Maguire's Marauders This was the camp I was in. I'm hoping to be in it again next year, this time for land grab, or at least part of it. Arial photo of the camp. Here's a picture of our camp. It's not thrilling, but this picture doesn't show the shower we had set up, and it can't quite show the shade and icewater we so needed. What else would you do with an unneeded can of whipped cream? In the night, someone promoted our nice little smiley face into a duke. Apparently, the culprit came by near the end of Pennsic to claim his work. The camp thought the change was pretty amusing. As seen in the last issue of the War Chronical: "From the ladies of Maguire's Marauders: ``Si habes mentulam magnum quam equo, intro pete." If you don't know latin, you can get a translation, but don't say I didn't warn you. Ki-lin. She spoiled us all with treats for most of the war. This is Jon himself, our camp's master. He created all the things to keep us comfy, and brought the Big Shade Tent. This was a typical pose of his, when he wasn't in spiffy garb at night. None of those pictures came off, though. This is Christine, aka Krista. She's the one who brought me into the camp, and I thank her again for inviting me. Christabol (spelling?) -- our camp servant, who saved us with ice and water.

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