For miles around in the snowy mountain ranges of Tatakai you could see a pillar of orange that flower incandescently among the backdrop of sleet and falling power. The Dojo Walls, in all their great majesty, were lined with festive lights and murals of vampyres of pale complexion with blood dripping from brazen fangs. Zombies drawling and moaning in eternal pain, limping across a dark terrain. Ugly and bloated witches with cleft faces as well as boils oozing with puss, cackling as they ride across the blackened skyline under a full moon atop an enchanted broomstick. Spooky scary skeletons to send shivers down your spine. Within the Dojo men, women and children competed for best costumes, dressed deceivingly as ghouls and demons, Dojoville scattered with festive jack o' lanterns and eager trick-or-treating children. And liked through the quaint cobblestone streets was invitations, reading: [i]Come One, Come All, TO THE DOJOVILLE HALLOWS BASH![/i] --- In the main pavilion courtyard, strobe lights and blaring music filled the eyes and ears of all within. Some danced brazenly to the chorus of cheering crowds, some flaunted their impressive costumes, some lurked in the dark corners with refreshments and food to keep them company. Regardless, all there came there for a good time. [spoiler]Welcome to the Dojo 2016 Party! Have fun, everyone! 🎃 👻 [/spoiler]