Disputes amongst the tribes were always settled over a brutal game of curling. The losers of the match were eliminated and the winners acquired their souls. Our respected leaders agreed that we should meet at the ice sheet behind the old abandoned factory. We drove through a disheartening snow storm the previous night to arrive on time for the game. If a tribe refused the game or didn’t show up, war was declared on the opposing tribe. Tensions escalated and the game unfolded while multiple conflicts transpired. The feeling of pandemonium was quickly descending upon us.
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