Dear Journal,
After spending a few weeks in the infirmary, I was finally discharged.
...And then the minute I got home, Meiko dumped a couple suitcases into my arms and told me that
Nobody wants to deal with your recovery so they dumped the problem on someone else
I probably couldn't get the help I definitely needed after the whole Tei incident and I was being sent to "Therapy Camp" for a few weeks to get some help before the trauma got worse.
Not that it didn't already pile onto what you already have
To my surprise, Fukase was there--when I asked him why, he said he and Piko went on a canoe ride, got lost, and somehow ended up there.
When I asked where Piko was, he said he got snatched by a rival camp and apparently everybody was going on a raid that night to get him back.
Luckily I snuck a flamethrower with me, so I was able to join in.
We used Guerilla Warfare on the camp--well, we started with Guerrilla Warfare, but apparently the other camp figured we'd strike at night, and they did the exact same thing as a counterattack.
Just to clarify, we used paintballs, not actual bullets.
Anyways, some of us managed to sneak inside during the chaos, and Fukase and I ran around setting fires (in the firepits) to throw people off.
The search for my boi (aka Fukase's BOOOOOOYYYYYYYFRIIIIIIIEEEEEEEND (every time I would say something akin to that they would shut me up but I think we all ship it at this point)) continued, and eventually we found him hiding--well, more like stuck under a collapsed tent.
Rescue Mission was a success; all we had to do was sneak back out.
That was a struggle, but one good thing about our camp ensued a win:
Our camp had children.
And children are ruthless animals--you can imagine what happened.
Thus, we were able to return to camp--also with several people who decided to transfer to the winning side.
That was Night One.
--Gumiya
