*As the Delta emissary turns and walks out, with a swoosh of blonde curls, a clack of high heels, and a flutter of her white and gold skirt, you're left aroused and confused in her wake.* *You look again at the scroll posted on the large oak from door of your fraternity house. It's an honest to god paper scroll, signed by the president and women of Delta, and with more than a few lipstick kisses in different colors. It was exactly what she'd said it is: A declaration of war, and an invitation to participate.* *You nervously lick your lips and say to no one in particular...* Well, lads, the gauntlet has been thrown down. Anyone doesn't wish to participate, for God's sake don't wear house colors. Everyone else, be smart, be careful, and good hunting. *Then you turn on your heel, electrified, trying to decide where on campus to go first as the autumn sun begins to set.*