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[For the past week, the shadows around camp have deepened, lengthened, changed shape: harmless enough, if you're not caught in the dark, perhaps even ignorable. But tonight, the air is different. A storm rumbles along the horizon. The landscape shifts for a moment.
When everything clears, the gay bar-still emitting music and shouts-is now standing much closer to the center of camp. And next to it, a lamp post. The music quiets for a moment, and a weary voice begins...]
You kids. All sorts of fearless, you call yourself now. Weak spines, no soul. Ignorant of the old ways. Not knowing when to bow to the fear of your heart, and when to listen to an old man's worries. Eating bad food, listening to that terrible stuff you call music. Things have gone on too long at this camp without a firm hand on the reins.
Well, tonight, that's going to change. Tonight, you're all going to relearn the meaning of fear itself. And Humprey Boggart - that's me &mdash is gonna be your teacher. Sit down, kids. Your first lesson starts now.
[there's a rumble of thunder, and a thick fog begins to rise, winding snakelike through camp. and in the shadows, you just might see the face of your worst fear...]
[[Part three of three of the bogarts. After this, the bogarts will still be in camp if you wish to post or play with them, but we've got other guests to introduce.
As always, you're free to run your own bogart here...or talk to Humphrey. Like all bogarts, he can be defeated by slapstick, laughter, or superior firepower. We are in #thisishalloween, and if you need the password, let us know there or here.]]
When everything clears, the gay bar-still emitting music and shouts-is now standing much closer to the center of camp. And next to it, a lamp post. The music quiets for a moment, and a weary voice begins...]
You kids. All sorts of fearless, you call yourself now. Weak spines, no soul. Ignorant of the old ways. Not knowing when to bow to the fear of your heart, and when to listen to an old man's worries. Eating bad food, listening to that terrible stuff you call music. Things have gone on too long at this camp without a firm hand on the reins.
Well, tonight, that's going to change. Tonight, you're all going to relearn the meaning of fear itself. And Humprey Boggart - that's me &mdash is gonna be your teacher. Sit down, kids. Your first lesson starts now.
[there's a rumble of thunder, and a thick fog begins to rise, winding snakelike through camp. and in the shadows, you just might see the face of your worst fear...]
[[Part three of three of the bogarts. After this, the bogarts will still be in camp if you wish to post or play with them, but we've got other guests to introduce.
As always, you're free to run your own bogart here...or talk to Humphrey. Like all bogarts, he can be defeated by slapstick, laughter, or superior firepower. We are in #thisishalloween, and if you need the password, let us know there or here.]]