"They found another one."
"Are you sure?"
The counselor gravely nodded.
It was hard to tell when everything got out of hand. A couple of weeks ago, the cook reported a set of knives missing from the kitchen. It was dismissed as a prank, but soon it was discovered that this was no prank. Not after finding one of those knifes in the back of said cook. Somebody, or something, was out to make sure that nobody left camp alive.
The head counselor shook his head. "OK, put it with the other ones." he told the counselor. "Wait, hold on a second," he said, standing to meet the counselor at the door of his office. "Tell everybody to meet in the common room." He requested. The counselor nodded and left.
It was a shocking sight to see the dwindling number of counselors and campers that had assembled. What was once the largest turnout for camp in years had been whittled away to only a small number. The head counselor addressed the collected members of Camp Scum Lake:
"As you all know, somebody, or something, is slowly whittling down the ranks of our members. All that are left are in this room." The twelve survivors looked at each other suspiciously. "The proper authorities have been identified," the Head Counselor continued, "but they are still several days away from our location. We must take action ourselves to prevent any more senseless violence. Let's talk amongst ourselves about what we've seen, and what we know about each other. If we can get a majority to agree to it, we'll throw one person out of the camp."
The assembled all nodded their head, and then eyed each other warily...
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