Bloody Idiot, Part III

It must be the end of Augustitis or things coming in threes or something.

Saturday night at the G (of which more possibly anon if I can be arsed). I was chasing a bloke around camp who had come dashing out of the command tent to cries of "Stop him!". Dodge. Get repelled. Recover. Resume chase. Dive unintentionally as I trip over a pavilion's guy rope. Hit the long "stay" guy rope chin first. Sustain rope burn.

Ethan ex Mercere will show some sign of his long life and adventures next weekend.