Determination.

Persistence.

Hope.

It seemed that most of the students of Amityville (with the notable exception of the plague doctor, thanks Mal!) were suddenly more concerned with saving the school than they were about being angered at its impending closure. It was disappointing, but not surprising. Overall, it had always seemed the creatures here were a chipper bunch. Even through times of adversity, even over the past few weeks when they had been given nothing to be cheerful about, the halls were packed with happy faces. Were they all naive? Perhaps. Delusional? Probably.

Whatever. Now was the time to keep this torture den open another year. He was not going back to Wailington.

West approached the FEAR meter, rolling up his sleeves and casting an irritated glance at the boogeymen gathered nearby. Ever since he had become a Knob, the demon had spent almost an obsessive amount of time fighting in the gym, but his focus had never really been on improving his FEAR. Maybe it should have been. He knew he couldn't call on that thing he'd always had, not if he was going to calmly and rationally represent the school. It didn't take any great amount of self awareness to realize that particular ability made him crazy in more ways than one. That left the punch. It was wonderfully effective when it worked, but when it failed to... yeah, that sucked.

"'Kay," he muttered to no one in particular. West brought his right hand in close to his chest as it began to glow, then pulled it back and made a punching motion toward the little scale. Hm. That was new. He didn't even have to get close this ti--

Whatever epiphany he had been about to come to was interrupted by his own backfiring FEAR. Well, hopefully at least some of the other students hadn't sucked as hard as he had.

(( Gambler's Chance Year 1 mechanics FAIL! ))