mine was pretty cool. Scoutmaster and all the leaders were blue coller workers and former military guys, so we did cool shit. Turned me from a wimpy suberb kid into a normal person. Scoutmaster loved politics, so he dropped a shitton of redpills on us youngsters, didn`t believe him at the time, but realized some of it later. Got to go whitewater rafting (fucking hated it) rockclimbing, and got to go to a ton of historic sites in the US. Got to shoot a shitton of guns, and made some damn good friends. Best 7ish years of my life desu.
My troop died with me, sadly. I showed up to the new troop made out of the grave of my old one, and its a bit of a soccermom shitshow. Only one of the old leaders is still around, and wants to do cool stuff, but the fat autistic young kids wont do anything, and they have to cancel trips sometimes because they wont fucking pack proberly, and bring a fucking down winter jacket as their rain gear, and no mess kits or underwear or socks. This one soccer mom with 3 literally autistic kids, and 1 semi normal one (why not fucking quit when 2 come out for fucks sake) is trying really hard to become the scoutmaster, and its ruining everything.
fucking ingrediant lists mandatory, blowing any money on new gear and useless bullshit, rather than trips.
protip: the scouts don`t ruin troops, the shitty parents do
