3. The swarm of Knights multiplied out of the vague purple, which fell into place with The Tooth. The two schools spoke no words, but exchange of energies screamed whispers. At a half-moment, The Knights went straight toward wounded foods that speckled the area. Hunger was what they had on their brains. The glass haircuts laying around them awaited new hairstyles.

4. Rules and Die looked on, and needed to say nothing to each other. They were overwhelmed with prophecy and synchronicity’s blessings. They knew opposition and conflict had just come by jungle. Creativity and beauty was next by way of digestion.

5. In the afterlife of eating, The Knights and The Purple Tooth felt comfortable with interaction and were ready to trade sands with the aliens that had watched them eat breakfast.

6. The two tribes faced each other toe to toe. Rules, Die and The Grasswarriors on one side, The Purple Tooth and The Knights on the other. The groups began violently flashing walls of intricate patterns and colors of the others at each other. The beginnings of battle looked much like peacocks showing off.

7. These patterns represented the blood, icons, morals, and journeys of each group’s existence thus far. The patterns themselves were like an unfriendly handshake and would leave a sore spot on the average brain. The color’s intensity was so bright, everything was black.

8. Two-and-a-half Knights and two-and-a-half Grasswarriors did not last the exchange. They saw things in themselves they could not bear to see. The bones in their bodies showed them they would only ruin the outcome of raw beauty of the rest of the builders.

9. The two-and-a-half and two-and-a-half had seen a perfect five with no opposition or conflict. This defeated the purpose of differences within the pattern battle. So the fives sacrificed themselves. They butted heads like rams in mating season over and over, smashing themselves into trillions of dust particles and microscopic matter.

10. The half-and-a-half had a balance issue and could not correctly smash half-heads. This handicap was easily made up for: they donated their half-selves to the jungle as an eternal fixture. A permanent statue in halves now joined as one perfect make-up. Nature’s example of The Curse of Normality.

11. None of the remaining Knights or Warriors had even noticed the sacrifice or realized the dust of their compadres in their nostrils. Patterns were becoming much more dense and could make competitors lost and found.

12. Walls of patterns flailed with visions and image disappearing into image; a false dawn in the flesh and for the first time. Skeletons and blueprints of non-existing genres hovered between the walls. The stray bones and phantom infrastructures kissed each individual a half-days straight.