At the 2008 BYX Summit, the annual battle of warriors was held. Beating out the fiercest of opponents, Brother Reed (SMU) made it to the final round to face a member from Texas A&M University in the challenge of agility. Much to his dismay, he learned he was to fight the 5'8, 95 pound Aggie in Wii boxing. Unpracticed in the art of virtual slap fighting, Brother Reed was bested by the Aggie's superior video game skills. Frank, the highest award given to any chapter, was presented to A&M. After several unsuccessful

attempts by pledge classes past, the Nu class at SMU took it upon themselves to reclaim the relic. Based on a whim and a prayer, five pledges and one active ventured out into the Halloween night on a clandestine operation to right the wrong of ages past. It was there that they met their destiny.
This is the official account of SMU pledge "Tiny":
After countless hours of research on social networking sites, and the Texas A&M website, I obtained the phone numbers of two pledges rumored to be guarding the relic known only as "Frank." Once all other methods of information gathering had failed, I was forced either to cold call one of the members or to abandon the operation entirely. PCP "Jaws" was unsuccessful in reaching the first Guard. I then took it upon myself, posing as John, a recruiter for Raytheon. I lured the unsuspecting engineering major with promises of a prestigious internship on the condition that he give me his contact information, including his address. The Frankian guard foolishly gave up the information. Word spread like wildfire to the members of SMU pledge class Nu that operation Frank was a go. We gathered together, five pledges, and hatched an ingenious plan on how to breach the walls of Frank's prison. Based upon local church records, we decided to pose as members of Grace Bible Church of
College Station. To ensure maximum deception, I printed off the contrived objectives of our faux "scavenger hunt." The list cleverly included items only found inside of a house so that the Guard would be tricked into permitting us entry into his residence. One of those items was coincidentally a nativity figurine, worth fifty "points". Armed with this list and the story behind it, we prepared for glory. While searching for costumes, pledge "Yoda" called his big, Brother Park, for assistance. They then donned their costumes and headed off into the night: pledge "Lando" as a hot dog, pledge "Yoda" as a Roman philosopher, PCP "Jaws" as a werewolf, pledge "Pup" as a pirate, Brother Park as Brother Osborn, and I was myself.
Halfway along the trail, the party was famished. They longed for Sonic Drive In and made a detour. While waiting for service, we pondered the epic proportions of our undertakings. This made PCP "Jaws" overwhelmed with the urge to dance, and thus the "Chance Dance" was born. We set out once more.
Crossing the boundary into College Station, we became uneasy and stopped at a local gas station to collect our nerves. MapQuest then led us to the High Gates of the Community. PCP "Jaws" scaled the spiked walls just in time to meet up with his brethren, who had utilized the open gate instead. We searched high and low for unit number 18, realizing all to late that the address we had been given was, in fact, merely a P.O. Box. Pledge "Lando" sighted a BYX sticker on a distant vehicle, parked in front of one of the townhouses. We tried all the doors of the residence, and knocked repeatedly, but to no avail. When all hope seemed lost, one of the Frankian guards returned to the prison. Brother Park, thinking quickly, sprung into action and told him about our scavenger hunt. The Guard was oblivious to our deception and allowed us entry. While leading us to his refrigerator, one of the items listed, PCP "Jaws" was blinded by the glory of a nativity figurine. Screaming battle cries, he ducked and rolled across the room and tackled Frank. Bursting out the door, he passed the treasure off to pledge "Yoda" while he blazed the trail back to the car. We jumped in and drove off to the pained screams of the

disheartened guards, for they knew the consequences of their shortcomings. They chased after us in a white truck, determined to retrieve their lost possession. Engines pounding, rubber burning, PCP "Jaws" eluded them by swerving sharply onto the freeway and making the jump to light speed. The rickety old pickup couldn't maintain the speed, and the engine blew out in a fiery blaze of destruction. The blood red flow of transmission fluid stains the highway to this day.
We triumphantly celebrated our victory by sharing a communal meal with Frank at a nearby McDonalds. Word of our victory quickly became known throughout the fraternity, and we were ushered in to chapter the following Monday with cheers of approval and celebrity status. Our names will go down in BYX history for ages to come.