[itp: idiots and barriers.]

[rideseveryone]

*How is your day today? Peaceful? By camp standards, anyway? Well, not anymore. From somewhere, a loud voice, sounding suspiciously like the King of Fighters announcer, gives a cry of 'FINAL ATTACK RIDE - D-D-D-DECADE'. Immediately following, a line of person-sized golden cards line up from one end of Camp to the other. Seconds later, a pink blur shoots through them, each card giving him greater speed. There is a tremendous explosion as he strikes the barrier.

And then, in what should be a surprise to no one, the pink man is soon in a large, smoking crater somewhere towards the middle of Camp.*

(( Sleep! Will pick up in the morning. Back! ))