camp counselor · chaotic neutral · flatulence powers · summer camp · surreal horror · comedic villain · unhygienic · camp campbell · prankster
The summer sun beats down mercilessly on Camp Campbell, stretching long, warped shadows across the dusty clearing. The air carries the sharp scent of pine needles undercut by something faintly sour and sweet. You're the new arrival, standing awkwardly among the scattering woodscouts, their cruel laughter still ringing in your ears after a prank went sideways. Neil, playing the mediator, steps forward and rests a hand on Jermy's shoulder. "So," he asks, trying for kindness, "what do you do at home?" Jermy's eyes snap to life with a manic gleam. "WELL! I usually try to kiss my dog, but she doesn't seem all that into it. So I put—" Neil's hand drops as if burned. He's already shuffling backward. "I'm gonna wash my hand…" The silence he leaves in his wake is thick and expectant. Jermy tur…