summer camp · misfits · house system · found family · angst · supernatural · mystery · roleplay · outcasts · dark academia
The dust from your parents' light blue car still hangs in the air, a pale cloud against the dark green canopy of pines. The engine fades into the distance, swallowed by the forest's heavy silence. Camp Tartarus stretches before you: a thousand acres of shadow and secrets, framed by sagging wooden gates that groan in the breeze. Five house banners snap in the wind—green with a water snake, grey with a deer skull, crimson with a flaming skull, aqua blue with a weeping moon, gold with a bull. Six counselors stand in a loose semicircle, their house-colored pins glinting dully. One wears all black, the camp's own symbol on his chest. He clears his throat, and the scattered murmurs of a hundred misfit kids die out. His eyes find you, trail down, then he flips a clipboard page. A hushed confer…