Libby the librarian skimmed her finger across a sea of bookcases, allowing the leather and hard covers to putter against her skin. In a moment of convergence, of all of the worlds knowledge in a single, peaceful library aisle, Libby thought to herself:

“I really wish fights to the death were legal.”

Her hand walks across the top of a book and push it towards her to reveal its title from the bookshelf. ‘My first love’ by Jenny Alborne.

“I want people to have the right to fight each other until the loser perishes.”

Libby… wtf?

“It would be a whole legal thing where the two fighters have to agree to the battle months before. They can opt out anytime before the day of the fight.”

Libby starts climbing the bookshelf. Wtf? Is she going mad?

“I wonder how that will impact American culture. Big stadiums designed just for primal fighting? God I hope so.”

Libby starts skipping along the bookshelves, hopping from AB-AT to AU-BE.

“I want to fight my arch nemesis. Von halthenburg. Oh how i hate his guts!”

Libby catches a chandelier and starts swinging from it like a freaking baboon type creature.

“Id kill him so quickly. He has weak knees.”

The chandelier snaps and crashes to the ground. Is libby dead? No one knows. The timeline stops there.