Definition of Modern firearms: “any weapon (including a starter gun) which will or is designed to or may readily be converted to expel a projectile by the action of an explosive; the frame or receiver of any such weapon; any firearm muffler or firearm silencer; or any destructive device. Such term does not include an antique firearm.”
Weapons available: Anything you can see in a school, except any kind of firearms.
Choose your team, folks! Setting: School Campus.
Team 1: Cheerleaders (Number limit: 6)
Team 2: Geeks (Number limit: 6)
Team 3: Nerds (Number limit: 7)
Team 4: Sporties (Number limit: 4)
Team 5: Teachers (Number limit: 5)
No supernatural elements and heavy sci-fi elements.
Basic earthly physics works... if that's anything new.
Dragon is a size of a school bus, can breathe fire two times a day, can fly, and have sensitive hearing and eyesight.
It's a western dragon like the one in the lord of the rings.
Anything modernly lethal is a no.
It was a horrid day, that day in August. The sun was bright, the day was hot and the students were screaming, "Ahhhhh! I'm burning!!!" It was a typical summer day.
"Fire in the hole!!!" some student screamed as a plume of fire spread to the end of the hallway before disappearing.
Dumb kids. This is not a hole. This is a hall. Hall! H-A-L-L. Hall! Say it properly damnit! HALL!!!
"Teacher, help!" one of the girls clung to me as I stuck out my head to look at what was making the fire.
Did some delinquent play with the gas tap in the chemistry lab again? Fucking delinquents!
But as I stuck out my head, I saw the head of what appeared to be a huge lizard at the exit of the hallway. Scary! I never thought komodo lizards could grow that big.
"Teacher, it's a dragon!" one of the boys in class stated.
Yes, of course it's a dragon. Komodos can be considered living fossils after all.
"Teacher, it's eating some of the students!"
Well, that won't do at all. If my students are eaten, then who would I even teach? Heck, if there is no student, there is no school. If there is no school, I'll be out of job! Nooooo! Alright, let's do something about this matter!
"Kids, today we'll learn how to mix death by fire. Follow these instructions." I said as I brought out a bottle of iron rust, a bottle of aluminium dust, a bunch of small plastic bottles and strips of magnesium. Then I wrote the instructions on the black board.
1. Grind the iron rust.
2. Sift both iron rust and aluminium dust with a fine mesh.
3. Take 3 spoonful of aluminium and 9 spoonful of iron rust. Mix them together in the plastic bottles and stuff a tissue paper into the exit. Shake it like your life depends on it. Don't worry, it won't explode, yet. Unless you shake it with your thumb holding the opening, in which case, get out of my lab right now, moron!
4. Once the iron rust and aluminium powder has mixed well, cut the magnesium strip and jam it all the way into the mixture, then close it tight with tissue paper. Make sure it won't leak.
5. Make 2 for each group. Then coat the botttle in this thick tar.
Satisfied with their work, I told them to follow me to the rooftop. Together we held the bottles and looked for the dragon. Which just so delightfully resting beside the building while munching on a teacher.
Perfect!
So I told all the students to light the magnesium strips with the gas torch before dropping the bottles like a British firebombing. The dragon felt something on its back, but didn't realize what it was. So it took off in the air looking for the culprit. But before it could find us, the magnesium strip burned into the mixture, igniting it in a bright white-orange spark of brilliance! For a short moment, the back of dragon shone brilliantly like a miniature sun before the dragon fell to the ground, the mixture still burning through the dragon's flesh.
Thermite, never fight dragons without it.
