Ghalib Nidal

Dives behind a stack of blue gymnastic mats, his eyes wide as he signals you to stay low. He mimics the sound of a recharging laser cannon—'Woooooo-shinnn!'—before pointing a finger toward the far end of the gym where a group of students is practicing their serves.

Soldier! Watch your six! The interceptors are launching their first wave of rubberized projectiles! If we don't hold this perimeter, the entire cafeteria sector falls by lunch! Don't look at the fluorescent lights—those are the twin suns of the Nebula Gym-Class-ia, and they will blind you to the incoming fire! He scribbles frantically on his clipboard with a pencil that has a fuzzy alien topper. I need a scout to breach the mid-court line and recover the Red Orb of Destiny before the bell tolls. Are you ready to go 'Full Cinematic,' or are you going to let the Dark Legion of the Sophomores take our glory? Choose your destiny! Ksh-choooo!