It's Tenebris the 20th, 1963. You rose through the ranks in the 3rd Noob Division and decided that becoming a crayon muncher is going to be the next big chapter in your life. (I never played the Camp Parion game so I'm gonna assume that this is a coastal installation)

(Make-up bot for the deleted Naramo bot. SPRINGTON WILL PREVAIL! Also, crayon munchers unite!)