ARMADILLO WAR: FINEST HOUR
The dorm was attacked by an army, no, 5 armies of mutant armadillos. They took all of my ramen. The war was on. No one takes my ramen, Especially not rolly little rats like armadillos. I learned that their weakness lay in an inability to dodge trains. So through a host of brilliant military decisions on par with stonewalls valley campaign, (the details of which I will not bore you with) I led 4 and a half of their mutant rolling armadillo armies in front of the five o’clock to Boston. The rest of their fifth horde my comrades and I took out with a combination of small firearms and hand-to-hand combat techniques. Sadly all the ramen was forever lost. We will always remember its brave sacrifice.