It's 10:48 PM. I'm tired and sweaty. We played a game called "Mission Impossible" where it's like capture the flag and tag together.
We all have nicknames at the camp and mine is "Marshmallow" so I was running and this guy with blue hair (let's call him Daniel or somethin'. Well, his nickname is Blueberries) was chasing me through the woods and he was like "I'm coming for you, Marshmallow" in this weird, creepy tone.
I had to stop and laugh and just got caught.