Round 2, Night 1
I was sitting down with the meager food I had managed to scrounge when someone, apparently part of our group, charged through the bushes, drunkenly shouting "I am Sir Flambardaman Quinterimopolis!" -- or something similarly nonsensical -- "Be awed at my power!" And then he urinated on a squirrel.
We were first instructed to come up with a team name, a seemingly innocuous and easy task, and everyone had many ideas. We tried to put the issue to a vote, but we made the mistake of giving the vote counting responsibilities to Vivi. Instead of just reading out the numbers, he insisted on yelling and insulting every vote that was cast until the voting process was in shambles. We tried mildly suggesting that a detailed reasoning was not really required to settle such a trivial matter, but he refused to listen.
I am surrounded by fools.
