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I know it's been a while, ladies and gentlemen, but please don't tell me anyone thought I was gone for good. I'm too crafty for that, fam. I'm back and ready to rumble again after that sad attempt at breaking up our last party. Project: Ascension has really got a hard-on for ruining a good time, eh?

If you don't know me, my name is Will. I threw a little shindig known as Fight Club back in February and I'm planning on doing it again. If you have the powers, the skills, and the will (get it?) to kick some ass, bring your A Game and take a chance at winning some prize money. If you don't, come anyway and lay down some bets or support your own champion for the night.

This is the drill: Saturday. The exact time and place is TBD, but if you tell me you're interested, I'll make sure you get the when and the where. It'll only be an hour before the gig starts and it's subject to change if I hear any bad news about a rat, so if you keep your mouth shut, it'll all be golden.

[ISAAC]

I heard about what happened with the hospital. My condolences to you and whoever you knew there, man. You wanna come this time and teleport people to the Greenwich Clinic, instead?

So this might seem out there, but bear with me. I've been thinking a lot about atavists and our powers, and how all us relatively normal citizens who don't do busywork for The Man don't get much of a chance to see what we're all capable of. It's kind of bullshit, right?

So I thought I'd put together an evening of fun. A chance to find out which atavists are the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, the most badass. A chance to face off against each other and really give it our all, without some instructor holding our hand. Maybe make a quick buck for you, too. I'm thinking Friday night. Now, I don't exactly think it would be fair to invite the feds, so if you're interested in coming or participating, speak up and I'll get the location to you an hour before shit starts.