After mistakenly entering the wrong screen at the local cinema Cauth and Proto found them selves in front of an educational film about a nudest holiday camp.  Enterprising fellows that they are, they decided to go camping.   Being sporting chaps, they invited an entire raid to join them in the "Mount Huge Holiday Camp".  Unfortunatly there appears to have been some spelling problem with the booking and the paradice camp site turned out to be little more than a last ditch attempt to save the world as we know it from a demon invasion.  In fact most UK campsites are not dissimilar in that respect.  Its not all bad though, Zenghi organised some aerobic excercise for us (all i'm saying is that mail clothes dont have fassenings designed for star jumps and boss fights).  After fending off the local trash we had a small tussle with Rage the absente camp owner who showed to tell us to keep the noise down.  After putting his concerns to rest we braced ourselves for some volleyball but we were out of time.  More on MH as we carry on camping

So with our borrowed 3 and 4 in hand, we went to a dance. First a quick spin with the host before the door opened and the usual crowds flooded in. There were the odd lanky types, a few bruisers and lots of transparent guys floating around. We thought we might throw out a hip, but an older crew just has staying power. Having drunk heavily during a miss spent youth, adulthood, middle age, old age and autumn years we were well prepared. The host was not, have you ever tried holding back the hair of a half dead medusa? We finally got her to lie down and rest.  With good deed for the day done it seemed right we should take all her possesions and even out our karma.

To summarise; The Garrison went out for a bash on the lash, didnt make a hash, no need for trash, killed Vashj, who was mashed, then went home and crashed. This club is empty lets move on the the next.