Closed RP
@camp-cameraman
“Aw fuck.”
Fuck indeed, for today was Thursday. Every third Thursday to be exact, meaning that it was Mids’ turn to venture into town to fetch supplies for the camp.
‘It’ll be fine!’ Mids said. ‘GPS’s are for SCHMUCKS.’ Mids also said. Welp...look who’s the schmuck now, Mids.
‘Tis you.
‘Tis the one who didn’t even bother to bring a compass along into the wilderness.
Luckily for this idiot, there appeared to be a clearing in the woods which lead to a quaint lodge. Aha! Perhaps Mids won’t have to eat their own arm after all!
Knocking repeatedly on the door, Mids called out. “Heelloooo?? Anyone there?? Non-cannibals are preferred, but not discouraged!!”