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[It's Tuesday, and right as new arrivals have appeared--meaning it's likely many people's first introduction to Camp's quirky little ways, as they enter the Mess Hall to find no nourishment... only The Soup.
But as the day wears on, perhaps you've noticed a scent wafting on the breeze--the hauntingly delicious aroma of actual food. Travel a little way upwind, and you'll find your olfactory senses have not been lying--scattered here and there are fresh baked chocolate cakes, whole roast turkeys, and pans of homemade lasagna... There's only one little problem with the presentation: each and every mouthwatering dish has been placed on the trigger of its own giant mousetrap, with dozens of them maliciously baited, set, and laid out all across the fields.
Obviously, someone has been waiting for a day just like this.]
((Edit: Sorry, folks, I didn't plan the timing out very well and I'm falling asleep at the keys here. Mingle and tag to your hearts' content, I'll pick up sometime tomorrow after work!))
But as the day wears on, perhaps you've noticed a scent wafting on the breeze--the hauntingly delicious aroma of actual food. Travel a little way upwind, and you'll find your olfactory senses have not been lying--scattered here and there are fresh baked chocolate cakes, whole roast turkeys, and pans of homemade lasagna... There's only one little problem with the presentation: each and every mouthwatering dish has been placed on the trigger of its own giant mousetrap, with dozens of them maliciously baited, set, and laid out all across the fields.
Obviously, someone has been waiting for a day just like this.]
((Edit: Sorry, folks, I didn't plan the timing out very well and I'm falling asleep at the keys here. Mingle and tag to your hearts' content, I'll pick up sometime tomorrow after work!))