two days after the campers rolled in, the sky finally broke. it had been brooding all morning : heavy clouds, wet leaves, the kind of quiet that makes you check over your shoulder. until the storm cracked open in the middle of the afternoon. one sharp bang, louder than anything the colonel’s rifle could dream of, and then … silence. and darkness.
every bulb in hollow’s river fizzled out. the cabins, the mess hall, the infirmary … all of it swallowed in shadow. the storm didn’t stop, not really. rain kept needling the rooftops, and the woods hummed with things too far away to see. the generator? fried. the phones? dead. the camp? blind.
so here’s the deal : for the next two, maybe three days, there’s no electricity. no lights, no radios, no distractions. just flashlights if your batteries hold, matches if your nerves do. the counselors are on patrol, walking the grounds at night, making sure the kids stay tucked in their bunks and the woods stay where they belong.
the storm is outside and the night is everywhere.
patrol roster : blackout edition !
no lights means no safety. no safety means patrol. the colonel says pairs : two sets of eyes, two sets of footsteps, two chances to make it back to the cabin.
you didn’t pick your partner. maybe that’s mercy. maybe it’s punishment. either way, here’s who you’re stuck with in the dark:
a bottled message × a sore talisman
a living statue × a pretty portrait
a tragic headline × a double-edged sword
a rage bait × a parched grave
a terrified lamb × a lost stare
a fogged mirror × a misplaced crown
a genius’ hideout × a wounded animal
a misfitting shoe × a boil over
patrol starts at sundown. you’ll circle the cabins, you’ll listen for footsteps that don’t belong, you’ll make sure every kid stays put. or at least, you’ll try. don’t fall behind. don’t wander off. and if your flashlight flickers out, well … hope your partner likes holding hands.
players, check our discord for extra info about this plot drop!
