9 The University Orientation

Jogging through the streets, Ryker was hurrying as fast as he could to his orientation. Not out of a fear of being late, as he would make it even if he walked, but out of fear of some kind of impossible situation being thrown onto him.

"It's pretty annoying running while carrying this bag" thought Ryker.

He was running with a bag of bread that he had bought from a random person carrying it on the street, giving him three times the amount that the individual had originally purchased it for.

"Think of it not as bread but as lives, like in a video game. These delicious crunchy and buttery treats could be all that stands between me and the homeless."

Eventually he made it to his destination, directly at the front walkway into the institution of higher education.

"THE UNIVERSITY" was what Ryker read from a large plaque in the ground made up of white letters reminiscent of a certain countries main movie production hub.

"Huh, so that is why I never heard of a specific name for the university. It was always just 'The University'. That is literally just the name, how creative? Is it creative because its outside of expectations or uncreative because of how low effort it is. I am probably the only one in the entire town that notices the peculiarity though, who cares."

Pushing aside pointless thoughts, Ryker threw the now completely empty bag of bread into the trash all the while making a mental note to carry more bread next time.

He then reached into his backpack and pulled out the directions to the orientation, which was a large and complicated map showing the route he was to take.

"Dang, what a large university. Makes sense I suppose if I really think about it, as this is the only one of its kind besides the community college, but even that is just used as a path to attend The University for a cheaper price" thought Ryker.

His current task was now not pondering about the scope and scale of the University but to find a bus stop.

Wandering aimlessly for awhile, he finally found one that took the route he required. He queued up behind a few others who were waiting, a bunch of studious looking individuals all wearing black rimmed glasses.

Whistling to himself as he waited, Ryker was lost in his thoughts until the one who was lined up in front of him turned around and spoke to him.

"You look pretty nerdy...good you are one of us. Quickly prepare yourself soldier, the enemy is fast approaching. These dogs think they own the place because of their superior physical attributes, heh, they have another thing coming" said the smartly dressed man in front of Ryker, pushing up his glasses as he spoke.

"Agh my eyes, what a coincidence for the sun to glare off his glasses the moment he pushed it up."

"What enemy?" asked Ryker.

"Shh, they are coming. MEN! PREPARE YOURSELVES" yelled the man.

"ORRAAAAAAAA ORRAA ORAAAA" yelled the people behind him as they all took various martial arts stances.

It was then that Ryker saw it... a small black horde on the horizon slowly becoming bigger and bigger with each passing second. When he could finally see the distinct details of what was approaching, he finally understood what they were up against.

Jerseys and sweat pants, short hair and Afros, as well as a variety of running shoes and sports bags...it was the university students who belonged to the athletic departments.

These extremely fit individuals were now barreling towards the self described nerds, intent on running them down using their weight advantage.

"Fools, we are the studious of The University! Once we are defeated we analyze and learn that which did us in, allowing us to resist all similar attacks in the future with perfect efficiency" said the student who was in front of Ryker at the start of this sudden showdown.

From the bushes that surrounded the walkway, two nerds were hiding. Each was holding one end of a long rope which they quickly pulled upwards and tied it to two light poles that were nearby.

"Now what will you do muscle brained bastards!" Cried the nerds in unison.

Yet what these nerds did not expect was that all the physically superior students would also have extremely heightened reflexes, allowing them to all do a triple back flip over the rope and land on the ground safe and sound.

Though their charge was stopped in the end, they were completely unharmed.

"Damn it...those masterfully crafted bodies they have come with such a feature too!? It seems we will have to settle this the old fashioned way. LETS GO NERDS, FOLLOW ME INTO GLORIOUS MELEE COMBAT!" screamed the head nerd, who charged into battle followed by a swarm of his compatriots.

"ORAA OROAOROOAORAORO ORAA" was all that could be heard from one side, while the other was eerily silent as they focused their entire being into their muscles.

All the students were now in a brawl, one side making use of various martial arts such as taekwondo, karate, and jujitsu while the other simply made use of their impressive muscles to absorb the hits and break through with brute force.

The fighting was even overall, so much so that the two sides were tiring from exhaustion before a conclusion was reached. Noticing this the two sides separated from their fierce brawl, breaking into two separate camps.

"HEAR ME, BRUTES: ELECT A CHAMPION AND WE SHALL DO THE SAME. WHOEVER WINS SHALL GET THE BEST SEATS ON THE BUS!" yelled the nerd leader.

"All of this was for priority seats?!?" thought a certain someone.

From out of the crowd of muscular meat bags came an individual that could only be described by the term "Hercules".

"I bet if I hit him with a bat the bat would shatter into pieces, goodness gracious he is buff" thought the same certain someone.

Meanwhile the nerds were deliberating who to send out, none of them wanting to fight the peak human specimen that just presented himself.

This continued until all of them stopped talking simultaneously, turning around with the sun glaring off all their glasses at the exact same time...to face Ryker.

"Oh hell no, these people are insane if they think I will fight that. I'd rather take my chances trying to karate chop the ground in half."

Completely ignorant of his internal monologue, the head nerd broke away from his comrades and approached Ryker. His face was the epitome of seriousness, appearing that he was about to deliver a death sentence instead of asking for a champion. Well, in this case perhaps the two were one and the same.

"Comrade, we have only known each other a short time but I know that within you burns the fires of nerdindom. Your people need you, their souls cry out for a hero...for someone to save them from their deaths as they are subjected to oppression and slaughter by our enemy. Think of the children comrade, think of all the crying and screaming children that these scum have no doubt stepped on to get where they are today...fight not for just us today but for them as well!" said the nerd leader, even crying towards the end of his passionate speech.

Amidst the applause from all the other nerds, as they yelled various praises and encouragements, Ryker stood there with a completely neutral face.

"I think I can find another bus...I am just going to turn around and walk away now" thought Ryker as he.

As he...

As he opened his mouth and said,

"I accept, I will shoulder the burden of all nerd kind and win this battle for you...and the children."

....

"SCREW IT ALL!!!"