Young Male: Oh! It seems this is the entrance.
Reckless Male: Green Lake Campsite. We are now at the ... Green Lake. vomits
Michael, a self-explanatory Fool. He leads the life of a clown in front of his popular peers, like a companion animal to them.
He has turned himself into one of those chattering gong-holding monkeys, clowning around with a head filled with junk food, alcohol, and psychedelic potions.
Muscular Male: Green Lake Campsite. I hope we can find a clean and vast lake here to swim, with or without a swimsuit!
Muscular Male: See my muscles? The young ladies will all crazily scream for these puppies. Woof, woof, woof!
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Freddie, an Athlete. Captain of the school's rugby team. An ostentatious, self-centered, and annoying narcissist.
He is in the prime of his life, a period which will be recalled repeatedly and eagerly decades later, like a drunk man obsessively licking the salt off the snacks.
Young Male: Damn Freddie, for one second in your life, could you please stop thinking about taking your pants off?
Jason, the young Scholar. He is the teachers' favorite student: straight A's, clever, reliable, and logical.
He pays more respect to girls than most of the idiotic men do. His interest is reading those encyclopedias or looking into some strange science stuff.
Gentle Female: You can wipe your face with this, Michael. We will get to the camp soon.
Anne, the Virgin. There is a non-aggressive, harmless amount of gentleness and beauty in her that you don't get to see much of in this crazy time.
She was born and raised in a faithful Christian family, along with other sisters. She attends the reading session held in her community every weekend.
Girl with Blonde Hair: ... Lower your voices. Enough shouting!
Girl with Blonde Hair: I'm still hungover, so don't mess with me, and everybody will stay happy. Understand?
Blonney, reckless and dumb, a typical Blondie. Always indulging herself in alcohol, beautiful clothes, and other vain pleasures.
She was luckily born into a wealthy family and raised by doting parents. People call her sweetheart or honey, nothing else.
Blonney: Now, we are going to ... Bonfire Camping Area? Right? Where's our guide?
Blonney: Just to be clear, Uncle Eli lent us the place, but he did also mention it's a bit neglected. See, you know what to expect.
Blonney: When we get there, clean up the house and leave the best bedroom to me. You can choose from the rest.
Freddie: Michael will be glad to help you, sweetie.
Blonney: Take Anne with you. A girl would know to attend to details.
One day, she will pay for her doings. One day.
These young people cross the woods and head toward the campsite.
When they arrive, they make a fire, sit down in a circle, and tell stories—just like how other people would enjoy camping.
Michael: They were all dead. Their heads were hung at the treetop. It wasn't until a week later were they found by other campers.
Michael: Murderer? No, there was no murderer. At least, nobody has ever seen one. Some said it was done by a person who has long lost his humanity, that he was possessed by some demonic spirits and therefore ... immortal ...
Freddie: Michael, you fool! Stop telling such a dumb story! Come maintain the bonfire! Idiot!
Michael: But I haven't finished the sto- ...
Michael: No, uh, I mean, alright! On my way!
Michael: Hey, do you guys smell anything? Something quite gross, like putrid ...?
His smile freezes as another wave of car sickness washes over him.
Michael: Oh fk! Holy mother fking god! Oh gosh I just saw its viscera ...? Uggh, ahh ... vomits ...
Freddie: Jeez! F you! Don't throw up on me! Michael, you damn jerk, ugh!
Jason: Step back!
Jason: This is a badger. Judging from the degree of putrefaction, it died at least a week ago.
Jason: Blonney, did your uncle mention any beasts living in the woods?
Jason: Blonney? Blo- ... Oh my goodness! They sneaked away again? In this very moment?
Anne: Well, I think so. She left with Freddie when Michael started puking.
The two young people who are away from the others are now in each other's arms.
Blonney: Oh, heh heh! You're naughty! Stop that!
Freddie: Heh heh, yeah? I can push this further. You see, I will ...
Freddie: Uggh ... Aaahhhh ...
???: ...
Freddie: Help! Help ...
Blonney: Ahhh ...!
Blonney: Ahhhhhh!!!
