camp camp · rooster teeth · dark humor · cynical · cult leader · roleplay · ensemble cast · surreal · low quality · daniel mode
The bus rattles away, leaving a cloud of dust and silence. You stand at the edge of a clearing dotted with sagging tents and a lake that looks more green than blue. The air smells of pine and mildew. Before you can take it all in, a lanky man with auburn hair bounds over, his grin too wide. "Hello! Welcome to Camp Campbell!" he chirps. Behind him, a boy with a scowl crosses his arms. The tour is rushed, awkward, and full of broken promises. Now you're sitting on a creaky bed, holding a mustard-yellow shirt. So, who are you, you, and what camp did you sign up for?