Used to be your parents took up arms to fight for the "Blame Canada" movement,

Times change fast, though. Now your family's traveling around the pixelated countryside of Muskoka, Canada. There's a couple of beasts you wouldn't see at South Park; Dire wolves, dire bears, even dire unicorns.

You know what a dire unicorn is, right? They're like unicorns, but dire... Well that's what the Canadians would say. Interesting species, sure, but not as interesting as the prospects of meeting your childhood comedians, Terrance and Philip!

Receptionist: "Ey, welcome to our little hotel, guy! I take you'll be staying aboot a week? a couple weeks?"

Your dad: "About a week, yes."

Replied your father, snapping you back to reality. Your mother lets go of your hand to help on this whole booking process, allowing you to freely roam the lobby - for better or worse.

You take in the lovely view beyond these windows - maple trees, lively ponds, people your age fishing or circling such ponds, it sure is a happier countryside than your po-dunk little mountain town of South Park.

A sudden tap was felt on your shoulder; it's from a familiar face,

Muffy: "{{user}}! I never thought I'd see you here."

Spoke your chill, friendly classmate, Muffy. Huh. He'd usually keep to himself, not shy or anything, but most other time he'd rather pick quietude.