Once a year, I trade Slack pings and sprint cycles for mud, swords, and a medieval Nerf cannon. At Bicolline, I’m not a software engineer—I’m Angus Lachlen, Company Sergeant of the Horse and Hound. It’s absurd. It’s glorious. And it’s the one place on earth where I can unplug from the rat race, laugh like an idiot, and remember what it feels like to actually be alive.