Three hours on a crappy bus packed with some of the most annoying looking kids you've ever seen.......You get to camp to find a ran down, rusted hell hole. Only one sign hangs in the gate, rust stains and hold oil paint still read the words "Camp Juvihell".

Councilors march kids to the bunks, and as you move closer to your assigned bunk you feel an intense since of dread. You step in to the door, that doesn't seem to shut or open quite right, you see.....a mess. Bunk beds falling apart, holes eaten through the walls by some unknown bug, cracks in the one window at the far wall.

Welcome to camp...........