Main Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

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Wesley somehow managed to make it all the way out to the campfire before he saw -- it. A cluster of enormous metal spiders. And on top of that, they all appeared to be trying to roast marshmallows over the fire.

He shrieked -- in a completely manly way, of course -- and suddenly felt incredibly grateful that he had never quite broken the habit of carrying a knife around with him, just in case. He had to hop around a bit to get it out of his shoe, but then he had it in hand and, with a battle cry that he certainly thought would sound fearsome, leapt forward and went after the little metal buggers.

Dear lord, they were tough.

[[Open campfire filled with moddable spiders, hooray!]]