The time had come, the day was here. It’s a Monday, hot and humid, just like any other day. But this was no ordinary day, for this was the day we would inevitably break ground and begin excavation. The day was young, our spirits were high, and no one quite yet understood just what we’d be getting into, and even more important, not one of us was yet aware of the lore we’d quickly become entangled with. Of course, at the beginning of each week, the remnants of the last still loomed in the air. Despite it, we all marched from breakfast to the site with an unmatched fervor, and waited for our inevitable fate to be given to us at the hands of the Chefs. Esmé the Bold, Kyle the Jester, Erica the Diligent, and Sam the Noble. This was our unit and would be our fate for the next two weeks. We were assigned to the unit that resides to the east of the house, otherwise known as base camp. As we dug deeper into our unit, we dug deeper into the lore of the site. Chef always emphasizes the importance of storytelling, and storytelling we did. As we were uncovering human remains, we uncovered what everyone in our unit’s most awkward moment at college was. As we were uncovering an unexpected surface in the North quadrant of Locus 1, we uncovered the lore of how our unit we do in a hunger games scenario. As the week carried on with the fervor of a 1,000 horses trampling to a small bath, the site felt the intensity rise. Alliances were formed, alliances were broken. As new trade routes between units emerged, old ones were reclaimed by the plants of the Mediterranean. As we go into next week, I can only hope that as we excavate deeper into the unit, we excavate deeper into each other’s hearts.
