BEGINNINGS

It was a usual nothingburger day in the lands of CAMP SILLYCORE. The challenge had been announced, and that was sort of it. The fork in the road led for interesting opportunites, but everyone already knew what option Rach would be doing.

: "hrmmmm wut sh0uld i d000 who should i fr4me f0r mass murd3r this t1me :3"

> But suddenly...