I must have fallen down, because the next thing I know, I'm on the ground waking up. My knee hurt, but no time for that now. I have a tournament to win.
I kept walking (and thinking about Nazz) when I tripped over something.
It was a sword, exactly like one of those Persian ones Eddy showed me once.
Eddy. Sneaking up on people.
I started running for no reason, carrying the sword, and I heard footsteps behind me. Knowing perfectly well I could outrun Eddy, I started running faster.
I eventually came to a mountain (not a mountain, just a really tall hill), and I started climbing up it.
It was night again when I got to the very top. The view I had here, I could see anybody coming from a mile off, as if they were little ants.
I looked at my sword. I got out my lucky Swiss army knife (which I had forgotten about until just now; don't judge me, I was in a high state of pressure) and carved my name into the side of it.
EDDWARD.
I looked up, as the stats had begun.
There was now a strategy under me: Sword-play and knife-play. They have cameras all over the place, so they must have seen me.
Ed: Hand-to-Hand combat. Nice job Ed.
Eddy's was the same. Jonny was N/A still. Rolf was still the slaughterhouse. Kevin was also hand-to-hand combat.
I was shocked when I saw Jimmy's: lobotomy. For those who don't know lobotomy is this awful treatment they had a while ago where they cut out a part of your brain and leave you brain-dead. I shudder.
Nazz must have also found a sword, because it says sword-play and knife-play under hers too: I must confess, I'm the guilty one here: I gave her a knife a couple of days before this started.
Everyone else's was still the same. Brief thought of who was lobotomized, and I got to sleep.