Once upon a time there was a state legislature that came to the conclusion that children needed to find a way to not burn to death in their underfunded death traps that are public schools. So it was decided that these students were to walk in single file lines away from their impending dooms onto a field of dry grass and stay completely and utterly silent as their teachers did a body count (fun fact, they round up). However, at West Shore, every student has come up with an alternate plan to this, a collective mutiny in a sense, where they use the ensuing chaos to their own advantage, creating contingencies for situations where the classes they want to burn, in fact do not. For example:
- If Ms. Aune's class isn't on fire, I swear to God i'm getting some tree branches, lighting them on fire and tossing them in.