6th
My friend was convinced we should stake out a position inside the fountain (frozen over). Organizers had alluded to a northern and southern faction, but I couldn’t convince her how vulnerable we’d be in what would obviously be a freeforall before the horn went off ten minutes ahead of schedule. Mayhem ensued (as in the video).
After a while, the fountain just got too brutal so we withdraw to the inner bench line, which had the nonpacked fresh snow for “friendly” ammo. But once you’re no longer in the thick of the ice fight, you realize the pattern.
The center was the target of barbarian invasions. People on the outskirts looked on, lobbing indiscriminate snow balls. People from the inner benches gather into ad hoc sorties and charged the fountain in disorganized waves. The center antagonizes anyone not in the center.
If your party penetrated the fountain, you became indistuishable, frigidly friendless, and eventually replaced by another generation.
And it just went on and on like a metaphor for the futility of war.
