Toy Story 3

It was a beautiful spring day in Provo. People were enjoying the outdoors everywhere you went. The park was completely packed with frisbee, football, baseball, slack-lining, little kids on training wheels, couples walking around, people studying, and who knows what else. On campus, it looked as if there was a mass fire drill on all the buildings because of so many people outside. There were people literally every five feet along the grass. If you wanted to get a bench, forget it—you'd have to get there at 6:30 in the morning and hold the spot all day. People sat there studying, talking on the phone, chatting with others, eating, showing off their juggling skills, and sleeping. It was a great day indeed.

A large shadow passed over campus. It was probably another cloud passing in front of the sun. But when people looked up, to their surprise, they saw a huge blimp. Weird. It wasn't a happy yay-let's-throw-free-coupons-to-hair-salon-places blimp. It was a threatening blimp. Kinda like Hamm from Toy Story 3. That kind of threatening blimp. It paused right over campus and it everyone was watching it. After a moment, over a large speaker came a voice,

"HAHAHA! Hello, my little BYU friends! Enjoying the weather?"

What seemed like every student on campus was looking up at the blimp, wondering what the heck was going on. It was a threatening scene, but not a very threatening voice. Christina continued over the speakers,

"I am pleased to announce the beginning of my reign over BYU," she thundered, "for I have taken over!"

She expected more of a reaction from the people. Like running around in circles and screaming. That's what they do in movies, right? Instead, people were just standing there, looking up at the blimp. A lot of people had their phones out, recording it.

"Are you serious, do I—*sigh*—I have to explain it for you all. Geez." Her plan wasn't going quite as triumphantly as she expected. "I'm the cult leader, okay? I've been gathering followers for some time now and we finally have the numbers to take over."

"So what?" someone called out.

"So wha—are you serious?" Christina was getting impatient. "Whaddya mean 'so what'? I'm taking over!" As she said this, there was a huge dawn of comprehension that hit the general population.

"Are you going to change the waitlist deal on MyMap now?" someone called out.

"Can you extend the 2 mile radius?"

"But I didn't vote for you…"

"What the heck are you—" Christina was just confused now. "Oh wait—wait! I'm not the BYUSA president! You guys are—this is ridiculous. I'm leaving. Who wants to reign over such a lame group anyway? I'm going over to UVU."

The blimp slowly turned around and headed in the direction of the highway and the shadow left with it. The sun came back, bringing with it a light breeze. The chitter-chatter of people started up again and people continued along their merry way. Just another day in the werewolf world of BYU.

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The End! Congratulations to the Cult! With the Kylie getting voted off last night, the cult now stands at six members out of the nine remaining players, giving it the winning ratio. Thanks to everyone for playing. I'll post the master spreadsheet sometime so you can all see what's going on. Have a great week!

Joey