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fandomhigh2010-09-13 08:59 am
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Macro-Tactics, Monday
"Today, we're back to a little hands-on work," Kerrigan said. The Danger Shop had been set up as... a hallway with four identical doors, this time. "I want you to form up as pairs. One of you takes a black box, the other a white," and she waved two small, also identical boxes around. "Pressing the right side will put down a pawn. That's your footsoldiers. Pressing the left puts down a tower-- archers, riflemen, snipers, whatever you want to call it."
She tossed one of the two to the first student she laid her eyes on.
"Behind these doors are four different kinds of terrain. You will pick a door without knowing which. You will then both walk into opposite directions for five minutes, while assessing your environment. Then you will deploy your 'troops'."
Her lips widened in a not entirely genuine smile.
"The computer will determine which one of you would 'win' by most fortuitous troop placement alone," she said, "Though it's not going to tell you. I want you to come back out, fire up one of the computers over there, and look over what you did in birds' eye-- figure out what you did, what your opponent did, and how fucked you are. Now, go."
She tossed one of the two to the first student she laid her eyes on.
"Behind these doors are four different kinds of terrain. You will pick a door without knowing which. You will then both walk into opposite directions for five minutes, while assessing your environment. Then you will deploy your 'troops'."
Her lips widened in a not entirely genuine smile.
"The computer will determine which one of you would 'win' by most fortuitous troop placement alone," she said, "Though it's not going to tell you. I want you to come back out, fire up one of the computers over there, and look over what you did in birds' eye-- figure out what you did, what your opponent did, and how fucked you are. Now, go."
Re: Listen to the Instructions
Honestly, Karla. THAT WAS NOT A KITTEH!
Re: Listen to the Instructions
Karla's response wasn't written. She just glance backwards and looked at Emma, hurt.
Re: Listen to the Instructions
Re: Listen to the Instructions