Field trips were available for up to five points of credit, but no more.
"I have fsss-ought Jingleberry, Hellma, Medea, Red, the Doctor." Not to mention robots, various hunters, the elements. He'd even participated in sporting events. Multiple ones. Obstacle courses, paintball, the trials. Not that he would mention those. He felt ashamed that he had even done all that in the first place. And for what! "But I am defissssssient in physssical education requirementssss!"
Barth's fury was rare, but it was in full form today. He spat out each lisp. Gym courses. That's what stood in the way of leaving these halls. They might as well have just stamped the word discriminatory policies on his paper in bright red.
There was nothing, nothing he hated more than gym.
He would rather fill out ten reams worth of forms. He was so angry he hadn't noticed the fog curling around their ankles.
The situation was abysmal.
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ALL DAMAGE DONE BACKFIRES ON THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES (ie if you do 6 damage to the opponent, you take 6 damage). All your log seems to take second place as a voice calls to you, vague, agitating. It pressures you to attack relentlessly, brashly, without caring about your own wounds or damage done to your allies.