Ostensibly the war was to begin with a hot dog-eating competition.
The Toyshop Collective approaches. I started to get scared right around now.
The competition commenced. The air was still. Everyone seemed hungry.
We may never know who threw the first bag of relish, but war broke out immediately. Your loyal embed was hit, I can tell you that much, and soon I had mustard streaming down my legs, as well. If it weren't for the fact that I had the good sense to wear flip-flops, I would have ruined a perfectly good pair of shoes. I ran laughing like a fucking idiot out of the center of fire.
These kids were out of hand. It's as if they were waiting for a giant food fight their entire lives.
Someone set off some fireworks. I looked around me and everyone was smiling. War can be glorious.
Some folks were using hot sauce, I heard. That's pretty vicious but no one seemed to mind too much.
The air smelled like a "special sauce" factory had exploded. It made you gag occasionally.