Bike Wars!!!

At the WOLBI campus an out break of bike wars has begun. Chaos and mutilation have come about to everyones bikes. No one is safe. The all out brutal war has begun. First it started as a simple kick of the bike knocking it on the ground from under its kickstand. However fatalities have now arisen with all out destruction on the land. How has it elevated to this level, who is doing this kind of thing, and does the administration know about this? All this questions and more will be answered if you continue to read...
2009 Oct 30th Dale and Owen Threw Kyle Paradises bike into a pine tree, later that night at 9:03, Dale's bike was found in the same location. As I removed my bike from the tree from the lame uncreative retaliation, things began to progression. Later on in the week, Owen and I put Kyle's bike up into a tree next to Council Hall. Everyone could see it as they walked into class. It was up there for about a week as Kyle dealt punishment on his victims. In reply we put Gun-Joo's bike on top of his bike in the tree. Many more bike kicking and throwing went on the next few weeks.
As the fun progressed to pain and hate, almost undoubtedly every time you took a step outside you would have to search for you bike, and untangle it from a tree of other bikes. The war raged on threw the cold frosted mornings. Bikes being found  frozen in Schroon Lake, you never know if you would find a bike hidden under your clothes in the dryer, or if you would have to climb to the top of buildings risking electrocution from power lines and the fatal fall to your death to recover what you use to know and love as a thing of peace and connection between friends, riding your bike around the city block, with the wind blowing in your face, laughing and playing, singing songs with the other neighbor hood kid, is all now long forgotten as the battle rages on. Alliances being made and broken, the chaos continues. Now across the campus as I look out my window all I can see is fire and smoke, people screaming, laying on the ground with a sprocket wedged into their stomach, the sound of crushing metal in the garbage disposal screeches through the dinning hall, cars driving furiously crashing into the bike racks mutilating the metal of unrecognizable bikes, tires are flying every where, people are forming gangs, bike protection fees being paid to the mafia, and in all the noise and fear students sit quietly in study hours waiting for 9:00 to strike so they can reap havoc on poor souls.
Is this the WOLBI campus you once knew? What has come to our school? Who is going to stop this? Can anyone feel safe anymore? As of right now, my bike is off-campus, thrown somewhere they I don't know with my front tire slashed. I have made an alliance as of today, by one of the most feared Bike Warriors. He is going to bring me to the location of my bike, and I am going to restore his bike, and now two of the greatest forces have joined together against the rest! Let the Bike Wars Begin!...