*Look, in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a old school sci-fi silvery flying saucer UFO? Oh, yes it is.
However, there is no need to fear gentle denizens of camp! This is not the prelude to an invasion of sinister green men, far from it! This is merely the return of four of camp’s lost sons, home after yet another exhilarating, excruciating and humiliating adventure! But there shall be no dramatic re-entry this time, for the sublime science of these starmen shall simply teleport them directly down to the ground, safe and sound!
If it wasn’t for the, you know. Barrier. It tends to muck things, like a coordinate here and there up, so instead of the ground we get the air. High. High up in the air. Que the Goofy-yell and the sounds of crashing, hurting and in the elf’s case, swearing. Lots of swearing.*
((Dehiatus post is dehiatusey. Also, all the characters are dressed up for the occasion! Jak like Strike, the man in the middle of
this picture, Vergil like the guys in
this picture, except his shiny fullcovering, FORMHUGGING OH MY spandex outfit is black and blue, Kabapu like
so... John Travolta, by the way, not Karen Lyn Gorney, and Brook like
this. Thank you, that is all. God I missed this place.
However, sleep calls out to me. I must be off for now, but I shall return in the morning to continue threads! Until then, good night!))