Union Camp

Despite my assertions that I'm a nice, decent young man who's friendly, honest, and probably the nicest guy around, nobody seems to be buying my crap. I identified correctly the skirt chasers in my group and had some fun exposing their sets before they turned on me and called me Grand Master. Perfect. And during SP night when some joker flirted outrageously with a girl in our group, a wise-ass labeled him "Shaun No. 2".

Willie, a fellow counciller, happily told a few freshie girls to "stay away from this guy" while pointing at me. Great.

I'm having fun though :)