 No Touchy! ♥ demented_teacher
"I'm doing wonderful on this fine day," Vindictus beamed and looked at the students who were there. "I guess we'll get started." He cleared his throat and began to recite:
The players assembled, twelve fine, hearty men,
They strapped on their cauldrons, stood poised to fly,
At the sound of the horn they were swiftly airborne
But ten of their number were fated to die.
"Can anyone tell me which game this verse refers to?"
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