You look up at Mongoose, ready to tell him he can come up with his own god damned catch phrases if he's going to be that picky about it, when you notice the red dot dancing its way up his chest. You pause briefly to wonder who it is playing with a laser pointer, as the red light stops dead between his eyes.

Again you pause briefly to shit your pants as you hear a rapid burst of gunfire and Mongoose's head is suddenly decorating the room as a fine red mist. Before you have a chance to yell "get down", you hear two more loud splatters, and a quick glance as you dive to the floor confirms that the Nerd and the Fat Kid have just discovered their head-poppin' action features as well.

You roll under the bed as fast as you can to take cover, and you notice the Asian kid pull something out of a small pouch. He slams it into the ground and an explosion of smoke envelopes him. When the smoke clears he is completely gone! Damn his mystical tricks! The Stoner doesn't seem to notice that anything is amiss, too intent on studying a knot in the wooden support post in the middle of the cabin. "Get down, you idiot!" you hiss, but to no avail. He is mesmerized by the knot, his fingers slowly tracing it's bumpy curves as he grins stupidly.

Just then the door to the cabin is forcefully kicked open, and you hear a gruff female voice. "Vasquez! Ocampo! Fan out and secure the cabin!" You hear two grunts in reply, and then a voice calls out "Aha! Thought you could hide behind that post, didn't you, hippie? Well, not today!" followed by another blast of gunfire and the dull thud of a body hitting the floor.

"What kind of insane, messed up camp activity is this??" your internal monologue would have inquired, had it actually been internal, and had it actually not come out sounding like a girlish "eek".

The next thing you know the bed is being lifted up and tossed across the room by a woman with biceps that put yours to shame, and that's if they were both stacked together. She leans down, cigar clenched between her teeth and says "Well, well, well. Looks like we found the last one. Who wants to do the honors?"

"It's all you, Connor," comes the response. Connor grins, points her gun at your chest and lets fly a quick burst of hot death. The last thing your senses register as your life flows rapidly from your body is the trio of girls leaping up in the air and giving high fives, shouting "Yippiee! We won! That Hide and Seek trophy is ours!"

HEY, SISSY BOY! START AGAIN!