*I have CANDY children. You know you want it.*

[artist_of_anger]

[At first, the noise is but a faint humming from the western woods. For each passing moment the humming grows and grows until it is a loud rumbling, like a mudslide or avalanche it draws nearer and nearer with no indications of slowing down. And then they burst forward: A vast procession of mining carts careening towards Boys Cabin One until they

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[fingeroflife]

*Jak's coming back to camp in spectacular fashion. must be Tuesday. Personal raincloud, get?*

[fingeroflife]

There is usually a bright side, I suppose. Brush you to death? Dare I ask?

[artist_of_anger]

Hey, I've lived the story. Least you can do is listen to it.

[fingeroflife]

That I will gladly do.

[artist_of_anger]

... So. Basics first. There exists a world where everything sweet, everything man or monsterkind's ever thought of as snack food comes from. The ideas, because that's what they start as, spread from this world to every world where intelligent creatures got tastebuds, and then they become candy in the 'real' worlds.

[fingeroflife]

...is that so? Interesting. And this is where you were sent?

[artist_of_anger]

Mhm. And the king of the place, Confecthur, the leader of all the candy ideas, was oppressed by somone wielding a magical weapon that could defeat these weird monsters called the Cariesless. Knight guy was a prtocetor at first, but turned into an opressor when he wnet mad with power. They needed a hero, and I fit the bill.

[fingeroflife]

As seems to be common, in such places. I take it you had no choice but to accept?

[artist_of_anger]

As seems to be common in my life. So, what ahppened then was your standard adventure. Lots of fighting, wandering, more fighting, some fasting and twists and turns that made no sense. And before you know it, him and his horde of toothbrush wielding ninjas are defeated and I'm on my way home.

[fingeroflife]

Toothbrush-wielding ninjas? I suppose that explains "brush you to death." I take it that was not the end of the story, however?

[artist_of_anger]

... No. After the fight, the ideas were allowed to turn into real candy. In the middle of their victory-party, someone gets the bright idea that since I saved them, they should followm e home so my peple could eat them. Before I know it, I'm on a magical train of mining carts heading back to camp, and when I arrive in camp... they all died.

[fingeroflife]

Something to do with camp's sugar ban?

[artist_of_anger]

... The ban against sugar... so that's what happened.

Huh.

Ouch.

((Supertired now, but will finish up in ze morning?))

[fingeroflife]

It is only speculation, but logically creatures of ideal sugar could not survive in a place where sugar cannot exist.

((Sounds good!))

[artist_of_anger]

Guess so. They were all dead after two minutes. The king begged me to spread his people to as many campers I could find, and... here I am. Whole, sort of clean, and so damn tired of this place I can't even bring myself to get pissed.

[fingeroflife]

Mm, understandably so. Though it seems his last request will not be difficult.