a. don't go into the light [If it weren't for the dreamlike feeling of all of this, Max would almost think he just wandered too far from Camp. But of course that's not it, because that'd mean he actually finally got away from that hellhole and he should be so lucky.
In his dreams, huh?
Then this whole deal with the lights happens. He squints as he tries to figure out just who and/or what he's dealing with, but it's near impossible to make anything out. Visually, anyway. What he hears is a different story.]
What the...?
[It's hard to mistake all those voices for anything else. That sure does sound like a bunch of the guys from camp calling for... help. His help. Further into the spooky looking woods. With the strange lights.
...
Max takes one look at this whole situation and turns right the fuck back around.]
Oh, fuck this!
b. no swiping [So are you enjoying your time on weird dream island? The answer to that is probably no, you're not, because as you're minding your own business, suddenly there's a thwack! right near you. That noise would be a crudely sharpened stick, which just barely misses you and instead bounces off a nearby tree.
This is immediately followed by the appearance of one (1) very grumpy looking child.]
Goddammit, I missed! [He looks awfully frustrated. And almost pissed at you for existing right here in this spot.] Wasn't even one of those foxes. Figures.
max | camp camp
[If it weren't for the dreamlike feeling of all of this, Max would almost think he just wandered too far from Camp. But of course that's not it, because that'd mean he actually finally got away from that hellhole and he should be so lucky.
In his dreams, huh?
Then this whole deal with the lights happens. He squints as he tries to figure out just who and/or what he's dealing with, but it's near impossible to make anything out. Visually, anyway. What he hears is a different story.]
What the...?
[It's hard to mistake all those voices for anything else. That sure does sound like a bunch of the guys from camp calling for... help. His help. Further into the spooky looking woods. With the strange lights.
...
Max takes one look at this whole situation and turns right the fuck back around.]
Oh, fuck this!
b. no swiping
[So are you enjoying your time on weird dream island? The answer to that is probably no, you're not, because as you're minding your own business, suddenly there's a thwack! right near you. That noise would be a crudely sharpened stick, which just barely misses you and instead bounces off a nearby tree.
This is immediately followed by the appearance of one (1) very grumpy looking child.]
Goddammit, I missed! [He looks awfully frustrated. And almost pissed at you for existing right here in this spot.] Wasn't even one of those foxes. Figures.