You wake up the next morning to your tail hitting your face. Wait, a tail?! You sit bolt
upright and look at yourself. You're now an anthro wolf. You then remember the pill and
the Battle Royale. Funny, you hadn't even felt the changes. They had ripped off your shirt,
but your pants were still wearable because of the elastic waist. But whereas before they
were baggy, now they fit like spandex. Oh well. You pick up your AK-47 and put on your
ammunition belts in an "x" across your chest and back. Then you walk down to the mess
hall and look for Micheal, the German kid you met yesterday. You wanted to go over
some tactics with him before the battle began. But it was unescessary. He was already
looking for you. You see that his pill turned him into an anthro leopard. You both got some
breakfast, then sat down in a secluded corner to discuss your battle plans. "Well," you tell
Micheal,"I'm no good with hand combat, but I'm pretty good with a gun".
"Ich am der exact opposite," he replied,"Ich am good wit der sword, but am nein gut wit
der gun". You realize it's a good thing you took a year of German, otherwise, you wouldn't
understand a thing he was saying. You both decide that you will do most of the shooting
and he will do most of the swordsplay. While you were discussing tactics, an
announcement came over the loudspeakers. "Round one of Battle Royale will begin in 30
minutes," it was Ms. Gold,"Please report to you classes immediately!" Yours and Micheal's
class was Class IX. Ms. Gold starts assigning people to their fights. You and Micheal are
matched against none other than Ean, the jock from yesterday. He has become an anthro
tiger. He stares at you, then points a finger at you and then points it down.