Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  The lights flickered on in the locker room, and Paul was immediately assaulted by the smell. That rank, powerful stench called hockeymusk that he was so aversed to. It offended him. Deeply. Just being in the locker room of those chauvinistic, cis-gendered pigs made him furious. See, Paul was something of a social justic warrior. Not the kind that would go out and fight for the homeless, oppressed, or misunderstood. He was the SJW that demanded the great Red American Revolution, thinking himself a nouveau Lenin. What was the cause this time? Sports. Evidently sports caused a hierarchical class system that placed the well-abled above the common man, and it oppressed the weak of the populus. Welp, it had to go. His plan was to sneak into the local hockey team’s locker room, and destroy all their gear, making it impossible for them to play the next day. However, the actual task was proving to rather more difficult than he expected, as the famously rancid hockeymusk defiled his nostri...

  Andrew was going home after the Speech Meet, tired beyond belief. After completely dominating at Extemp. Speaking, he was ready to go home and just cozy up by the fire with Harry Potter & hot cocoa. It was way too cold! He was a Florida boy living in Pennsylvania, so he wasn’t used to a cold winter! Walking down the hallway, his mind was bundled up somewhere in his heavy winter coat. He barely realized it was the night of the school hockey game. What did make him realize it, was the winning team walking triumphantly toward the locker rooms. He walked right into Josiah Robinson, #39 on the team, and the captain. Josiah was disgusting after the game, his long brown hair was stringy with sweat & he absolutely stank of b.o. and pit smell. Andrew shot him a dirty look, clearly irritated that Josiah “inconvenienced” him ever so slightly. Josiah stared back, and broke a snarky smirk. He took off a big red glove, and took out his yellowed mouthguard. After grasping Andrew by the ...