You wander around the eXtreme Slope for a while, taking in all of the eXtreme goings‐on. You ride a ski‐lift to the top of the tallest slope and come across a large group of teenagers milling around and chatting excitedly. One of them is standing off to the side with a snowboard under his arm, looking glum. You ask him what’s up.
“See that fraternity orc over there?” he says “He’s my bitter arch‐rival. Somehow, I got talked into entering a snowboarding contest against him, even though he’s the three‐year snowboarding champion, and I’ve never ridden one of these things before in my life. And if I lose, I’ll never win the heart of the girl I love.”
“Tough break,” you nod, sympathetically.
What you wanna do? Besides being a baller, shot caller, or brawler, that is.