Hello one, hello all! And welcome back to today's game show! Today, I have drawn a fox, named him Oro, for no apparent reason! [Read in game show announcer voice for full effect]

Oh yeah, and I also figured out how to use the gradient tool, which is pretty snazzy. Oh dear. I have never used that word before. I don't think I plan on it again... Unless the world ends.

Anywhosamawatchi, (I'll never use that again either... maybe), I went to camp! That was... Uhhh... Interesting? Dangerous? Certifiably insane? You can judge. Well, the 6th graders started a pranking war, and it was like a domino effect. Basically, me and my friend, TheFirestormOfLife, brought a ton of pranking supplies, like a bike lock, make-up, and a fake wooden snake. Well, Claire, or the Firestorm person mentioned, hid that fake snake under a girl named Hannah's pillow. Hannah took it out from under her pillow, and Abby later got ahold of it. She gave it to two 7th grade girls, who then took it to the 8th graders. That's when things got interesting.
The 7th graders screamed "A snake! I found a snake!"
The 8th graders didn't believe it for a second. So, the 7th graders threw the fake snake into the 8th grade room. Now, me and most of the 6th graders were in our room, when we heard a sound like thunder. Earthquake? No. Storm? No. Nuclear explosion? Could be.

It was a stampede of screaming girls, chasing the two 7th graders. That was a sight for the sore eyes.

But the 8th graders planned a revenge. Later on, me and Claire were in the karaoke room, standing in the corner and being socially awkward. If you want a definition of me and Claire together, it is: an extremely dangerous pair of socially awkward, not exactly politically correct, fandom-loving friends who would much rather be scaring the bananas out of people than watching people fail at karaoke. So yeah, me and Claire were being that definition, when we heard that something had happened in the 7th grade room. Me and Claire ran to the 7th grade room, to find it decorated beautifully with toilet paper and duct tape, with beds all over the place. Priceless.

However, I wish to know why somebody would be carrying duct tape with them. Thinking back, I probably should've checked the closet for duct-taped prisoners of the Crazy Camp.

Anyways, I hope you like the fox!

Hurricane: The snake prank was foxy.
Me: Oh no you don't! That's my line! I'll... I'll...
Hurricane: Good luck outfoxing me!
Me: HEY.
Hurricane: Canine hit you with a plate glass window?
Me: That one was just sad.
Hurricane: So yes? I can?
Me: Can you do what?
Hurricane: Hit you with a plate glass window.
Me: That's it. You need a psychologist. Immediately.
Hurricane: Can I bring a friend?
Me: Fine.
Spartina: Hallo.
Me: You're friends? Welcome, fellow tribute, to Drawing Shanagins! May the odds be ever in your favor! *mutters something unintelligible*
Spartina: What did you say?
Me: I said that you're probably gonna need a good psychiatrist.
Spartina: Why?
Hurricane: *runs into wall and then runs out of room, proceeds to run into door*
Me: No reason!
Spartina: Wait! What's that m-
Me: Gotta go! Byeeee!!!
Hurricane: *runs into wall again*
Spartina: Uhhh... Does she need help?
Me: Knowing her? Yep.
Spartina: And what's wrong with her, exactly?
Me: I designed her in my youth. Enough said. *shoves Spartina into closet* Byeeee!!!!