Yet another sprawling campus invites us, a campus where
official signs on the walls ominously read "in case of emergency,
dial 666" A place where you can harvest the dreams of dead children
burning in the basement as you harvest their souls for a mail in refund
from Zahd himself.
Blood in the halls?
Donkey Piñata.
Ah, I smell the essence of the little ones.
Indeed, this must be hell, which means it is indeed time to play!
