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2nd campaign
[It's the middle of the night, and when a man has a craving for a piece of pie, there's no other cure for it than having that piece of pie. Why the hell not? It's a magic castle, apparently, and that's a thing that can happen.
So there is a man standing in the kitchen, dressed in a suit--you won't find him dressed any less--and eating a piece of pie. Turns out that magic pie is actually pretty great.
He has his journal open on the counter before him as he thumbs through it casually as if it was just a newspaper. Then, a thought occurs to him, one that has nagged at him since his arrival, and he flips to a blank page.]
Aside from any personal sense of accomplishment, is there any point to working at all while we're here?
Do any of you work here? Or are you all considering this one big happy vacation?
Or... vacations. Someone please tell me that summer camp was a one time thing.
So there is a man standing in the kitchen, dressed in a suit--you won't find him dressed any less--and eating a piece of pie. Turns out that magic pie is actually pretty great.
He has his journal open on the counter before him as he thumbs through it casually as if it was just a newspaper. Then, a thought occurs to him, one that has nagged at him since his arrival, and he flips to a blank page.]
Aside from any personal sense of accomplishment, is there any point to working at all while we're here?
Do any of you work here? Or are you all considering this one big happy vacation?
Or... vacations. Someone please tell me that summer camp was a one time thing.

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