“So, uh…what were we talking about while we were waiting for the trap?” the woman in black asked.
The girl in pink responded, “It was some kind of squid tournament, right? You always forget what you’re talking about when you’re the one who brought it up in the first place, Pito.”
Under the eerie, rolling sky, the two women slung their guns over their shoulders and strolled through the desert. It was almost like watching a mother and daughter going on a walk, if one ignored the deadly environment and guns.
“Oh, right, right. I remember that you admitted you had multiple older brothers and that you’re in college now.”
“Okay, so forget all that stuff and tell me more about these squids,” the girl said, her boots compressing the desert sand.
“I said squad, not squid. Do you know the difference? Are you a STEM student? What’s your major?”
“Huh? I’m a… I’m not telling you.”
“Oh, you didn’t fall for it this time. You’re learning! I’m so proud of you.”
“So anyway, what’s this about squads?”
“It’s referring to the military definition, of course. You know, companies, platoons, battalions? The squad is the smallest grouping of soldiers, usually around ten.”
“Hmm… And what’s the jam for?”
“It’s not for your toast—it’s more in the sense of like a traffic jam. To jam stuff together.”
“Yeah, I know. Same definition as when your gun doesn’t work because the cartridge or bullet gets stuck. It jams, right?”
“Exactly. Ooh, I should have thought of that one first.”
“So…it’s a ‘big mess of squads’?”
“Indeed. Or in other words…”
“In other words?”
“The Squad Jam is a Gun Gale Online tournament where a bunch of squads get together and have a battle royale to determine who’s the best.”