Now that I possess
two shotguns, I'm thinking about rigging a defense above my bed because really, I can't even fire ONE, what am I going to do with TWO?. I advise my cabinmates to avoid my bunk for the next few days. Possibly the remainder of camp.
Oh, yes, and I am sorry about the sudden redecoration. I felt the sudden need to paint fish everywhere to make Kuroba's life a living hell, just like mine because I'm paranoid for I've gone insane....because I like fish. Yes. And they're lucky. Try stealing from me NOW, Kuroba!
There's a sudden influx of new campers. Apparently this is a camp that doesn't stop accepting new members no matter how late it gets. One reminds me far too much of Haibara. I'm beginning to believe this camp is some sort of alternate dimension, and is sucking other people from alternate dimensions randomly in, apparently with a physical age limit. Mental age and actual age seems to be no problem, just so long as you appear below twenty.
This bears looking into, but I need to finish touching up the coral reef mural I'm painting on the southeast wall of the cabin. It will keep Kuroba far far away form our underwear liven the place up a bit.