I mentioned in last week’s postscript that I would be at summer camp that day. Before I went, I thought about doing a summer camp stories post like I did last year but didn’t really think it was going to happen. And then camp happened, like it always does, and there were unexpected moments, like there always is. Here are a few of them.
If you don’t know what Mafia is, here’s a short explanation:
Everybody is assigned a role. The standard ones are Mafia, Detective, Nurse, and Villager. You decide how many of each there are depending on how many people are playing, but the majority should be Villagers. The Mafias choose one person to kill of each round, the Detectives choose one person to inspect if they are the Mafia, the Nurses choose one person to heal. If there are multiple Mafias, Detectives, and Nurses, they knew who their partners are, but nobody else knows.
The Mafias are trying to win by killing a certain number of people in the group, and everybody else is trying to win by figuring out who the Mafias are and voting them off. Finally, there’s a Narrator who runs everything.
If you’re still like what is going on?, here’s a video of people playing it.
In volume one, I talked about how I don’t think Mafia is that fun, and I still don’t really, but this time around it was surprisingly good. It was because people were being insanely goofy and also because we added extra roles.
We had a Vigilante, who only had one shot they could use during any round of the game. That one is not that unique, but we also made up a completely random role of a person who won it all if they were voted off the first round. If they didn’t, they just turned into a normal Villager. Getting purposefully voted off right at the start is really difficult, but the last time we played it, that person actually won. Everybody else was like what????
I also talked about this game in last year’s post. Resistance is an actual board game you can buy, but besides the first time I played, we’ve always used regular cards and created makeshift versions of it. If you don’t want to DIY it, here’s the legit way to play.
I would say Resistance requires more skill and teamwork and manipulation than Mafia, but both can get equally heated and loud. If you have friends who would get super into, I recommend either of these games. They’re hilarious and fun and the reasons behind some of my favorite memories.
But if you have friends who can get a little too competitive, maybe stay away from Resistance. Dude, the betrayal can get fierce in that game.
The last night of camp, we always have Campfire. The name is misleading because it’s inside, and there’s barely any fire at all-just a couple of candles. It’s also called Testimony Night, which is a much more accurate name.
Everybody spreads out on the ground on two sides of a pretty large room. The middle space is left empty except for a mic. The lights are turned off. At the front, two couselors sit on the stage with one guitar between them. Every now and then, they quietly lead a few worship songs. Without the pianos or drums or the rest of the instrumentals, it’s almost entirely floating voices. It’s beautiful and amazing.
The rest of the time, campers go up and just talk. Every time someone stands up, they’re followed by clapping and shouting as they make their way over sprawled legs and hands to the mic and as they go sit back down too. People talk about the really hard things that they’ve gone through. They talk about how completely worth it God is. They talk about not feeling God’s presence at all. They talk about how God has changed them. They talk about not believing in God. They talk about how awesome camp is. They cry.
Until this year, I’ve never gone up. I’ve always said to my friends and to myself that I would only go up there if I had something to say. Did I really think that would happen? I don’t know. Not really. But this year it did. Beforehand I felt very nervewracked, and even minutes after I had sat back down, my whole body kept chattering.
I don’t remember exactly what I said, but the following is pretty close to it:
I know most people just come up here and talk, but I don’t think I could do that, so I’m going to read off of here. (gestures at notebook) This story is about this week, but it starts last year. Last year I remember looking at the dates for this DCCYC and talking to my friends about how it wasn’t going to end on Father’s Day that year, that it got pushed back a week compared to what it has been for the past few years. I remember thinking it was weird and then not thinking about it again.
Then this year, two weeks ago, I twisted my ankle while playing volleyball. It wasn’t anything serious at all, but as twisted ankles go, I think it was on the worst side. I wasn’t able to walk on my foot until last Saturday, so if camp had been last week, I would’ve had to come in crutches and no matter how amazing DCCYC is, there is no way I could’ve walked from Shady Glen to here to meals to everywhere in crutches. It’s already hard enough as it is.
I don’t know why camp was pushed back, but if it hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have been able to come. And that was completely God. I hope this small example of how I saw God showing up in my life helps you see how God is working in yours. Thank you.
Do you have any camps this summer?
How do you play Mafia?
What games do you and your friends play?