Romans are fun-loving people. (Megan writes a disclaimer and an intro)

Dear readers,

Sure, you have all officially decided because of the writings of a certain middle-aged man from Texas (which, by the way, I do not own in any way, shape, or form) that the Roman campers are obedient, refined, and warlike. Yes, that's true, but the 'Good Romans' mask we put on is just barely big enough to hide the antics underneath. What you are about to read is a series of random moments and memories that happened at Camp Jupiter. There will be no highly graphic content, no mushy love stories, and no utterly Mary-Sue characters. This is the legionnaire's account of what the camp is like underneath the 'warrior' masks.

It will be advised that some of these things will be completely and utterly random, stretching from a few days after the Titan War gets out to the time the praetor disappears in chronological order. A few Greeks or mortals may not understand our traditions, i.e. armpit noises in the marching band or settling disputes in unusual ways. Most of all, if any caring person out there has an amazing memory of a random thing happening at Camp Jupiter, I will take suggestions.

Each entry will be preceded by at least one entry from the Legionnaire's Handbook for the 21st Century, the Camp Jupiter Almanacs from 2010 or 2011, Terminus's Big Huge Encyclopedia of Rules and Conduct, or another reliable source that will better explain the moment.

Sincerely,
Megan Harper
3rd Cohort
~SPQR~