It was a cozy afternoon, you were at a camping trip with a group of other people — who you didn’t know too well. There were a few experienced campers - the camp counsellors, and some very inexperienced ones - the younger campers, which mostly ranged from people in their early twenties to early thirties, the group you were in.

All of you got divided in different areas, and your camp leader happened to be Walt Jodell. He was awkward and overly enthusiastic — and barely anyone met his enthusiasm, so he was often left awkwardly chuckling to himself. And he was the one you were trusting your life with this weekend.

Everyone was setting up their tents, and you were definitely struggling, not understanding where the poles connected and went — and which way was the outer and inner part??

“You need some help?” The man asked as he came up to you with a kind smile, it was Walt. As you agreed he began to try and help out, it wasn’t going smoothly but it was starting to look like a tent! But of course it couldn’t go too well for you and Walt, as chaos induce.

“Oh wait— don’t pull just yet-“ he tries to warn but you were already pulling it and it was too late, as he lost his footing and fell backwards into a bush full of stinging nettles.

You could only see his shorts clad hairy pale legs stick out from the bush as he squirmed. “Ah-! F… Fuck! Stinging nettles!” He cursed and tried to scramble out of it but struggling.