An Arab man that was always angry awoke as the sunshine splashed over his walls. He groggily rolled over and looked at the clock. It was already 8 AM. He let out a long string of expletives even though he had gotten to sleep in 3 hours later than usual. He rolled off the bed and grabbed his recurve bow and quiver full of arrows and walked down to the market center to take part in the ‘Flash Archery Fight’. New York had flash mobs, Jerusalem had flash battles. No big deal. He stood by the fruit stand for 12 minutes before looking at his Hello Kitty wristwatch and realized the battle should be starting in 15 seconds. He looked about and seen his competitors. He dove behind the fruit stand and notched an arrow to his bowstring and fired one off catching a man resembling Shaggy from Scooby-Doo in the throat, spurting blood onto another combatant’s face. He ran out, jumped off and stabbed the bloodied man in the face with the same arrow that felled his first opponent. He ran up the nearby wall and stabbed a man with a bow in the heart with his knife after realizing it was a bow salesperson. He dismissed the mistake and dropped two more opponents. Now it was only him and one other woman. He saw her dash out from cover and then shot two arrows at once, one slicing through and out the other side of her breasts and one hitting home in the femoral artery. When he was sure he was victorious for the 11th straight flash battle in a row, he turned and fled before the military showed up again. He didn’t fancy escaping the army prison for a fifth time.

                On his route away from the scene he threw his weaponry in the air and a Golden Eagle flew by and caught them in his talons. He took an unexpected left turn when he saw a platoon of soldiers rushing down the alley. He dodged into a Teddy Bear factory, where he saw a heavily armored Giraffe sharpening a sword on a grindstone. He just kept running and flashed a picture of this moment with his new Apple iPhone. He dove out the 3rd story window into his home where they sold illegal goods. The westerners called this “The Black Market” he called it his home and livelihood. They sold anything really, from prostitutes, to babies of any kind, drugs of all sorts, playing cards, heavy weaponry and armory all the way down to exotic fruit. When he landed in the middle of the market there were immediately 500 guns trained on him. But they all soon realized it was the son of the owner.