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It took me until senior year to participate in one of Swarthmore’s finest traditions. Last night, with about 300 fellow Swatties, I ran around the Science Center quad hitting people, monsters, and ogres with a foam sword. My battle group gave up before earning my Pterodactyl Hunting License, so I didn’t get the chance to fight one of the three venom-spitting reptilian beasts, but it was fun nonetheless. The Gazette has a few more pictures.