There are few more joyous outcomes than killing a camper with his own traps.

This halfwit camped in the castle and used the phone every 30 seconds for twenty minutes, giving me plenty of time to sneak around and defuse countless traps across the perimeter entrances, in bottle necks, hidden on paths, tucked in behind walls. Death traps everywhere. As he spent his evening spamming the phone while waiting for me to blow up, I got busy creating my own death traps with his explosives, in five tactically smart locations, hoping he'd eventually get bored of camping in the castle and come for a look.

He did.

It was the last thing he ever did.

krol1jakub - I hope you learned your lesson.

BOOOOOM!