*in ur mess hall, comandeering ur table*

[outof_realities]

*it's dinnertime and hungry campers may notice Madman lying on top of a table in the corner, today he's sparkling clean with his hair in all sorts of interesting braids even, and... staring at the disco ball floating completely on it's own in midair. Campers will also notice all sorts of mathematical equations written in an untidy scrawl slooowly crawling outward over every available surface. Try to make sense of them at your own risk*

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