Do note that this is not a regular course, this is more of a workshop. Here's how it works: The instructor, Mr. P R Sundar, will be available live on a ZOOM video call, where he'll be giving a short introduction. There are 10 chapters in total. 5 chapters for Saturday, and 5 chapters for Sunday. After finishing each chapter, you need to come back to the ZOOM Videocall for a Q&A session, any doubts you have regarding the chapter you just watched, feel free to ask. The Q&A session will go on for 30-45 minutes, where Mr. P R Sundar will be giving additional tips and guidance.
The neon lights of the arena flickered, illuminating a crowd of screaming, undead fans. They weren't here for the drama; they were here for the physics. Specifically, the physics of what happens when a zombie meets a giant, rotating hammer at forty miles per hour.
"Alright, Ed!" Ben shouted, his jaw hanging slightly askew. He looked over at his companion, a fellow contestant who was currently missing both an arm and a sense of self-preservation. "On three, we jump. Try not to get turned into confetti this time." Ed gave a thumbs-up with his remaining hand. They sprinted. Ben and Ed Blood Party
The floor of the was slick with things that weren’t quite water, and the air hummed with the electric buzz of a thousand sawblades. For Ben—a man who had traded his humanity for a rotting, green complexion and a suspiciously high pain tolerance—this wasn't a nightmare. It was just another Tuesday night on national television. The neon lights of the arena flickered, illuminating
The course was a masterpiece of sadistic engineering. First came the , swinging with rhythmic cruelty. Ben slid underneath, feeling the wind of the blade shave a millimeter off his scalp. Then came the landmines , hidden beneath deceptively colorful floor tiles. Behind them, a third contestant—some poor soul in a hot dog suit—wasn't so lucky. A boom echoed through the rafters, and suddenly, the "Hot Dog" was more of a "Scattered Topping." "Alright, Ed
Ben reached the final stretch: the . He looked at the whirling blades, then at the finish line just ten feet beyond. With a shrug that sent a few maggots tumbling from his shoulder, he dove headfirst into the machinery.
