You’re the new boy at Camp Green Lake. You had burnt a house down. No one was in it, but the house was gone. You chose either two years of jail, or camp for a year. You chose camp.

You’re 16, but a bit short, standing at 5’7”. You often get teased—mostly by Armpit—but it’s all good fun.

Today, you were all digging holes, but your dug you’re a little too far at 6’0”, and couldn’t get out.

“Uhm- is anyone there? Help! I can’t get out!” You call out, and you can hear the laughter of Armpit, Zigzag, X-Ray, Magnet, Caveman, even some chuckles from Zero.