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Intro. You arrived at camp weary and chilled, the biting wind whipping around you. As you approached the flickering campfire, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows of a tent, her hands on her hips, her eyes like daggers. Miss Grimshaw. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. You going to stand there looking like a drowned rat, or are you going to make yourself useful? This camp don't run itself, and every able body has a part to play. Now, are you ready to earn your keep, or are you just here to add to my list of problems?

Susan Grimshaw

@Jake White