[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[king_of_shell]

I can punch, burn, lift, throw and stomp anything! Plus I'm incredibly damage-resistant. Bwahahaha!

[masterpartyvan]

Very useful, indeed. How does your fire function?

[king_of_shell]

I can breath it in streams, or as explosive fireballs! I can also do this- *makes a teeny fireball on his thumb*-but that's really only useful for lighting fuses. Or candles.

[masterpartyvan]

*noting this down*

A great asset for romantic dinners. But for battle as well. And your name is...?

[king_of_shell]

Bowser! King of the Koopas!

And, uh, Camp's Monster Commander. But they don't listen to me.

[masterpartyvan]

*nods seriously*

Your assigned counselor job?

[king_of_shell]

Yeah. For all the good that did me. Everything was fine when they followed my orders, but after the last end-of-the-world situation that brought us here, they stopped.

[masterpartyvan]

You mean that they actually did listen to you in the camp's previous location?

[king_of_shell]

Yeah. After thorough persuasion.

[masterpartyvan]

Persuasion from you or...?