This is set in Cynara’s Doomsday Academy, several years after its founding.

“This is camping club.” Cynara settled herself on top of one of her now-infamous chests. “You may wonder, ‘why camping?’ After all, it’s a hobby for what we once called first-world hobbyists.”

She looked around the club. The older students were smiling. They knew this routine by now. The new kids looked impatient, like she was making Dad Jokes.

Well, then. She smiled, the one Howard called the Mink Smile. “The thing is, ‘camping’ is really ‘surviving outside of civilization.’ And if you’ve heard anything at all about me, well, then you know survival is what I’m about.”

She had caught their attention, but, then again, they’d come here for a reason. “Welcome to camping club. Your first assignment is to gather everything you need to survive a day and a night in the wilderness – in under ten pounds of carry weight.”

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