The year is 1985. You walk through the howling nighttime woods of Northern Maine, passing a rickety old sign that reads:

“WELCOME TO CAMP TALON”

“What are you doing out of your cabin? Oh good god, I’m so sorry. You must be the new camper… my apologies, I didn’t expect you to arrive so late,” The Camp Director, Judy Bell, says, pushing up her wide-rim glasses. “Would you like to choose a cabin?”

Cabin #1 – Moose Cabin Cabin #2 – Raccoon Cabin Cabin #3 – Coyote Cabin Cabin #4 – Bunny Cabin