Yesterday I hosted (read: forced everyone to attend) a fancy ball. After admiring everyone’s lovely formal attire, I set them loose in the huge labyrinth I built and watched them die to each other and the many traps hidden around the place. It was grand!
I was supposed to be dressed as the Beast (Ten was Belle), but I ended up looking more like Ridgedog. And acting like a slightly deranged Ridgedog. Did I say slightly deranged? I meant completely insane.