Deadly Games

Mark is driving, giving a ride to me and the King of England. We look over at a crowd of security people who find it odd that he wants to get a ride with commoners. We drive past Mark's parents and they ask us why he is in the back seat. I tell them that he said he preferred the back seat. There is a lot of mud on the road. Mark's parents don't go down the road I had assumed we would take, and I point that out to Mark, so we make a right turn, but he seems to think that we should have followed them. There is a difficult merge, and it seems like the cars won't ever stop coming. Karl managed to zoom in front of a car and merge. The scene changes a bit, and there are railroad tracks that we need to cross over by foot to get to the other side of some sort of weird bridge. We get out of our cars. (There are several of us now.) I walk over to the railroad tracks and I see someone try to cross, but he gets hit with a stick with a pointed end that goes right into his body. It seems that in order to cross you have to be able to dodge these weapons that people throw at you. I get involved in a duel with some guy. The duel is just us throwing these sticks at each other and he isn't very good. I dodge every one of them. It seems that he is a beginner, and he points out the master stick-thrower to me. I walk toward the bridge, intending to attempt to cross it, but someone warns me that it isn't a good idea to attempt to cross until I have gotten good at dodging the sticks. I ask the master why everyone is throwing these sticks at each other and why we can't all just peacefully cross the bridge. He says something about it being "just a bunch of urban kids making fun of other urban kids." I tell him that I am an "urban person." I can't remember his reply. We agree to a duel. He pulls out a lot of sticks.