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Wauna La-Mon’tay Lodge
Long ago, in the dim ages, in the valley of the Willamette lived a young brave who was not brave at all. He cowered in his corner, hunched over a glowing box he used to communicate with the rest of the world. Hours and hours of each day were spent scrolling through pictures with funny captions, videos of kittens, and mad rantings of odd creatures from a distant land who are known only as “Internet trolls.”
One day, the young brave was dismayed to find that his mother had removed his glowing box. She told him that she would only give it back once he had gone out into the village to make friends with other youths. Fearing he would never have a chance to cower in his corner again, the boy obeyed, scampering nimbly through the woods toward the village.
The youth wandered the streets, searching for young men similar to himself, but he struggled to find anyone with similar interests to his own. He searched high and low, shyly inquired if others had seen young braves like him, all the while becoming more dismayed. Just as all hope seemed lost, the youth saw a familiar glow from around the corner.
He turned down the alleyway to find a motley crew of young men, all cowering over glowing boxes, their skin as pale as the face of the moon, as if they had never seen the sun before. The young men welcomed him in and introduced themselves as the Section W-1S Communications Team. They explained to him the high ideals they believed in, and the glorious quest they had been gifted by the section. The young brave grinned from ear to ear, knowing that he had finally found a place where he truly belonged.