Tucked back behind the “livin’ lot,” away from public access, lies the campgrounds’ cemetery. Burned into our eyeballs is the image of Lady Death coming back for “Bag O’ Bones,” our infamous pet. We didn’t expect Death herself to raid it and pick this runt as mascot for the apocalypse, though. Fly away little fella, kill it all. We’ll cheer you on!
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