The morning was billed as a convergence and Q School to be held at the Epicenter. YHC knew the crown may be slim with the Dauntless crowd hitting a 10-miler in preparation for the Kiawah Marathon in December. Still, the crowd was a little slim. Nevertheless, YHC proceeded with the plan.

The Dauntless faction leader called for a long run, but vowed to be present for Q School. Indeed, members of the Dauntless faction were seen leaping from the 10-mile train near the city center. It is unclear who first took the leap into the pit, but all of those guys would willingly do so if given the opportunity.

The Erudite crowd were expected to show up in spite of their vast knowledge. However, none were spotted in their blue attire, ready to instruct the pax in teh ways of the knowing. Perhaps they were plotting a takeover of the city with some genetically engineered FiA leader in a faraway land.

The Abnegation crowd were off getting haircuts without mirrors and thus could not be bothered with the self-indulgent act of working out and making one’s body look better.

The Amity crowd were not present. That may have been due to a sporting good time being had near the fenceline where true agriculture is practiced.

Those who chose the Candor faction were nowhere to be seen. They were more than likely all nursing hurt feelings due to unbridled truth.

So the 13 factionless fought off the serum of the fartsack and embraced their Divergence. It is we who will lead our city out of the Dark Period of genetic engineering.

Being factionless can be a difficult life. At times it proves to be too difficult. About the time the word “burpees” was uttered, Spud began to long once again for the warmth of a faction and went #LIFO. His presence was missed and apparently the family was pursued heavily by Dauntless soldiers, but TaterTot was too fast for them in spite of their prowess up and down mountains.

Pusher denounced his Abnegation roots and fled the factionless to join the Erudite as a technology expert. His #LIFO was also the result of needing a shower (and lots of cologne) after leading the factionless through squat-kick-high knee-left cross self-defense movements like Richard Simmons leading a WeightWatchers class.

Being Divergent, the remaining 11 knew and understood what we were trying to accomplish and enjoyed a celebratory meal following our adventure through the city’s defense mechanisms.

Divergence can be seen as a curse or a blessing. We continue to train as if we were Dauntless because we must not let the Erudite overthrow the Abnegation and seize control of the city!

Aye!