I once had a job that involved 100-plus ten-year-olds in a giant field at the bottom of a hill playing tag. It was an environmental residential camp; for the game we’d split the kids into hawks, snakes, frogs and flies. Flies had to run away from everybody; frogs could catch flies but had to run from snakes and hawks; snakes fled hawks. Hawks were the apex predator.
To start the game there was only one hawk, and naturally all the kids always wanted to be the hawk, swooping down that hill with all the undignified majesty of a preteen on a power trip.