#handler notes

Note from The Handler: Hello Quiverwood High community, sorry for the sudden and unannounced hiatus from posting—I was caught in a turf war over the blog with the administration due to some issues they had with what I posted during the Lockout, but everything has been sorted out now and I am glad to be back! I am thankful to the administration for the generous opportunity to redeem myself!

Note from The Handler: The sun has risen over the Orchard of Willows completely. The Lockout has ended. Please report back to your tier leaders for further instructions. This will be the last update for the remainder of the day. I pray that you all succeeded.

Note from The Handler: There is so much screaming I can barely hear the hum of the music from the loudspeakers. I have sweated off my entire layer of protection sigils and have not come across a single non-shadow person since my last post. The final hour is always the most gruesome fun.

Note from The Handler: four hours into the lockout and I could have sworn I saw multiple silhouettes watching the carnage from the windows of the deans' building. The details of said silhouettes were obscured by curtains but I thought I saw them shaking with laughter before the lighting in each of the rooms went out and I could no longer make out the building amidst the sheet of darkness. I didn't have much time to think about what I saw before I had to start running and flapping my arms up and down to escape a moth-scorpion hybrid. It very well may have been a trick of the light. On another note, by my calculations the lockout should be coming to an end within the next hour.

Note from The Handler: some students obviously did not heed my warning to avoid donning anything pink and thus are now being chased by reanimated bird corpses across the road that leads to the main entrance (for now). Avoid this area, remove all pink clothing and accessories. The air that surrounds lockout hours is completely different than that of a regular school day, please take all precautions to ensure survival having the upmost fun!

Note from The Handler: two hours into the lockout and something jumped out at me from the tree line. Sharp teeth, green talons, blue-toned skin. It seemed to be provoked by my breathing pattern. I have minor injuries but nothing a few bandaids lended to me from a disheveled Health Tier can’t fix. I’ve noticed a few people sitting uncovered in open fields, please be sure to continuously move when out in the open—lest you be absorbed into the earth.