Day 5 (Evening)
  Capture the flag was tonight! This could be really good, or extremely deadly. We were all lined up, and we all got to be separated into two teams, red and blue. Goose ate too much sugar beforehand, and she is running around the room erratically, and running into walls. Oh, and she just ran into a pole. How'd that get there? I'm going to pretend I don't know. I totally didn't put it there in hopes of someone running into it. Why would I do that?
  Anyways, I just got put on the red team. They gave me a red bandana to tie around my head. I tied it around my head. My head is now on fire. And Geo is throwing corn kernels at it. I went from being a scary death monster to being a popcorn machine in a matter of seconds. That's a record. Geo now has a flaming bandana tied to his horn. Games starting! Gotta go!
...
That was... You know, I don't think there is a word for it. But holy guacamole, it was crazy. They gave me another bandana, and suddenly, I'm a
phoenix, burning bright and beautiful and explode-in-your-face-forcefully. So, anyway, we were being briefed on the rules, and someone blew a foghorn. I had a heart attack. They said that one blow of the foghorn would signal the start of a game, two signaled the end. So, basically, one heart attack: start of game. Two heart attacks: end of game, the other team won, and it's time to go burn their underwear and luggage.
  And off we went! The game had started. I ran over to a fence and began climbing it, so that I could stealthily invade the other side. I finally managed to get to the top of the fence without breaking my face, and I smelled something smoky. The fence promptly disintegrated. I fell over gracefully. Not really. I flipped on my face and ate dirt. It tasted like dirt. With a hint of earthworm and a subtle taste of pepper.
Later, I got trapped behind a cement wall in a cemetery. Why they had a cemetery at a summer camp, I don't know. But I was trapped with a guy and a girl dragon who wouldn't stop chatting.
I promptly yelled, "WOULD YOU STOP TALKING TO YOUR MOM?!"
And he said, quite offended, "She's my girlfriend!"
Oops. I meant to say girlfriend. I think, anyways. We got found, thanks to my yelling, according to Mr. She's-not-my-mom. I personally think it was his fault. No one wanted to tag me out, so they grabbed a stick and poked me with it, which resulted in it exploding in flame. I went to jail.
Not jail jail, but game jail.
Somebody had to poke me with another stick to get me out, which resulted in is leaving the other teams side on fire again.
When I was free, I took off. I ran and ran. Faster and faster. And I tripped on a rock. Not a big problem, until I went flying into a tree. I peeled myself off the tree trunk, and saw a flaming indention of yours truly stamped on to it. And then the entire freaking thing burst into a large, tree-shaped fireball. My scales really didn't like me today, apparently.
I charged away from the tree, just in case any more angry woodland creatures came out to "play". Aka: Kill me to death. And then I ran into a lake. Unbelievable. Would it KILL the counselors to take out 30 seconds to say, "Oh yeah, there's a large lake on the edge of the woods, be careful not to fall in!"
My scales immediately cooked a bunch of fish around me. Wonderful. I'd now been a popcorn machine AND a cooktop. All in one night.
Geo came bursting out of the woods and leapt into the water, followed by a swarm of angry bees and some frustrated owls. Man, wildlife was out to kill him. As soon as he leapt in, he yelled and leapt out, only to get chased back in.
"HOT HOT HOT!!!" he yelled.
"Well I'm kinda boiling this water right now! Maybe if you wanted hotdogs, I'd be helpful, but you're a dragon, so GET OUT OF THE WATER!!! Bees aren't going to hurt you! You have scales! And the owls don't attack!" I responded.
He leapt out of the water. And he LIVED. Imagine that.
He smiled sheepishly.
"I'm just gonna... gonna lay... down..." he started.
And then he passed out. Apparently he's not good at this thing called stress. I rolled my eyes, and then threw some leaves on his face, arranged like a smiley face and a mustache.
Suddenly, I heard two foghorn toots. I flew back to the gym, where we'd started.
The counselors said that the blue team had won, but I didn't care. However, I did kinda care when they read of the Missing In Action. Geo was still missing (imagine that), and someone named Pitch. And a freak accident had caught the blue teams side on fire, a lake was somehow boiling, and squirrels were chasing dragons, their home tree had been mysteriously destroyed. Who KNOWS how THAT happened, right? Well, I have to go calm Goose down. She apparently got stuck in a tree when she was hyped up on sugar.

-Peril