FissionMailed

[ A new room has been commandeered for the occasion on the infamous 12th floor. The scene of gorgeous, rolling green fields, and a sparkling blue lake with high-jumping fish has been decorated with a series of houses, barracks, forts, and other buildings made to last. There are more obstacle courses than one can actually count, a spacious dining hall, two buildings for state of the art shooting ranges, a screening room for the watching of masculine films, a few very hardcore theme park rides, a workshop overflowing with all kinds of technological odds and ends—and yes, a box of scraps like you wouldn’t believe. There’s a gym, multiple fireplaces, wood-cutting stations, barbeques, a forest for hunting, a building of classrooms designated for holding practical lessons in manliness, and plenty of boats and equipment for various water sports and fishing. Everything you could ever imagine being manly and being done at a camp, this place has the facilities for it. Best part? It's a haven from rabid fangirls.

A sign on the door reads two words in bold, almost unnecessarily large lettering:

MAN CAMP

Beneath the sign, a note had been tacked up.

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And now, of course, our hero arrives, carrying a boombox blasting “Eye of the Tiger”, extremely pleased with himself. ]

I love this nexus. I really do.
...'least today.

[hopping about, contemplating whatever a man of his infinite...man-child-ness?....would contemplate. and as such, is bounding along the 12th floors, opening random doors to kill time. While going about this, three guesses what he comes across...]



[theres comfy tables and chairs all over, trendy moodlighting, and, of course, a full stereo system with a library of instrumental songs and music, all hooked up to the stage and karaoke mic.]

[Q may or may not be like a kid in a candy store at the mo]


((THANKS, CHAT.))