For many reasons - none of which, I must emphasize, is the way the residents of Snell-Hitchcock smell - I have decided to scav with the Grad/Alumni team. Dearly as I will miss my brothers and sisters in arms at Snitchcock, it is time to move on, into the future, which is obviously the Grad/Alumni team.

It's time to break the game theory stalemate. Don't say "I'll do it if my friends do it" - just do it, and then convince your friends to come. Join the Facebook group, message Sam Friedman and let him know you'll be there (and if you want to be an officer).

The clock is ticking, ladies and gentlemen. We have a scant 100 days to mobilize the greatest army Scav has ever known - and I do mean that. The group has 77 members right now, the most experience, the scavviest scavvers. Our goal is not to make an impression, or to beat Pierce, it is simply this: Victory.

Oh, and Rockin' Good Times. Victory and Rockin' Good Times.

Yes, we have logistics to work out. Where will be build shit? Where will we sleep? Are the squirrels going to eat us if we camp out on the quads? These will be dealt with. The order of the day now is to stand up and be counted.

Scav be with you. And to my fellow scavvers from Snitchcock to Max, from FIST to... all those other ones, I must recall the words of Lincoln: "We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection[, even if we are so going to kick your asses]."