Approaching the bottom of the second years can only mean one thing: feeding time for the reserve list. It had the appetiser of Dragos but now the main course: 9 helpless balloters who will have no choice to be devoured by this cruel, harsh mistress. Picture the sarlacc pit in star wars or that plant in little shop of horrors. Hope remains though, as now you must hope for people to fail to get firsts so you can nab those prize rooms. This is what the ballot does, turns freinds against friends and you into an arse.
God damn I love this shit.
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