Pumakam

Time spanned endlessly, as blissful and lazy as the sparkling sea, and as the days passed one by one, so too did the last of the starters. Naturally, our newest members shared plenty of stories about those harrowing, final days in the Starter Resort, where they’d been subjected to ever-increasing pressure to burst their pigskins. The orcs mocked them mercilessly for their every shortcoming and failure, and as more starters burst and left, the remainder were hounded by more and more raving orcs. But for all the torments the remaining starters endured, none was worse than when the tormenting suddenly stopped. All the yelling and rushing-about was replaced with soft words and sinister smiles. It seemed to the last few starters that the orcs had given-up on them, and it felt worse than any harsh words ever could. There were only seven starters left when they were all herded into the nearly-empty glass chow hall for the strangest development yet. The orcs lined themselves up