it was a beautiful, summer morning at camp Wawanakwa. the birds were chirping like crazy, the waves from the dock of shame were softly hitting the many rocks in its stream, and overall...the day seemed almost perfect.

until...

Duncan was seen standing over by the boys cabin, holding his little knife he carried around. he wasn't doing anything with it, he was just looking around at all the campers, knife in hand.

"today is boring as hell." he muttered with an eye roll.