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[divinefailure]

[it's your typical camp morning - the sun is shining, Marcy is doing things to the silo that no-one thought was possible, and a blonde blur has just demolished whatever you were standing near.

good thing it saves, huh?  Inside the wreckage, you can hear voices]

Whoops!  Is everyone all right?

Colette ... please don't move any more...