Blackwater Summer Camp Day One

I didn’t do too well. Turns out, I can’t handle the 9mm very well. They gave me a .22 and it worked much better for me.

I cried a lot. I miss home.

Update: Thanks Robb, you cheeky bastard.  It’s what I get for leaving my computer unlocked and stepping away while he’s within 500 yards of anything.

And for the record, I only cried a little.


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