Squirt City

Kedamour Themed Atelier

Some thirty years ago, the last week of the school year was marred by a relentless onslaught of squirt gunfights. Stretching well into summer, these battles engulfed everyday life in Square City. The joy slowed as high school seniors left for college, and the sodden life was restored to its once stodgy self.

The humdrum energy brought by the torpid townsfolk of Square City the following spring was overwhelmed by a brief torrent of tawpie coeds at the Homecoming Carnival. In an event now known as Soggy Saturday, returning college kids soaked each other along the parade route, hurling water balloons and blasting bystanders in the process. Shopkeepers gleefully took to the sidewalks, returning fire with hoses. A Water War was officially declared by nightfall when the fire department involved themselves in the shenanigans, reigning in the chaos by raining down on the cavalcade.

The morning sun rose over the still-wet streets. There was a stillness throughout the town as citizens went about their Sunday, keeping careful watch. The brunch-goers were ready. Not only packing ponchos in their purses to cover their Sunday best, but they also came armed with pump-action soakers beside their mimosas and waffles. Though busy, the town was quiet, empty of joy once again.

By summer, something had to be done. The streets were empty. To restore the town's spirit, Square City Mayor declared that Square City would be an open battlefield for juvenile water antics from the last week of school through the end of summer. No one could be guaranteed dry on city streets in summer.

Over the past decades, a few rules have been unofficially established: indoors are generally declared safe zones, a courtesy is typically offered to those eating, and “time outs” are usually well respected.