The camp

Ah, the good old camp, your home for the summer. Shoddily built cabins and tall trees litter the small field. Everyone´s back at the full swing of it, the campers are cheerfully talking, eating, playing, and generally enjoying another day outdoors. A quick inspection reveals that all the empty huts are locked up tight. Great, the one time everyone decided to follow the rules...

Only you and Sabrina supervise the sometimes endearing, sometimes infuriating group (well, and the cook, but she barely counts). There was quite the wave of layoffs this year; you have to admit that the place is a bit understaffed.

The councilor cabin, your cabin, rests at the center of the camp. Even from the shore, you can tell that Sabrina is sitting next to the door, taunting you with her crocodile smile. Further beyond is the entrance, where the flag is proudly… not there for some reason.

The college is to the northwest of the camp, while the town is to the northeast. To reach each, you have to pass a small patch of woodland.

{if Ropa < 3} You see a couple of boys staring pretty intensely at your chest, waiting for your fingers to slip up. “My eyes are up here.” You say, annoyed.

“We aren´t looking at your eyes.” They reply. You grumble and keep walking.

{elseif Ropa < 5} “The full moon came early this month.” One of the campers say. You yelp and move both hands to cover your bottom.

“Told you she doesn´t dye her hair,” Sara tells her friends while pointing at your now exposed crotch. Squealing a bit, you hang your head. You don´t have enough hands for this.

{endif}