Day of Reckoning the Two Hundred and Seventieth
The Reckoning ain't kindergarten, kids. Time was your teacher would proclaim that "everyone's a winner," but you're in the real world now and it's red in tooth and claw. Competition demands chaff for the threshing. Or grist for the mill. Whichever horticultural adage you prefer. You've got until midnight before these designs are beaten to ploughshares: