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- New York
[X] Resume your previous discussion and ask what the hell is going on in this camp.
A Summer That'll Last Forever (A Camp Counselor Quest)
- Thread starter nanayoung
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[X] Resume your previous discussion and ask what the hell is going on in this camp.
- Location
- Venezuela
[X] Tell Mark to leave her alone, but only if she behaves.
[X] Resume your previous discussion and ask what the hell is going on in this camp
We need to go interrupt whatever world-ending ritual Alex is doing after we get some information.
What, you think the antichrist just sneaks off to read a comic book or something?
We need to go interrupt whatever world-ending ritual Alex is doing after we get some information.
What, you think the antichrist just sneaks off to read a comic book or something?
[X] Tell Mark to leave her alone, but only if she behaves.
Someone dumped all of us here, and we're only going to survive if everyone tries to not do things that are incredibly stupid.
Someone dumped all of us here, and we're only going to survive if everyone tries to not do things that are incredibly stupid.
[x] Resume your previous discussion and ask what the hell is going on in this camp.
Ignorance Is Not Cute
nanayoung
She Who Watches And Waits
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- I'm not behind you. Seriously.
Resume your previous discussion and ask what the hell is going on in this camp.
Mark was too busy trying to tickle Lilith and Lilith was too busy trying to escape, so you couldn't ask them. And you had no idea if Janet could even understand what the fuck you were saying let alone talk, so she was a bust too. That left Bob.
Ugh. "Bob, do you know what the fuck is going on?"
"̗̫̲ͅT̴̤̺̘h̛̞̦͚̬͇̞̰e̲̦̱ ͚̜̪ͅP̩͕͢u̠r̥̥̤͘ͅi͈̲͙̩̻͟f̻̘̟̘͕́ͅi̙̭e͍̝͈̣͖̮̤͟r̼̲̠̣͈͎̯ ͇͓̮̞a̹̕ṉ̙͙d̺ ̴t̥̖̪͎̻̣h̥̙͖̯e̠̮̣̣̜̺ ̵̟̘͔̼S҉p͞a̛̮w͇͈̪̗̟͇̭n ͍̩̭̱a̼̗͙r̛̬͓͙͉e͇ ͉p͔̰͕͖͔͇e̬͚̼̺͢r̶̭̞̤̖̦̗ͅf̹͇͝o͏͇̭̮̣͚̠r̖m͝í̗̩̭͔̼̦̳n̤̻̤g̴͎͇̩̟̱ ̦̺͇̖̟̤s҉o̼̻m̭̜̠̗͕̝ͅe̯̲̥ ̩̫̟̳s̱̞̞̭̮͉͓o͏r͎̤̗͞t ̼͕̘̳͈̩͠ͅo̧̫̜͇͓̫̘͈f ̥͉͕̪̮̯a̶v̨̫̤̗o̘̭̤̙i̛͎̼̲ͅd̤̣̫̲̩͕̱͘a̖͉̬͎͙͟n̝̜̻̘͕̠͉c͡e̡ ͔̮͙͓̖r̥̬͚ḭ̣̬̳̭̩t̺̲͚̼̹̩͝u̷͚a̶͍̙̤̝̤̫l̺̦̖̱͓̟,"̻͕̥̭͘ ̥̟̗̮͈ they said, not once looking away from you. "̨͙̜̠̖Ṭ̺͚̯̰̹h̞̺̭e̘̜̖̮͓̭̰ ̟̠̯̜̟͞D̗͇̪e͈̝a̢̲͓̙̙͕̜d̀ͅ ̗̟ì͍s͕̥ ̣̯̼ba̤̯t̨̲̞h̷͚̝̝͖i̙̙̮͉͎̞̬͟n̙g̳̦̞̹͙̹̻͠ ͈͓̺̫̗̤̀t̨̹ḩ͔͚̤̺e̵̪̥͓̳m̴͈̣s̺̹͍̺̲͙͢e̢̗̥͔̹l̜̤v̤̩̜̖̻̰͟ͅé̝s̷̝̠̖͖̭̯ ͕̀i͎͚̹̻̠̤̤n̗̕ ̰͚̭̱͘ş̪̠̘o̧̪̥̬̠̰m͎͚͈̫̗e̯̞ s̙̱̝̦̙o̞̱̬̣̹͖ͅr͟t͍ͅ ̧̲̼̲͙o̶̮̗ͅf̞̬̲̭̥͈͜ ̖̟̺̥͈̠a͉c̙̬̯͚͕͜i̖͙̱̠̹̣͖d͎̘͖̲̕i͚̤̮̪̯c̹̪͚͓̜͖ ̠̰̳̤̱̩f̛͓̲̰̞ͅo̧͚͓͓̩ul̢̳ ̛͉̦̩̳͕̱s̖̥̭̰͟m̝̭̙͡e̙͇͙̳͞l̟͇̱͇͔͇l̰̭̩̪i̡͎͉̰͈̳n̳̤͖͉̖g̡̤̦̭̼ ͎̘̺͢l̛̻̭̞̼i̷̪̩̮̖̻q͙͕͇͚̺u̺̪̘͙i̧͕̻̞d͖͙͎͚̹͙͡.͇͇̣̥͍̹ ͔̜̙T̫h̟̰̱͙́e̗ͅ ͍̟L͎̰̲u̼͎̟͠ͅr̹̬̺è̜̹͇̲ ̜̘͉is͙͚̞̱̮̘ ̶̗̭̫̦̖͔͉a̮̫̙̳̫̮̬t̤̮͎̻͚t̳͉̻è̲̰m͚̱͍̖̫̻p̘͜t͠i̱͚͎̝̭n̲̠͇̩̱̫g̠̤̲̬ ̞̺͚͚ͅt͖̪̻͚̖̘o̥ ̨cr͍e̺̣̺̬̻͟a̤̳̠̠͕̮ͅṭ̖͙̘e̜̰̣̞̲̗̝͟ ̞͙̯͉̟̼͉a̹͉̗ ͎̳ne̻̼̙͚̻͘w̯͈̼̠͓͈͘ͅ ̣͓̪̺o͍̕r̘̬̕i̠͇̬̺̼f̼̯̘͘i҉̖̼͓̜̳ͅc͇̪̮̮͠e̦̱̣͉̘͝ ̧̘͉f̮o͝r̭̰̻̜ ̵̫͖͙ͅo͉̤͉̲̩͕n̩͉e͈̹ ̞o̶f͡ ̭̲͎͚͟t̪̱͇̤̭͇h̕e̢̪̻ ͓̪͢F̱͖̙̰̘̣̮l̢̞͎e͙̯͇͞s̡̙̙̞h͙̮͚̮͖̭ ͍̻̻̱s̞͙̫̕o̙̜m̤͠e͍͎ ̟̼̯͕w͖̰̤a̠̹̺̫͙̰̠y̝̳̝͞s̬ ̨̱̠̭̰a̶̟̙̙̝̮ẁa̛̱͇y͇̝͇̲̙͎͍ ̝̭f̯͇̘̦͡r̰̗̝o̸̬̪̻̜̳͔m̷̞ ͏̙̦ųs̛̖̟̗̰.̢̥̗̗"̧ ̶̭̱
It took you a second to figure out just what the hell they were saying. "Wait, Alex is trying to fucking stab someone?!"
"͝T͓̳̠͍̘̀h͎̟͔e̗̫͇į̰̙͕̤r͇͕̭ ̣̬͔̬̳̖ͅạ̷̜͔̙̮t̷̥͇̦tẹ̤̣̤̩̥͟m̻͝p̪̤t̪̀s̲̦ ̢̦͍̘͓̝̭͓r͔̩̥e̱̱͟m̡̺̹͎͙̠͈̘a̖̬͜i͙͇͙͚̙̱ṋ̭̖̯̳̜ͅ ҉̱̝̖̤u̳̗̳͍̹̞̘͡n͞s̛̤͍̫̟͖̙̥u̯̫̳̹͟c̯̼͉c͎͕̯̰̣̳e̜̫̻̮s̤̣̳͟s͚͕̗͉̻͞ͅf̼̟̘̱̀ͅu̗̙͔l͖̥̪͓̭̭͉͟.̙̳̭͈ ͈̻̝͖̺̪͕Ṱ͍̪̞̫̯̦͟h̙̫̤̮͠ę̺͇͇ ͇͙F̤͢l̛e҉̹s̥̱͍͕̤̳̝͞h͖̭͇͟ ̼̦̥͟a̹̖̞͚re g͇̲̝͈̱̥͉͞o͈̩o̙͟ͅd̺͚̹̹̘ ̬̩͔a͓̻͜t͎̩̗ ̬͚͎͈͔r̺̺̩̙̟̬̥͢e͝g͓͔̝r͚̬͟oͅw̖̣͙̺͓i҉̱͕͓ṋ̞̠͘g̯̻̩̙̫ ̙̗͇̪͠t͔̙̠͝h̡̺̤̞̱͖̝e̞͜i̝͎͎̳̘͔͚r̯ ̱͈̺͔̥́fl͜e̬̪͕̩̪̘̤s̗̜̫̣͔h̼͎̪̟̫̳͠.̡̮"̡͎̝͙͉̣ ̬̞
Oh yeah. The creepy as fuck Head Counselors have healing factors. You weren't sure how you forgot that. "Well... okay. Yeah. Is Alex in trouble? Are one of the Head Counselors trying to hurt him or some shit?"
You had no idea how the fuck you were going to deal with a bunch of makeshift Wolverines. You've read enough books and seen enough movies to know that enemies with healing factors were a bitch to kill, even with high tech weaponry, expert training, and superpowers. You had none of those things.
Still, wasn't like you were gonna leave the little shit high and dry. You weren't your old man.
"͓̝̤͚̙͓̞͠Ṯ͈͙ͅh̠̘̜̞é̹̘̬̞̜̹ ̡̩F҉̲̦̫̘͍l̸̰ͅe̩̘͚̥̣s͏̘͚̲h̕ ̦̩̻̹ͅa͎͎̥̗̳͘ͅṟ̱͇͉̀e̝̪̰̻̝̼ͅ n̥o̥̗͍͈͇͜t̢̖̦̙ ̡̤͇͚r̛͚e̷a̸͚̤̩̝̰c̛̺̠͔̪͎ț̷̖i͔̠͓͕͖̰̠͞n̥̜̯̻̠̲͞g͏͙̰̠ ͚̟̹t̳̩̼̳o ̫̺̫͇͢t̻h̶͓̙̜̝ͅe͏̯ ͇̠͙Lu̜̭͇̹̘̝͢r̷̖̬̩͕̦͙̞e̬̭̱̺̻̘̦'̝͔͍͙̳̩s ̖͖͍͚͇̥͎̀ạ̲̣͓̜̕t̶̬̩͎t̛̥̮e̖̗m̰̘̟͈̞̤p̴͕̻̟̘t̠̜̟͇͟ş̣͖ ͙̱̹̬̤̝̘t̩̖̜̥o̸̳͈̯̘̹̯ ̻c̬̹r̪̝̱̖̖̩é͈͕̪̲̞̼̹áte̩̘̱̤̺̝̩ ͚m̮o̙̹͉̱̠̤r̷e ̠́o̮̹̠̩̜̮r̘̖͇̠͓͓͕i͓f͏̜̦i̱̳̱c҉es͖̪͙͝.̗̱̩̯̦̬͡"̲̫̥͈͎ ̴̭
You relaxed. "Thank fuck." You should probably be stopping him from stabbing the shit outta the Head Counselors right now, but you have bigger things to deal with. "But what I meant before was, what the fuck is going on at this camp."
You gestured around you. "Why the fuck can't we see outta the windows? What the fuck is up with the fucking Head Counselors? Why the fuck are all of you so fucking weird?! Like, what the hell? What the hell is going on?!"
They just stared at you. You weren't sure, but they might have looked a bit confused. "̨͚͈D͈̣̭̬͠i̵d̳̜̙̥ ̻̱̭̰͖ͅy̫̣̪̘̳͝o҉̰̭u̢̳͍̟̮ ̤͟n̺̼͇o̦̩t̶̻ ͓r̰͙̦e͏̬̦a̢d̦̣̲ ̷͖̭͚̬̘͍͉t̙̻̗͔̙̯̜h͍̠͇e̷͙̺̖ ̰̩̣͕c̨a͎̮͚͢ŗ͎̥͇̯̜̰͉v̹̰͡i̢n̵̺g͉̬͍̯͉ś̭̝̭ ̳̭̱͓͎͙s̷̹̮̹c̲͕̻̼͠ŗ̩̺i̥͖̟͈̞͢p͢t̛̬͔e҉͖̼͕͓̩d͏̭̺̲͖̱͍̥ ̪͇̼̘͍̳̦͡u͕p̢͙͈̩o͎͕̗͉͟ņ̫͉͉̟͚̪ ̠͔t̢̳̥̰̲̲͙͙h̭̼̝̜e̳ͅ ̡͍̰̬̟̙̮͍d̢͓ḛ͟ad̨̘̞̘͔̻̭ ͓̫͔̮̣͔̫f̤l͙̼̳̘̣̠̺̀o̶̥r̛a̛̗͉̞͚̖͓ͅ?҉̻̺̰̗̭"͠ ͉
"...what?"
"͚I ͈̝w͔͉̹as h̠a͘n̳̦̞̣d҉̞͇e͓̲d́ ̡̯ͅͅa̡̦̙̯͇ ̮̕c̶̜͈͉͚̮ͅo̶̥̺n̦̤̭s͙̰̭͖̮͢ͅí̪̟d̗̯͍̩̀ͅer͔̣a̲̼̜̝̤͠b̧̩͓̗l͙̯̻̻̀e͚̝̮̘̻̖͞ ͓̬a̬̲̫̭̪͔m̮̼̻͓̩̜͔͡o̙͖̺͇̟̳͟u̢̗̝͓ͅn̝̥̳͍̖̼ͅt̟̝͉̺͉̮͙ ̗̮̱̟͚b͚̮̭̥̝e̙f̲̝͙̗̥͖̱o̖̣̙̥͕re͍̭̞͉̹͢ ̸̟̥͓̙͈͖̜a͢r̷̞̬̱r̻̥͉͍̙ͅi̘̗v͖͚͍̣͇̲i̶̦ǹ̜̣g̼̣̱͍͓̲ ̛̩̲͉͚͓h͖e̻re͍͓͉͇̮̪.͖̜̱̫̺̰͝ ̸̣̣̙͔̦̩T̮̙̪͚͙̬̕h̶͔e̩̰̼̙̠y̛̳̙̤͕̘̳͖ ̵̖̤͕̙̙̯li͙͓̟̣̙̯s̡̫͍͖̯̺te҉̜͔̘͎̣̜̠d̬̻̖͎̖̜ͅ ̰͉̮͙ͅt̞̯̮̱ͅh҉̭͉̳͔̦͚̦e̟͇ ̨̭͈̗͍̲̫ḷ͖̮a͚̬̺̼͉̯w͔s͕͖ ̸͈o͡f͙͚͓̦̞̙ ͞ṯ̘͕̼̣͜h͏̥̠̹̗i̬̜̣͓͇͢s̯̘ ̡ą̼̜̮̝ͅr͇̰̩̤̩̘̀ẹ̕a̛̺̖͈̗̙̖ ̺a̪s̰̤͈͍̺̩̖ ҉͈̜͖͉͇̞w̪̯̠̦͇e̘̼̗̙̮͟l̦͖͓̣̳̬̱l̡͍̜͔͙̩͈ ̢̱a̤̰͉̖͚͙͡s̟̫̭͍ ͏̳̼̟s̭̟̜̜o̱̼͕͝m̷̖͕͙͈̬e̵̳͕͉͕ ̹̭̗͠ͅș͞a͍̲̫̖̺̰ṇ͉͈̭̖̤ͅc̩͎t̞̹̟̣͝i̼͓͠o͙̟̭͇̦n̗͕̥̫̩e͓̯̗͎ͅd̠͕͇̗̦ ͎̙̹͓̹ri̡̻̱t̜̬̹͕̣u̲̲̭̰͖͉͇a̦͎͕̯̺̣͢ͅl͏̯s̥͇̫̱͖͉̝ ̼͖̮͠t̺̖͎h͙͚̲ͅͅa̶t͚͙͠ ̢͚̙w̥͖̺͘e̟̬̪͉̰̦͠r̩̬̦̰͔͜ẹ̶͍ ̨̠̤̟̖̠̻̞g̸̜̟̻͔͕͕̭ǫ͚͉͔̙in͓͔͙̱͔̹̩g͟ ̮͎̬t̴͎o͈̘̭̩ ̴̙̻̯̤̩ta̼̪̞͟k̵̝̠̩̜̮͉e̶̫̼̲̗̭ ͙̞p̲̪͔͈͇̙̼l̢͈̭ḁc̴̥̦͙̖͖ę͙̜̰ ̨̭̬̰̺d̰͖͍͍u̱̪̳̺̠͞r̶̮̱͕͍ͅi̜͔͟n̹͍͚̜̰͙͢g̸̜̹̺̘ ͍͇̼̝̦̖͓̀t͔̦̩h̞̪̮̲͙͖e̡̯̞̙ ̸͇3̸̼̬͈̗̟͙,̢͈̝͍̜̳̱̰6̳͎͟2̙̯̫̳̭͙8̟̰,̹̥̩̣͖̠̰8̣̭̹̪̗̯0̞0͙̼ ͔̠͕̣͉̫̲s̸̯͇̹̙͔͔̲e͖̝͇̗̣c̷͇̮̦̺͇̪͉o̹̳ṇ̗̞͇d̼̤s̫̖̫̹ ̥̮̬w̼͇̘̘̝̫͝e͙̜̪̱͍̞ ̴͈̳ẃo̥̯͓͕̮̬̳͘u̪͖̻̻̥̯̹l͏̘̘͚̼d̷̲ ͓̟̟̀a̮̹͈̹ț̸̰̠̦t̸̖̟̱͔̫͔en̜̹̯̻̖d̢̜̠̞̖̗̳ ̼̜̝͈t̖ͅh̭i͡s̶̘̙͈̠̳̖ ̹͇̣̖e͔͚̰̰̞̞n͘c̡a̸̭̰̹m̰̖͍̭̹̝͡ͅp͠me̗̯̙̦̪n̝̺̮͙̳͡ͅt͔͎͙͙.̨̗̗͔͖"̤͓͙̝͚͞ ̦͖̤̳̪͝
You were starting to get a headache, and it wasn't just from the way Bob was talking. "You mean the camp brochure?"
"͞Y̙̗͖e̪s̺̩͖̳ͅ.̛͔̦̟͇͔͈̘"̧ ҉͖̳̣̹̞̟̲
"The camp brochure explains all this shit?"
"͞Y̙̗͖e̪s̺̩͖̳ͅ.̛͔̦̟͇͔͈̘"̧ ҉͖̳̣̹̞̟̲
"Do you have it with you?"
"̡̼̼I̙̯̲̯͙ ̦̦̠̼̳̰͘c̮̲̭o̘̣͙̹̥̻̬ṉ̦̜̫͜s̗̞̱̙u̩̬̣̫͚̜̲m̗͉̫̦̤͜e̪d̥̩̤͓̟̲͠ ̫͚̖͈̠̟̖i̡̳̞͓͖͎͕t̨͔̖̳̦ͅ ̷̻̩̘͍͍u̩͕̲̖p̸̞̩o̦͚̤n͕͕̻̗͎͇̠ ̳͓̝͝m̹͔͕͚̪͈̣y̺̹͖̺̭̮̗ ̩̩̥͟e̯ṋ͎̞̰̹t҉͕r̢͇y̬͍͔̳̠.̻͎̰͠"̜̭̰ ͓͇̘͜
"Of course you fucking did." You ran your hand down your face, not giving a single fuck about the soot you were getting everywhere. "What the hell did it say?"
"̘͎͙̀I.̹̟͔̬.̴̩̻̹̯.̹͇"̼̬̻̭̲̩͚ ̤͚̣͙ Bob blinked for the first time. "̞̕I̟̩̳̮̭͇͡ͅ ́a̞̕m̧̰ ҉̹͈̤͕̬ṇ̷̣̼͔o͚̭͓t͚̯͕͔͈͡ ̭̫s̡̬͙͖͓͔̞u̟͕̹͙r͈͇̟ḙ.̸͚͈̦̗̳̬̘.̟̥̘̥.͏ ̀I̵̞͎͈̹͎̞ ̬̻d͟ǫ̱͙̘͕̭ ͉͙̞͡n͚͕̱̲͕͍ͅo̤̹͚̠̬t̖̬ ͡şe̹̬̯̼̮̟͎͝e͔͉m̬̙̦̹̗͍͈ ̺̗̻̭̙̝͉͢to͎̳̤̪̪͙̯ ̀r͢e͎̹̤̟͟m̥e̠͙̖̗m̦͉̰b͡è̜͍̝ͅr̻̳̠̺͍̩̲.͎̩͜ ̵̤̫̻I̻̹n̘̜̭̖ț͟e̙̙r̵e͕̼s͚̰͙t̙̝̫̬͔ͅi̛̗̫n̰͚̗̥̯̜̥g̳.̲̞͓̫͔̤"̫͍̬͎̲ ̧͇̜
You barked out a laugh. "Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful."
You could feel a heat building deep inside you, one that made you clench your fingers around your bat a little tighter than you probably should have. One that made your fingers tremble ever so slightly, made your breathing come out a little faster than normal. One that made you want to pace around the table, to hit something, to just do something instead of jolly fuck all.
It always happened like this.
It usually took a few minutes before the true weight of a situation hit you. Before then you could keep calm and act like you were completely unaffected, which usually gave you enough time to get your shit together before your emotions hit.
But you didn't have that right now.
This situation -- you had no idea what the fuck it was. You had no idea what the fuck you were doing or even what the fuck was going on.
Fuck, you never even believed in supernatural bullshit before now. And then all of a sudden you were meeting regenerating counselors and fighting off fireball throwing hellspawn and --
"Fuck." Your breathing was getting rougher. "Fuck."
God, you wanted to hit something. You wanted to break something or someone into a bunch of tiny fucking pieces just to take the edge off.
You wanted to run. Just get the fuck away from everything and everyone.
You wanted to just go to bed. Curl up in a little ball and wait for it all to blow over.
You wanted --
"̳͙͖́I̫͎̩̤̼̻̜ ̜͙̯̠͙w͇͉͕͍̘͙o̩̳̗̖͍͎͖̕n̻̻̳̲̘d҉̖̞̜͕̘͚̥e̩̦͉r ̘i̯̩̘̙̮̻̭͞f̸̭̙̜͖̖͓ ̳th̴̩̩̫̮͈͇̭i̹͍̞͎͍͡s ҉̫i̘͉̺̘͉̲͓s͏̠̗̺̤̪ ̹̬̺͙͜w̵h͏͈͓ḁ̯ṯ̲͉͟ ̸̥̱͈̣͇̬͇i̸̯̹͖̪̫t̜̫̥̖̬͔̖ ҉̻̩̲͎̗̰m̷͈̦̳̘e͉̖̼̻̦̤̬a̯̫̘̹̣͇ͅn̡͙̻̥̣s̷̩̤͔̹̳̪ ̨̹̤̣̝̳̰ṱ͇̺̹̭̭o͚̲ ̣̝͕'͏̲͚f҉̟̳̩̝̠̪o̷̼̲̪̜̬̰r̲̟͙̪̼͎̦͝ģ͇̥̪̯̹͖͓ḙ͡t͏̹̟͇'̭̀ ̶͔͖s͎͙̯̠͓̱om̨̰̖̖ͅę͓t̲̼͉͙̭̬̞͝h͍̘̺̠̬͘ͅi̖̻̟̰̺̠ͅǹ̹̬̰̬͚g͉̦̙̟͚͜.̧ ͇͈͖̩ͅI̛͔̪t̲̦͉̙́ ̕i͏̫͓͚̜̳ͅs̻͙̺̝ ͎͎͖̜̳̫̱r̢̜̖̪a̭̩͔t̰̟̠h͙͇̜̫̺e̥̟͉̯̯ͅr̷̫̠ͅ ̬̝u̼͢n̳p̫͓̯ͅl̘̲͎̲̻͡e͈͕̮͙̫a͎̙͕̱̘̖̰͜sa̡̼nt͕̮̝.̪͉̤̳̠̮"̧̳ ̜͍͕̺͜
Bob's fucked up voice broke you out of your shitty thought spiral.
Right. You couldn't panic now, not in front of these... kids. Who the fuck knew what they would do to you once they realized how freaked out you were? Mark seemed like a good kid, but the rest?
You needed to get your shit together.
"Hey, perfume girl!"
Janet slowly raised her head. You couldn't see her eyes over all of her hair.
"Do you have any idea what the hell is going on?"
She stared at you for one long, uncomfortable minute before slowly shaking her head.
"Figures." You raised your voice. "Mark! Lilith! You know what the fuck is going on in this camp?"
Mark stopped chasing her, turning towards you and giving you a confused look. "Huh?"
"Do you know what the fuck is going on in this camp? And," you said, glaring at him as he opened his mouth, "do not fucking correct my language right now. I am not in the mood."
Lilith just alternated between glaring at you and Mark, her fingers twitching.
"Well, it's a camp!" Mark grinned, his eyes practically sparkling in excitement. "We're gonna go fishing and hiking and look up at the stars and do all sorts of cool camping stuff! Oh man, do you think they'll let us go look at deer? Do you think they'll let us swim in a lake? Oooh, I wanna climb a mountain! And do you think --"
Mark just kept on fucking talking nonstop about camping and the woods and all sorts of shit that did not matter to you right now. You couldn't even get a word in before he somehow warped it back to camping in some way.
Lilith just gave you the finger when you tried to ask her.
By this point Alex came back from God knows where, covered in -- what was that? Black sludge?
He didn't say anything to you or to anyone else. He just curled up in the corner of the room with his arms around his knees and just. Stared.
It was a bit unsettling.
"Alex? You uh, you okay?"
He shuddered.
"Got any idea what's going on in this camp?"
His voice was quiet and a bit scratchy. You got the feeling he didn't talk much. "...no."
"Nothing?"
"...please leave me alone."
He didn't talk again after that, no matter how much you or Mark tried to talk to him.
...you probably should have chased after him.
Bottom line though, none of them knew what the hell the camp was about. So if you were gonna get any answers, you needed to ask --
"It seems like you have all become good friends in the twenty minutes and forty-two seconds we've been away!"
Head Counselor One walked into the cafeteria holding two trays of food. The rest of the counselors were following behind him in a straight line, each carrying a single tray. You noticed how eerily in sync their walking was.
"We have brought you all food! Food to fill your empty bellies!" Head Counselor Three gave a wide smile. You noticed her teeth were covered in blood. "Food that should fit every single one of your specific tastes!"
"Now please!" Head Counselor One gestured with one of the trays. "Sit! And consume our delicious offerings!"
"No."
As one all of the Head Counselors turned to look at you. You adjusted your grip on your bat.
"I'm not eating a damn thing until you tell me what the fuck is going on."
"You -- You don't want to eat?!" Head Counselor One's grin twitched at the sides. "But I made this for you! With my own two hands! I made this!"
"We made this!" The rest of the Head Counselors said in unison. Also in unison was the sound of necks cracking as each of the counselors cocked their heads to the side and yeah their teeth were growing.
[X] Prepare for a fight. Again.
[X] Try to convince them to tell you what the fuck is going on. [Need Social Roll of 50.]
[X] Just sit down and eat.
[X] Write in...
Mark was too busy trying to tickle Lilith and Lilith was too busy trying to escape, so you couldn't ask them. And you had no idea if Janet could even understand what the fuck you were saying let alone talk, so she was a bust too. That left Bob.
Ugh. "Bob, do you know what the fuck is going on?"
"̗̫̲ͅT̴̤̺̘h̛̞̦͚̬͇̞̰e̲̦̱ ͚̜̪ͅP̩͕͢u̠r̥̥̤͘ͅi͈̲͙̩̻͟f̻̘̟̘͕́ͅi̙̭e͍̝͈̣͖̮̤͟r̼̲̠̣͈͎̯ ͇͓̮̞a̹̕ṉ̙͙d̺ ̴t̥̖̪͎̻̣h̥̙͖̯e̠̮̣̣̜̺ ̵̟̘͔̼S҉p͞a̛̮w͇͈̪̗̟͇̭n ͍̩̭̱a̼̗͙r̛̬͓͙͉e͇ ͉p͔̰͕͖͔͇e̬͚̼̺͢r̶̭̞̤̖̦̗ͅf̹͇͝o͏͇̭̮̣͚̠r̖m͝í̗̩̭͔̼̦̳n̤̻̤g̴͎͇̩̟̱ ̦̺͇̖̟̤s҉o̼̻m̭̜̠̗͕̝ͅe̯̲̥ ̩̫̟̳s̱̞̞̭̮͉͓o͏r͎̤̗͞t ̼͕̘̳͈̩͠ͅo̧̫̜͇͓̫̘͈f ̥͉͕̪̮̯a̶v̨̫̤̗o̘̭̤̙i̛͎̼̲ͅd̤̣̫̲̩͕̱͘a̖͉̬͎͙͟n̝̜̻̘͕̠͉c͡e̡ ͔̮͙͓̖r̥̬͚ḭ̣̬̳̭̩t̺̲͚̼̹̩͝u̷͚a̶͍̙̤̝̤̫l̺̦̖̱͓̟,"̻͕̥̭͘ ̥̟̗̮͈ they said, not once looking away from you. "̨͙̜̠̖Ṭ̺͚̯̰̹h̞̺̭e̘̜̖̮͓̭̰ ̟̠̯̜̟͞D̗͇̪e͈̝a̢̲͓̙̙͕̜d̀ͅ ̗̟ì͍s͕̥ ̣̯̼ba̤̯t̨̲̞h̷͚̝̝͖i̙̙̮͉͎̞̬͟n̙g̳̦̞̹͙̹̻͠ ͈͓̺̫̗̤̀t̨̹ḩ͔͚̤̺e̵̪̥͓̳m̴͈̣s̺̹͍̺̲͙͢e̢̗̥͔̹l̜̤v̤̩̜̖̻̰͟ͅé̝s̷̝̠̖͖̭̯ ͕̀i͎͚̹̻̠̤̤n̗̕ ̰͚̭̱͘ş̪̠̘o̧̪̥̬̠̰m͎͚͈̫̗e̯̞ s̙̱̝̦̙o̞̱̬̣̹͖ͅr͟t͍ͅ ̧̲̼̲͙o̶̮̗ͅf̞̬̲̭̥͈͜ ̖̟̺̥͈̠a͉c̙̬̯͚͕͜i̖͙̱̠̹̣͖d͎̘͖̲̕i͚̤̮̪̯c̹̪͚͓̜͖ ̠̰̳̤̱̩f̛͓̲̰̞ͅo̧͚͓͓̩ul̢̳ ̛͉̦̩̳͕̱s̖̥̭̰͟m̝̭̙͡e̙͇͙̳͞l̟͇̱͇͔͇l̰̭̩̪i̡͎͉̰͈̳n̳̤͖͉̖g̡̤̦̭̼ ͎̘̺͢l̛̻̭̞̼i̷̪̩̮̖̻q͙͕͇͚̺u̺̪̘͙i̧͕̻̞d͖͙͎͚̹͙͡.͇͇̣̥͍̹ ͔̜̙T̫h̟̰̱͙́e̗ͅ ͍̟L͎̰̲u̼͎̟͠ͅr̹̬̺è̜̹͇̲ ̜̘͉is͙͚̞̱̮̘ ̶̗̭̫̦̖͔͉a̮̫̙̳̫̮̬t̤̮͎̻͚t̳͉̻è̲̰m͚̱͍̖̫̻p̘͜t͠i̱͚͎̝̭n̲̠͇̩̱̫g̠̤̲̬ ̞̺͚͚ͅt͖̪̻͚̖̘o̥ ̨cr͍e̺̣̺̬̻͟a̤̳̠̠͕̮ͅṭ̖͙̘e̜̰̣̞̲̗̝͟ ̞͙̯͉̟̼͉a̹͉̗ ͎̳ne̻̼̙͚̻͘w̯͈̼̠͓͈͘ͅ ̣͓̪̺o͍̕r̘̬̕i̠͇̬̺̼f̼̯̘͘i҉̖̼͓̜̳ͅc͇̪̮̮͠e̦̱̣͉̘͝ ̧̘͉f̮o͝r̭̰̻̜ ̵̫͖͙ͅo͉̤͉̲̩͕n̩͉e͈̹ ̞o̶f͡ ̭̲͎͚͟t̪̱͇̤̭͇h̕e̢̪̻ ͓̪͢F̱͖̙̰̘̣̮l̢̞͎e͙̯͇͞s̡̙̙̞h͙̮͚̮͖̭ ͍̻̻̱s̞͙̫̕o̙̜m̤͠e͍͎ ̟̼̯͕w͖̰̤a̠̹̺̫͙̰̠y̝̳̝͞s̬ ̨̱̠̭̰a̶̟̙̙̝̮ẁa̛̱͇y͇̝͇̲̙͎͍ ̝̭f̯͇̘̦͡r̰̗̝o̸̬̪̻̜̳͔m̷̞ ͏̙̦ųs̛̖̟̗̰.̢̥̗̗"̧ ̶̭̱
"The Purifier and the Spawn are performing some sort of avoidance ritual," they said, not once looking away from you. "The Dead is bathing themselves in some sort of acidic foul smelling liquid. The Lure is attempting to create a new orifice for one of the Flesh some ways away from us."
It took you a second to figure out just what the hell they were saying. "Wait, Alex is trying to fucking stab someone?!"
"͝T͓̳̠͍̘̀h͎̟͔e̗̫͇į̰̙͕̤r͇͕̭ ̣̬͔̬̳̖ͅạ̷̜͔̙̮t̷̥͇̦tẹ̤̣̤̩̥͟m̻͝p̪̤t̪̀s̲̦ ̢̦͍̘͓̝̭͓r͔̩̥e̱̱͟m̡̺̹͎͙̠͈̘a̖̬͜i͙͇͙͚̙̱ṋ̭̖̯̳̜ͅ ҉̱̝̖̤u̳̗̳͍̹̞̘͡n͞s̛̤͍̫̟͖̙̥u̯̫̳̹͟c̯̼͉c͎͕̯̰̣̳e̜̫̻̮s̤̣̳͟s͚͕̗͉̻͞ͅf̼̟̘̱̀ͅu̗̙͔l͖̥̪͓̭̭͉͟.̙̳̭͈ ͈̻̝͖̺̪͕Ṱ͍̪̞̫̯̦͟h̙̫̤̮͠ę̺͇͇ ͇͙F̤͢l̛e҉̹s̥̱͍͕̤̳̝͞h͖̭͇͟ ̼̦̥͟a̹̖̞͚re g͇̲̝͈̱̥͉͞o͈̩o̙͟ͅd̺͚̹̹̘ ̬̩͔a͓̻͜t͎̩̗ ̬͚͎͈͔r̺̺̩̙̟̬̥͢e͝g͓͔̝r͚̬͟oͅw̖̣͙̺͓i҉̱͕͓ṋ̞̠͘g̯̻̩̙̫ ̙̗͇̪͠t͔̙̠͝h̡̺̤̞̱͖̝e̞͜i̝͎͎̳̘͔͚r̯ ̱͈̺͔̥́fl͜e̬̪͕̩̪̘̤s̗̜̫̣͔h̼͎̪̟̫̳͠.̡̮"̡͎̝͙͉̣ ̬̞
"Their attempts remain unsuccessful. The Flesh are good at regrowing their flesh."
Oh yeah. The creepy as fuck Head Counselors have healing factors. You weren't sure how you forgot that. "Well... okay. Yeah. Is Alex in trouble? Are one of the Head Counselors trying to hurt him or some shit?"
You had no idea how the fuck you were going to deal with a bunch of makeshift Wolverines. You've read enough books and seen enough movies to know that enemies with healing factors were a bitch to kill, even with high tech weaponry, expert training, and superpowers. You had none of those things.
Still, wasn't like you were gonna leave the little shit high and dry. You weren't your old man.
"͓̝̤͚̙͓̞͠Ṯ͈͙ͅh̠̘̜̞é̹̘̬̞̜̹ ̡̩F҉̲̦̫̘͍l̸̰ͅe̩̘͚̥̣s͏̘͚̲h̕ ̦̩̻̹ͅa͎͎̥̗̳͘ͅṟ̱͇͉̀e̝̪̰̻̝̼ͅ n̥o̥̗͍͈͇͜t̢̖̦̙ ̡̤͇͚r̛͚e̷a̸͚̤̩̝̰c̛̺̠͔̪͎ț̷̖i͔̠͓͕͖̰̠͞n̥̜̯̻̠̲͞g͏͙̰̠ ͚̟̹t̳̩̼̳o ̫̺̫͇͢t̻h̶͓̙̜̝ͅe͏̯ ͇̠͙Lu̜̭͇̹̘̝͢r̷̖̬̩͕̦͙̞e̬̭̱̺̻̘̦'̝͔͍͙̳̩s ̖͖͍͚͇̥͎̀ạ̲̣͓̜̕t̶̬̩͎t̛̥̮e̖̗m̰̘̟͈̞̤p̴͕̻̟̘t̠̜̟͇͟ş̣͖ ͙̱̹̬̤̝̘t̩̖̜̥o̸̳͈̯̘̹̯ ̻c̬̹r̪̝̱̖̖̩é͈͕̪̲̞̼̹áte̩̘̱̤̺̝̩ ͚m̮o̙̹͉̱̠̤r̷e ̠́o̮̹̠̩̜̮r̘̖͇̠͓͓͕i͓f͏̜̦i̱̳̱c҉es͖̪͙͝.̗̱̩̯̦̬͡"̲̫̥͈͎ ̴̭
"The Flesh are not reacting to the Lure's attempts to create more orifices."
You relaxed. "Thank fuck." You should probably be stopping him from stabbing the shit outta the Head Counselors right now, but you have bigger things to deal with. "But what I meant before was, what the fuck is going on at this camp."
You gestured around you. "Why the fuck can't we see outta the windows? What the fuck is up with the fucking Head Counselors? Why the fuck are all of you so fucking weird?! Like, what the hell? What the hell is going on?!"
They just stared at you. You weren't sure, but they might have looked a bit confused. "̨͚͈D͈̣̭̬͠i̵d̳̜̙̥ ̻̱̭̰͖ͅy̫̣̪̘̳͝o҉̰̭u̢̳͍̟̮ ̤͟n̺̼͇o̦̩t̶̻ ͓r̰͙̦e͏̬̦a̢d̦̣̲ ̷͖̭͚̬̘͍͉t̙̻̗͔̙̯̜h͍̠͇e̷͙̺̖ ̰̩̣͕c̨a͎̮͚͢ŗ͎̥͇̯̜̰͉v̹̰͡i̢n̵̺g͉̬͍̯͉ś̭̝̭ ̳̭̱͓͎͙s̷̹̮̹c̲͕̻̼͠ŗ̩̺i̥͖̟͈̞͢p͢t̛̬͔e҉͖̼͕͓̩d͏̭̺̲͖̱͍̥ ̪͇̼̘͍̳̦͡u͕p̢͙͈̩o͎͕̗͉͟ņ̫͉͉̟͚̪ ̠͔t̢̳̥̰̲̲͙͙h̭̼̝̜e̳ͅ ̡͍̰̬̟̙̮͍d̢͓ḛ͟ad̨̘̞̘͔̻̭ ͓̫͔̮̣͔̫f̤l͙̼̳̘̣̠̺̀o̶̥r̛a̛̗͉̞͚̖͓ͅ?҉̻̺̰̗̭"͠ ͉
They just stared at you. You weren't sure, but they might have looked a bit confused. "Did you not read the carvings scripted upon the dead flora?"
"...what?"
"͚I ͈̝w͔͉̹as h̠a͘n̳̦̞̣d҉̞͇e͓̲d́ ̡̯ͅͅa̡̦̙̯͇ ̮̕c̶̜͈͉͚̮ͅo̶̥̺n̦̤̭s͙̰̭͖̮͢ͅí̪̟d̗̯͍̩̀ͅer͔̣a̲̼̜̝̤͠b̧̩͓̗l͙̯̻̻̀e͚̝̮̘̻̖͞ ͓̬a̬̲̫̭̪͔m̮̼̻͓̩̜͔͡o̙͖̺͇̟̳͟u̢̗̝͓ͅn̝̥̳͍̖̼ͅt̟̝͉̺͉̮͙ ̗̮̱̟͚b͚̮̭̥̝e̙f̲̝͙̗̥͖̱o̖̣̙̥͕re͍̭̞͉̹͢ ̸̟̥͓̙͈͖̜a͢r̷̞̬̱r̻̥͉͍̙ͅi̘̗v͖͚͍̣͇̲i̶̦ǹ̜̣g̼̣̱͍͓̲ ̛̩̲͉͚͓h͖e̻re͍͓͉͇̮̪.͖̜̱̫̺̰͝ ̸̣̣̙͔̦̩T̮̙̪͚͙̬̕h̶͔e̩̰̼̙̠y̛̳̙̤͕̘̳͖ ̵̖̤͕̙̙̯li͙͓̟̣̙̯s̡̫͍͖̯̺te҉̜͔̘͎̣̜̠d̬̻̖͎̖̜ͅ ̰͉̮͙ͅt̞̯̮̱ͅh҉̭͉̳͔̦͚̦e̟͇ ̨̭͈̗͍̲̫ḷ͖̮a͚̬̺̼͉̯w͔s͕͖ ̸͈o͡f͙͚͓̦̞̙ ͞ṯ̘͕̼̣͜h͏̥̠̹̗i̬̜̣͓͇͢s̯̘ ̡ą̼̜̮̝ͅr͇̰̩̤̩̘̀ẹ̕a̛̺̖͈̗̙̖ ̺a̪s̰̤͈͍̺̩̖ ҉͈̜͖͉͇̞w̪̯̠̦͇e̘̼̗̙̮͟l̦͖͓̣̳̬̱l̡͍̜͔͙̩͈ ̢̱a̤̰͉̖͚͙͡s̟̫̭͍ ͏̳̼̟s̭̟̜̜o̱̼͕͝m̷̖͕͙͈̬e̵̳͕͉͕ ̹̭̗͠ͅș͞a͍̲̫̖̺̰ṇ͉͈̭̖̤ͅc̩͎t̞̹̟̣͝i̼͓͠o͙̟̭͇̦n̗͕̥̫̩e͓̯̗͎ͅd̠͕͇̗̦ ͎̙̹͓̹ri̡̻̱t̜̬̹͕̣u̲̲̭̰͖͉͇a̦͎͕̯̺̣͢ͅl͏̯s̥͇̫̱͖͉̝ ̼͖̮͠t̺̖͎h͙͚̲ͅͅa̶t͚͙͠ ̢͚̙w̥͖̺͘e̟̬̪͉̰̦͠r̩̬̦̰͔͜ẹ̶͍ ̨̠̤̟̖̠̻̞g̸̜̟̻͔͕͕̭ǫ͚͉͔̙in͓͔͙̱͔̹̩g͟ ̮͎̬t̴͎o͈̘̭̩ ̴̙̻̯̤̩ta̼̪̞͟k̵̝̠̩̜̮͉e̶̫̼̲̗̭ ͙̞p̲̪͔͈͇̙̼l̢͈̭ḁc̴̥̦͙̖͖ę͙̜̰ ̨̭̬̰̺d̰͖͍͍u̱̪̳̺̠͞r̶̮̱͕͍ͅi̜͔͟n̹͍͚̜̰͙͢g̸̜̹̺̘ ͍͇̼̝̦̖͓̀t͔̦̩h̞̪̮̲͙͖e̡̯̞̙ ̸͇3̸̼̬͈̗̟͙,̢͈̝͍̜̳̱̰6̳͎͟2̙̯̫̳̭͙8̟̰,̹̥̩̣͖̠̰8̣̭̹̪̗̯0̞0͙̼ ͔̠͕̣͉̫̲s̸̯͇̹̙͔͔̲e͖̝͇̗̣c̷͇̮̦̺͇̪͉o̹̳ṇ̗̞͇d̼̤s̫̖̫̹ ̥̮̬w̼͇̘̘̝̫͝e͙̜̪̱͍̞ ̴͈̳ẃo̥̯͓͕̮̬̳͘u̪͖̻̻̥̯̹l͏̘̘͚̼d̷̲ ͓̟̟̀a̮̹͈̹ț̸̰̠̦t̸̖̟̱͔̫͔en̜̹̯̻̖d̢̜̠̞̖̗̳ ̼̜̝͈t̖ͅh̭i͡s̶̘̙͈̠̳̖ ̹͇̣̖e͔͚̰̰̞̞n͘c̡a̸̭̰̹m̰̖͍̭̹̝͡ͅp͠me̗̯̙̦̪n̝̺̮͙̳͡ͅt͔͎͙͙.̨̗̗͔͖"̤͓͙̝͚͞ ̦͖̤̳̪͝
"I was handed a considerable amount before arriving here. They listed the laws of this area, as well as some sanctioned rituals that were going to take place during the 3,628,800 seconds we would attend this encampment."
You were starting to get a headache, and it wasn't just from the way Bob was talking. "You mean the camp brochure?"
"͞Y̙̗͖e̪s̺̩͖̳ͅ.̛͔̦̟͇͔͈̘"̧ ҉͖̳̣̹̞̟̲
"Yes."
"The camp brochure explains all this shit?"
"͞Y̙̗͖e̪s̺̩͖̳ͅ.̛͔̦̟͇͔͈̘"̧ ҉͖̳̣̹̞̟̲
"Yes."
"Do you have it with you?"
"̡̼̼I̙̯̲̯͙ ̦̦̠̼̳̰͘c̮̲̭o̘̣͙̹̥̻̬ṉ̦̜̫͜s̗̞̱̙u̩̬̣̫͚̜̲m̗͉̫̦̤͜e̪d̥̩̤͓̟̲͠ ̫͚̖͈̠̟̖i̡̳̞͓͖͎͕t̨͔̖̳̦ͅ ̷̻̩̘͍͍u̩͕̲̖p̸̞̩o̦͚̤n͕͕̻̗͎͇̠ ̳͓̝͝m̹͔͕͚̪͈̣y̺̹͖̺̭̮̗ ̩̩̥͟e̯ṋ͎̞̰̹t҉͕r̢͇y̬͍͔̳̠.̻͎̰͠"̜̭̰ ͓͇̘͜
"I consumed it upon my entry."
"Of course you fucking did." You ran your hand down your face, not giving a single fuck about the soot you were getting everywhere. "What the hell did it say?"
"̘͎͙̀I.̹̟͔̬.̴̩̻̹̯.̹͇"̼̬̻̭̲̩͚ ̤͚̣͙ Bob blinked for the first time. "̞̕I̟̩̳̮̭͇͡ͅ ́a̞̕m̧̰ ҉̹͈̤͕̬ṇ̷̣̼͔o͚̭͓t͚̯͕͔͈͡ ̭̫s̡̬͙͖͓͔̞u̟͕̹͙r͈͇̟ḙ.̸͚͈̦̗̳̬̘.̟̥̘̥.͏ ̀I̵̞͎͈̹͎̞ ̬̻d͟ǫ̱͙̘͕̭ ͉͙̞͡n͚͕̱̲͕͍ͅo̤̹͚̠̬t̖̬ ͡şe̹̬̯̼̮̟͎͝e͔͉m̬̙̦̹̗͍͈ ̺̗̻̭̙̝͉͢to͎̳̤̪̪͙̯ ̀r͢e͎̹̤̟͟m̥e̠͙̖̗m̦͉̰b͡è̜͍̝ͅr̻̳̠̺͍̩̲.͎̩͜ ̵̤̫̻I̻̹n̘̜̭̖ț͟e̙̙r̵e͕̼s͚̰͙t̙̝̫̬͔ͅi̛̗̫n̰͚̗̥̯̜̥g̳.̲̞͓̫͔̤"̫͍̬͎̲ ̧͇̜
"I..." Bob blinked for the first time. "I am not sure. I do not seem to remember. Interesting."
You barked out a laugh. "Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful."
You could feel a heat building deep inside you, one that made you clench your fingers around your bat a little tighter than you probably should have. One that made your fingers tremble ever so slightly, made your breathing come out a little faster than normal. One that made you want to pace around the table, to hit something, to just do something instead of jolly fuck all.
It always happened like this.
It usually took a few minutes before the true weight of a situation hit you. Before then you could keep calm and act like you were completely unaffected, which usually gave you enough time to get your shit together before your emotions hit.
But you didn't have that right now.
This situation -- you had no idea what the fuck it was. You had no idea what the fuck you were doing or even what the fuck was going on.
Fuck, you never even believed in supernatural bullshit before now. And then all of a sudden you were meeting regenerating counselors and fighting off fireball throwing hellspawn and --
"Fuck." Your breathing was getting rougher. "Fuck."
God, you wanted to hit something. You wanted to break something or someone into a bunch of tiny fucking pieces just to take the edge off.
You wanted to run. Just get the fuck away from everything and everyone.
You wanted to just go to bed. Curl up in a little ball and wait for it all to blow over.
You wanted --
"̳͙͖́I̫͎̩̤̼̻̜ ̜͙̯̠͙w͇͉͕͍̘͙o̩̳̗̖͍͎͖̕n̻̻̳̲̘d҉̖̞̜͕̘͚̥e̩̦͉r ̘i̯̩̘̙̮̻̭͞f̸̭̙̜͖̖͓ ̳th̴̩̩̫̮͈͇̭i̹͍̞͎͍͡s ҉̫i̘͉̺̘͉̲͓s͏̠̗̺̤̪ ̹̬̺͙͜w̵h͏͈͓ḁ̯ṯ̲͉͟ ̸̥̱͈̣͇̬͇i̸̯̹͖̪̫t̜̫̥̖̬͔̖ ҉̻̩̲͎̗̰m̷͈̦̳̘e͉̖̼̻̦̤̬a̯̫̘̹̣͇ͅn̡͙̻̥̣s̷̩̤͔̹̳̪ ̨̹̤̣̝̳̰ṱ͇̺̹̭̭o͚̲ ̣̝͕'͏̲͚f҉̟̳̩̝̠̪o̷̼̲̪̜̬̰r̲̟͙̪̼͎̦͝ģ͇̥̪̯̹͖͓ḙ͡t͏̹̟͇'̭̀ ̶͔͖s͎͙̯̠͓̱om̨̰̖̖ͅę͓t̲̼͉͙̭̬̞͝h͍̘̺̠̬͘ͅi̖̻̟̰̺̠ͅǹ̹̬̰̬͚g͉̦̙̟͚͜.̧ ͇͈͖̩ͅI̛͔̪t̲̦͉̙́ ̕i͏̫͓͚̜̳ͅs̻͙̺̝ ͎͎͖̜̳̫̱r̢̜̖̪a̭̩͔t̰̟̠h͙͇̜̫̺e̥̟͉̯̯ͅr̷̫̠ͅ ̬̝u̼͢n̳p̫͓̯ͅl̘̲͎̲̻͡e͈͕̮͙̫a͎̙͕̱̘̖̰͜sa̡̼nt͕̮̝.̪͉̤̳̠̮"̧̳ ̜͍͕̺͜
"I wonder if this is what it means to 'forget' something. It is rather unpleasant."
Bob's fucked up voice broke you out of your shitty thought spiral.
Right. You couldn't panic now, not in front of these... kids. Who the fuck knew what they would do to you once they realized how freaked out you were? Mark seemed like a good kid, but the rest?
You needed to get your shit together.
"Hey, perfume girl!"
Janet slowly raised her head. You couldn't see her eyes over all of her hair.
"Do you have any idea what the hell is going on?"
She stared at you for one long, uncomfortable minute before slowly shaking her head.
"Figures." You raised your voice. "Mark! Lilith! You know what the fuck is going on in this camp?"
Mark stopped chasing her, turning towards you and giving you a confused look. "Huh?"
"Do you know what the fuck is going on in this camp? And," you said, glaring at him as he opened his mouth, "do not fucking correct my language right now. I am not in the mood."
Lilith just alternated between glaring at you and Mark, her fingers twitching.
"Well, it's a camp!" Mark grinned, his eyes practically sparkling in excitement. "We're gonna go fishing and hiking and look up at the stars and do all sorts of cool camping stuff! Oh man, do you think they'll let us go look at deer? Do you think they'll let us swim in a lake? Oooh, I wanna climb a mountain! And do you think --"
Mark just kept on fucking talking nonstop about camping and the woods and all sorts of shit that did not matter to you right now. You couldn't even get a word in before he somehow warped it back to camping in some way.
Lilith just gave you the finger when you tried to ask her.
By this point Alex came back from God knows where, covered in -- what was that? Black sludge?
He didn't say anything to you or to anyone else. He just curled up in the corner of the room with his arms around his knees and just. Stared.
It was a bit unsettling.
"Alex? You uh, you okay?"
He shuddered.
"Got any idea what's going on in this camp?"
His voice was quiet and a bit scratchy. You got the feeling he didn't talk much. "...no."
"Nothing?"
"...please leave me alone."
He didn't talk again after that, no matter how much you or Mark tried to talk to him.
...you probably should have chased after him.
Bottom line though, none of them knew what the hell the camp was about. So if you were gonna get any answers, you needed to ask --
"It seems like you have all become good friends in the twenty minutes and forty-two seconds we've been away!"
Head Counselor One walked into the cafeteria holding two trays of food. The rest of the counselors were following behind him in a straight line, each carrying a single tray. You noticed how eerily in sync their walking was.
"We have brought you all food! Food to fill your empty bellies!" Head Counselor Three gave a wide smile. You noticed her teeth were covered in blood. "Food that should fit every single one of your specific tastes!"
"Now please!" Head Counselor One gestured with one of the trays. "Sit! And consume our delicious offerings!"
"No."
As one all of the Head Counselors turned to look at you. You adjusted your grip on your bat.
"I'm not eating a damn thing until you tell me what the fuck is going on."
"You -- You don't want to eat?!" Head Counselor One's grin twitched at the sides. "But I made this for you! With my own two hands! I made this!"
"We made this!" The rest of the Head Counselors said in unison. Also in unison was the sound of necks cracking as each of the counselors cocked their heads to the side and yeah their teeth were growing.
[X] Prepare for a fight. Again.
[X] Try to convince them to tell you what the fuck is going on. [Need Social Roll of 50.]
[X] Just sit down and eat.
[X] Write in...
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MedievalParadox
Echeladder rank: Bravesprout
- Location
- Nowhere Important
[X] Just sit down and eat.
We should've told Mark to leave Lillith alone, now she hates us slightly more than she would've if we asked him to do otherwise. that increased amount of contempt will probably bite us in the ass sooner than later. anyways for now, let's not make enemies with the staff and eat.
We should've told Mark to leave Lillith alone, now she hates us slightly more than she would've if we asked him to do otherwise. that increased amount of contempt will probably bite us in the ass sooner than later. anyways for now, let's not make enemies with the staff and eat.
- Location
- United States
[X] Just sit down and eat.
Yeah, trying to fight them ain't going to work out. Seeing as our guy seems unable to speak a single sentence without including the word 'fuck' I don't think we're gonna be able to social an answer out of them. I'm also hesitant to actually eat a thing, so ... pretend to do so while smiling like a loon and trying to find someone in the know later on?
Yeah, trying to fight them ain't going to work out. Seeing as our guy seems unable to speak a single sentence without including the word 'fuck' I don't think we're gonna be able to social an answer out of them. I'm also hesitant to actually eat a thing, so ... pretend to do so while smiling like a loon and trying to find someone in the know later on?
- Location
- Spaaaa-
[X] Just sit down and eat.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Just let Mark cheer him up. I heard it works wonders.
Nah, she'll come around. Or it's more hugs for her.
[x] Just sit down and eat.
- Location
- New York
We'll have to get pretty lucky for the social since we have -20 to all social rolls for being an asshole, so we would really need a 70 or higher to be able to talk to them.
They seem pretty anal about the food which gives me more reason to believe that we shouldn't eat it until we know it's safe to.
[X] Write-in: Pretend to eat but ask questions.
I hated Bob's text at first but it's grown on me in an odd way, so I'm fine with it.
They seem pretty anal about the food which gives me more reason to believe that we shouldn't eat it until we know it's safe to.
[X] Write-in: Pretend to eat but ask questions.
I hated Bob's text at first but it's grown on me in an odd way, so I'm fine with it.
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Its completely unreadable by phone, I just skip Bob lines
nanayoung
She Who Watches And Waits
- Location
- I'm not behind you. Seriously.
Added in some Eldritch Translations for all you mobile users out there. Hopefully it'll make Bob's lines easier to read.
[X] Write-in: Pretend to eat but ask questions.