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[badgrbadgrbadgr]

[near the outskirts of farm-camp, there is a spikey-haired guy sitting on his suitcase. his suit has seen better days, and he's missing a certain pin on his lapel, but somehow you might get the impression that he's a lawyer-type. or maybe you'll just recognize him, depending. he has a rather colorful brochure, which he is currently studying.]

Camp Fuck You Die...? Wait, where have I heard that before? (And why am I suddenly getting a sense of impending doom?)

(( OOC: NEW-ISH VOICE old player, bear with me. I might be a little slow. ))