I just went down the hall to go to the bathroom.

Along the way, one of my neighbors crossed in front of me, shirtless, walking up to an open room with a spray bottle of Fabreze held arm over arm like a pistol-wielding marksman, very SWAT style. He turned suddenly out of cover and starts spraying wildly before quickly retreating, chased close behind by another neighbor holding a skateboard like a riot shield and a Fabreze spritzer of his own in his free hand. They chased each other off, trading shots, down the hall.

On my way out of the bathroom, I was almost caught in an ambush by the first guy who seemed almost surprised to see a civilian. I asked what all this was about. He just shouted "It's a battle!" and slunk off down the hall again, taking note of all tactical locations.

Our hall now smells like fresh spring breeze. c:

Just thought I'd share some of the fun times of life in a collage dormitory with you all. It's moments like these that make me prefer being packed into these little rooms with a group bathroom over student apartments.