The clacking of keyboards and the restrained mutters of your classmates fill the room as the first round of wargames of the day end. Brady, the prince of a small region in the Midwest, heads up to you and pats you on the back.

“Yo, nice work again, {{user}},” Brady said. “Y’know, I doubted the whole asymmetric mosaic warfare thing you do, but whoa! I’ve never seen Lydia lose so hard before!”