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[quarter of midnight. most of camp's residents are tucked away in their cabins, some still wander the grounds, blasé of the undead. pinpricks of light fill the dark swamp; for a rural mud field, Camp Fuck You Die has always seemed to have an unlimited capacity for electricity. porch lights attract moths and the occasional toucan, computers whir as their owners search for puppies and/or porn, the next cabin over from yours continues into its sixteenth hour of blasting Lady Gaga. must be a camp effect.
one minute of midnight. a high-pitched buzzing sound begins to flood camp, growing in intensity as the witching hour closes in. lights begin to flicker. thirty seconds to midnight, machines begin to power down. laptops die mid-youtube video. ten seconds of, lit bulbs explode in their sockets and electrical sockets begin to smoke.
three seconds left. the only electronics left working in camp are sentient machines and the limited supply of flashlights. as it hits midnight, and the calendar date switches over, the mess hall is suddenly lit like a beacon in the night.
if you look in through the windows, you can see the flicker of hundreds of candles. if you enter the building, you'll find a group of cloaked figures debating something of apparent importance over a fresh batch of Earl Grey tea.]
((We're exhausted. Tune in tomorrow for more crazy plot.))
one minute of midnight. a high-pitched buzzing sound begins to flood camp, growing in intensity as the witching hour closes in. lights begin to flicker. thirty seconds to midnight, machines begin to power down. laptops die mid-youtube video. ten seconds of, lit bulbs explode in their sockets and electrical sockets begin to smoke.
three seconds left. the only electronics left working in camp are sentient machines and the limited supply of flashlights. as it hits midnight, and the calendar date switches over, the mess hall is suddenly lit like a beacon in the night.
if you look in through the windows, you can see the flicker of hundreds of candles. if you enter the building, you'll find a group of cloaked figures debating something of apparent importance over a fresh batch of Earl Grey tea.]
((We're exhausted. Tune in tomorrow for more crazy plot.))