Dear Everybody,

Last night, Cyl mounted his annual raid on the camp next door. He left me and Tappet behind and brought along some new kids instead. We didn't mind because all three of these kids really seem to have a very serious problem with the other camp, though I think the big one just hates everything in general. Apparently one of the other campers was a biter, because Cyl came back with a mouth-sized piece of his shoulder missing. He threw up a few times, passed out for a while, and then woke up super mad and really hungry, so I guess he's back to normal.

Your pal,

Sir Roderick