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some crooked mile sketches! lee n charlie… charlie is a street kid witch who’s marked her face up to try and be taken seriously by the gangs, like many witches who want to flaunt their power do. it’s seen as flashy in some circles, but does make people think twice before messing with openly scarred witches 

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A Dispatch from Planet Unschooling by Peggy Pirro

this blog post is a perspective of etusc from one of our parent volunteers written after our very first year of camp. it remains one of my very favorite things ever written about it. we’ve added a bit to our numbers since then and had to change locations but the rest remains the same. click the link to read the whole post.

“…I knew this was going to be a different sort of camp than the one I attended when I was fourteen.  The one with the bland meals in the big mess hall, and Reveille at sunrise, and mandatory Vespers on Wednesday, and forced bonhomie, and too-bad-for-you-if-you-don’t-like-hotdogs, and adult staff hovering everywhere, keeping the rabble campers in line.

And I was right.  This camp was nothing like that.

First of all, there were only a few rules.  Like, no food in the cabins, morning and evening check-ins, hiking partners for hikes, quiet hours after 11 p.m. 

But no lights-out-by-whenever, so night owls were free to stay up as late as they liked, as long as they got up for morning check-in.  And instead of Reveille blaring over the camp loudspeakers at dawn, those who needed help waking up were serenaded at their cabin door by counselors singing Bohemian Rhapsody.  And they were free to return to bed after check-in.  Take that, Camp Arthur G. Hough.

There was a schedule of activities listed daily on a whiteboard.  They were led by the counselors, by the campers, and by Laura. They were all optional. You could go to a few, or all of them, or none of them.  But they were all so intriguing, how could you not go?  And so the lodge was full of kids taking part in discussions of the Myers-Briggs personality types, of college, of long-distance friendships, of relationships with siblings.  They met up for hikes to the waterfall, and kayaking, and swimming, and the zipline. They showed up for a couples-dancing workshop, a belly-dancing workshop, a zine-making workshop, and a two-hour soapstone carving workshop that ended up lasting two days as everyone kept going back to do one more.

And then there was the spontaneous stuff, like the ever-morphing games of Werewolf that grew to encompass nearly the entire camp. And the music jams, the walks along the creek, the late-night conversations in the lodge.

There was good food, much of it locally sourced, almost all of it made from scratch. Muffins from recipes, not from boxes. Lasagne noodles rolled out on a pasta machine.  Fresh vegetables.  Meals were served at set times, but there was always a big bowl of fruit and chips and granola bars on the counter, and shelves in the kitchen where campers could stash their own snacks for between-meal noshes. The kitchen never closed, and there was a late-night staffer whose job was to stay up until the last camper wandered off to bed…”

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!!!   THIS SCENE MIGHT BE A SPOILER   !!!

(The Wolf Among Us: Episode 3 - A Crooked Mile)

I couldn’t handle it, I just had to try Bloody Mary too! I freaking hate and love this character and the same time XDD She’s such a cool b**ch isn’t she?! I had so much fun dubbing this! 

Hope you’ll like it ♥ 

See ya

♫ Bloody Mary: DrunkenSchokomuffin

♫ Others: Original Voice Actors

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