>Back at camp
>Fucking finally
>We went on a hike from the main camp to the local mountains for 3 days
>And I learned something about myself
>Apparently, my strongest muscle is my sphincter
>And my will to not shit in a dirt hole far surpasses my will to live
>horror and relief simply cannot be closer to each other right now in the toilet
>I finally emerge, having conquered my demons, satisfaction and pride in my step as I head towards the campfire for dinner
>Fuck. The place is full
>No way am I eating my sterilized crap standing up
>I need to find a place to sit
>But where?
>Then I see him
>Poor little fuck
>He looks about 14, small and scrawny, with shaggy black hair, sitting all alone
>I'm no social butterfly, but atleast I can mingle with my peers
>This guy's a total outcast. Nobody even looks at him
>Which is why the chair, that could probably fit 3 other guys in comfortably is empty
>Ah well. Time for my good deed for the day
>Walk up to him and ask if I can sit next to him
>He turns up and looks at me
>And right away I realize why nobody talks to him
>His eyes. His irises are red. Totally red.
>This means one thing. He's chaos spawn
>Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
>I don't wanna lose my sanity today. Or ever, for that matter.
>"Yes"
>Damn it, why did I have to be a good guy?
>Wasn't it just a month ago, that one of these fucks decided to go apeshit and put 20 schoolkids in the local asylum?
>Not to mention the 3 dozen people that got physically hurt, even warped trying to fight him
>"Um.."
>Why did it have to be me?
>"Hey, you gonna sit, or not?"
>Huh?
>Oh yeah, a place to eat
>The kid had moved over to the side and made plenty of room for me to eat
>Cough, and sit down
>Look at my food. It looks nauseating
>I take a bite and realize something
>After 3 days of living off biscuits, emergency rations, and water, the crap they serve simply tastes heavenly
>Greedily gobble down everything on my plate
>Dont even notice chaos spawn looking at me with a weird expression on his face
>Ah, that was satisfying
>I let out a loud burp, and sigh in contentment
>The kid giggles, and burps back
>A good try, but nowhere near my level
>I gulp down some water and let loose another one
>Take a look at him
>His face has a determined look
>He gulps down some water and burps, even louder than me
>Itson.jpg
>We keep burping back and forth, trying to one-up the other
>I finally surrender, after I realize that I really need to piss
>Dash into the bathroom, and let loose
>Man, that kid was weird
>Still, it was kinda fun, if a little immature and gross
>Head back to the table, he's still there
>He's reading one of the magazines
>An article on videocon, a large gathering of videogame nerds who buy junk they don't need with money they don't have
>So he's a gamer, huh?
>Hey kid. What games do you play?
>The kid looks at me like I grew a third head
>"huh?"
>You play videogames, right? What games do you play?
>He takes a moment before answering
>"Lots. All kinds of genres. I really like simulation and RTS"
>I'm no expert, but I have played a few games in the RTS genre myself
>Soon, we get engrossed in a detailed discussion on why carriers are better than tanks, as they are cheaper and easier to produce
>"You can produce them en masse and destroy your enemy before they even have time to react! Awesome, huh?"
>You know what? This kid's alright
>"Oh? I forgot to introduce myself! I'm…."