once again, wishing for a built-in camera

What must we have looked like? This intrepid group of sixteen crazy kids, drifting towards midnight -- vaguely keeping together -- across half-empty main streets, darkened soccer fields, under three giant power lines, through the university's new slapdash mini-suburb, and through the campus proper... finally assembling in the green space around the pond for a marathon game of capture-the-flag. We hassled and babbled about rules, sorted out our teams and sides, improvised flags from pieces of clothing we had on us, and set to work.
Yes, Matty, the pond is neutral.
I remember slipping through the nearly-dry drainage canal with Nick and climbing up the concrete slope on the other side, straight into a tangle of tall grass and weeds. From there on we were separated, and I made my way along the edge of the tall grass and where the university actually mows -- right next to the road. So every few minutes, headlights would flash by -- okay, there's this crazy asshole down on the ground next to the road, and it's midnight, and yeah he probably got shot... oh, okay then. Drive on.
No weapons in our battle. Funny how it's more fun that way.