cries one last time. One by one our enemy fell, though not without a price. With each one we took, we lost one of our own. The battle was going to be tight. Killing their king, we struck a major advantage, and slowly worked our way to taking the rest of the warriors one by one.

However, sneakily the enemy had found a devious plan to outsmart us all, and eventually, beat us to the chase. The war had been won, and a brave new world was born.

All of us sat down on the grass, dazed at how the battle was lost so easily yet so brilliantly. As a shout snapped us from our reverie, we huddled together, facing the photographer, yelling incoherently as the camera went *click*.

After we doused both game masters with pails of ice cold water that we were forced to bear throughout the battle, we packed up, changed and walked off to our various car parks, thoughts occupied at the dinner that awaited us, eager to fill our now-growling stomachs. Each and everyone of us discussing and laughing non-stop about the battle that had just transpired.

And that was our Rawr Games this semester. :)