Its funny how somethings start out small, but then snowball out of control. For people at university, there will always be the art of the prank. I remember one time when pranksters wrote a guy’s name and number in a snow covered football field, for anyone "looking for hot sex".

For my roomies at the time, dubbed the Brotherhood, things started out small enough, but would soon grow into much much more, with an entire floor of girls suffering our wrath.

If you have to use the washroom, go now! I don’t want you walking around during my story.

Everything was great on B4, except one thing, our lounge didn’t have curtains! That wasn’t a huge deal, but believe me, it could be annoying on a sunny day when you were trying to play Ken Griffey Jr. Slugfest. Anyway, after months of doing nothing, our annoyance escalated, and we decided to do something about it. If you think that we started a letter writing campaign to topple to university bureaucracy over curtains, you clearly don’t know the Brotherhood.

We, being myself, John, Mark, and Alex formed the Brotherhood, and decided to take matters into our own hands, and get curtains for the floor, by any means necessary. We came to the conclusion that the only reasonable way for us to get curtains was to steal them from another floor. Our targets: Our good friends on the all-girl floor, D4. We were actually good friends with this floor, so they seemed like the perfect choice.

We snuck in through the fire escape one evening around 3am, moved quickly and quietly with our prize. B4 finally had curtains! Life was good all around.

Now before you get all cranky, with questions like, "what does that have to with toilet paper?", just calm down and let me finish. Geez, the nerve of some people!

Anyway, we had our treasure, but it seemed a little too easy. Many of the girls would come over and remark that somebody took their curtains, but nobody made any accusations, or trouble about the situation. We couldn’t have that. Frankly it was an insult. We couldn’t leave well enough alone, and decided to target them for more. Curtains just weren’t enough, this was war!

Our next move was to once again sneak in through the fire escape, take some things and leave a few presents. We stole their coffee table first and foremost, but then left cups of water leaning against everyone’s doors. Finally, we set up an alarm clock in the middle of the hallway to go off a few minutes after we left. Keeping in mind this is like 3:30am, so I’d be pretty pissed if I lived there.

However, we did not get the reaction that we expected. We heard that the alarm did in fact go off, and that some people did get water splashed on them as they opened their doors. The funny thing is that we were told that the alarm actually stayed on for like twenty minute because everybody assumed somebody else would take care of it. The thing was though, they didn’t seem all that annoyed about the whole thing, and still didn’t suspect us. The nerve!

We had a campaign where we placed frozen shaving cream in their bathrooms, which is supposed to expand upon thawing. The problem was that we barely even heard about their reactions this time. Apparently their RA saw it before anybody else and cleaned it up. This sucks! What is the fun of playing pranks if you don’t get a great reaction? It was decided that we were going to get them, and get them hard!

We gained access to the floor once again by the fire escape, and stole all of their toilet paper, leaving them with three half used rolls for a floor of sixteen girls. By stealing like forty rolls of their toilet paper, we were bound to get the reaction that we were looking for. The only problem was that we did it on a Wednesday night and they got their supplies for the next week on Thursday. So, we in turn went back Thursday night and took everything else! That was sure to get a reaction out of them. Well, the war was on!

Soon after our latest theft, we found a very disturbing envelope in the B4 lounge. Inside was a picture of our beloved B4 flag, with a number of lighters precariously close to it!!!

A little backstory on the B4 flag reveals that it was made from a stolen hotel towel. B4 was written in duct tape, and we all signed it. The flag was our symbol used at the annual "Battle of the Floors" in which we beat out D4 in the final standings. It came to no surprise, after all we had the better chant:

"We made our flag from a dirty towel, we are B4, hear us howl!"

Anyway, they would give us our flag back if we returned their toilet paper. Our response was to send a picture of our own, with us standing in front of all our toilet paper. It was actually quite an impressive sight. To conceal our identities we hid our faces in toilet paper masks. They would have no idea who it was! :) I personally loved my expression in the picture, grabbing my crotch, sticking out my tongue and giving them the finger. We then wrote on the pic, "Want Some? and wrote a letter saying that we do not negotiate with terrorists. Sadly this picture was never reproduced and still remains with someone from D4. I do have this pic taken soon after, and you can see that we had a lot of toilet paper.

The Ra’s of the two floors met and found that the feud had to end. Rumor has it that they tapped out first. Anyway, we returned a portion of the toilet paper, and we got our beloved flag back. I still remember our RA telling us that this had to stop, but had no idea that John was even a member. He was a man of mystery indeed. Anyway, it was one hell of a caper!

A followup on this story was later that year, B4 used their influence to ensure that D4 was voted worst house at Saint Marys. Sadly, most of the girls became RA’s themselves in the next year and had everyone vote us as worst floor. Luckily, nobody remembers that!