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[fuckyou_chorus]

[Suddenly, a rumbling can be heard from the volcano and then, from out of the crater emerges a raging Virusaur. Roaring, it barrels down the hillside and makes a break for corn hell - that is, the oceans of corn that line the outskirts of camp and are only the faintest hints of where the barrier truly lies. The air itself around there has grown

Comments

[servicewitha]

No. Why?

[verypointed]

It's a most disturbing thought.

[servicewitha]

You're new, huh?

[verypointed]

Yes, but even were I not, the fact that others have come to accept this as the norm... it's simply...

[sighs]

[servicewitha]

[backpat]

[verypointed]

A-ah. My apologies. I did not mean to call the other campers... strange.

[servicewitha]

You can. Most of us are.

[verypointed]

That may be so, but it's improper to outright state it.

[servicewitha]

If you want to be polite about it, I guess. I'm Fuuma, by the way. Welcome to camp.

[verypointed]

Barnaby Brooks Jr. And... thank you, I suppose.

[servicewitha]

What's the suit for?

[verypointed]

Consider it... combat armour, in a sense.