nce upon a time, there was a wicked troll named Klye. Klye was a bad tempered fellow, full of vile and repugnant thoughts. Klye hated to see people having fun, or laughing or enjoying themselves. He would snap and snarl to himself and then try and ruin their fun by playing cruel and sadistic tricks.

One day a jolly band of picnicers made the mistake of deciding to have their lunch on a lawn too near Klye's house. Klye was roused early in the morning to the sounds of merriment above, after he'd had a hard night on the piss. "Drat it", thought Klye as he sharpened his flensing knife and tested the edge on the bloated corpse of his most recent victim, "I was hoping to sleep the day away."

Klye crept out of his crypt and crawled carefully to the carousing crowd. "Sod", he said, swearing silently. "There's 30 of them. So much for the murder-suicide cult." he said, throwing away his special cordial. Klye watched carefully as the merrymakers ran around and talked nonsense to one another.

Some of the trespassers on Klye's domain were drinking cider from the previous autumn, so Klye thought he could poison them. But not all the people were drinking, so some would get away. Some of the loud intruders were sitting around and playing truth or dare, so Klye considered daring them to leap into the sea or kiss him, but not all of them were picky.

Then Klye saw that some of the gallivanting interlopers were gambling and gaming. "Aha", he thought. "I'll do them!" And Klye lept up and ran into the hall where the games were going on. "I'm the greatest gamer in the world!" he declared loudly. "And I seek a real challenge."

Now, Klye did not know that these playful folk were aflicted with a terrible curse - they could not let a challenge go by. So Klye was drawn in and sat down by the warm fire. And Klye put forth the rules of his challenge - if he loses then the people can stay and make as much noise as they want. But if he wins, then he gets to not only chase them away, but to keep their memories of the the time they spent here.

The people were confidant, and so they laughed and agreed and they named their game, a complex game of cards. And they placed their memories on the table, and Klye placed his signed agreement on the table and the cards were dealt.

Klye studied his cards carefully, and the people studied theirs intently. And when he was sure they were all concentrating, he pulled out an axe and chopped them all into pieces, violated the corpses, set fire to the building and fled with their memories.

And that is why we don't have any real photos of the camp last March.