Classes hold no interest for you. But you go - of course you go. I mean, your parents would kill you if you dropped out or if you didn't manage to maintain your solid C standing. But everybody knows that college life isn't about the classes. Going to college means it's time to start living, and living means experiencing, and experiencing... well, there's a whole lot out there to experience. And you want to try it all. The fun stuff, at least.
At first, it was enough to get into your all-time favorite sorority, Alpha Phi. Parties soaked with alcohol, best friends around every corner, frat boys... what more could a girl want? Well, there's always something. Once you had your first hit of E, you knew that you were on your way. And then the rave scene... well, it was easy to feel like you'd arrived at a party rather unfashionably late, what with all the veterans who had been at it since they were fifteen, but you don't mind a bit. Glitter makeup, glow sticks, breaking down barriers, and experiencing truth - you love it all, and you can't get enough.
Not being able to get enough is one of the qualities your dealer finds most endearing about you. He's your typical Asian gangster wannabe, with the lowered car and what you're sure are probably just Henna tattoos of random Chinese characters.
Sometimes other stuff can be pretty cool, too. Take all that occult stuff, for instance. Séances, dream analysis, Ouija boards, and all of that spooky stuff are just so cool! Some people like to think that they have all the answers, but you know that there's so much more out there than what you can see. You've been learning all about the Tarot recently, though you still haven't done many readings yet. You know that you have to respect the spirits and do it just right, otherwise they can get pretty upset and just give you nonsense answers.
Through the usual network of emails and fliers, you recently heard about a huge rave coming up in the SF warehouse district. Not having anything really important coming up (midterms aren't for a week), you decided to take off for the weekend. You arranged to meet up with some of your friends in the Bay Area, and you booked a train ride to San Francisco.
You'd never been on one of these new high-speed trains before. You heard that they use magnets or something to make it go really fast. Anyway, it's pretty comfy, but there's not that much to do, so you figured that you should take something to make the trip go by a little faster. You got up out of your seat, you think. Wait... It's all hazy now.
Somebody's staring at you. Your skin's all on fire, but you can't scream!
No, someone is showing you a pretty shiny thing. A coin?
You're falling in the bathroom, but you can't put out your hands to break the fall.
All you can see are eyes. What color are they? Oh God, it hurts!
Are you dying?
Gee, that's very pretty. Can I take a closer look at it?
At the beginning of the game, you'll be waiting outside of the passenger area, away from the main group of players. When one of the judges announces the explosion, chaos will break loose, but you should wait until a judge signals you to place your body among the other corpses. When you're dead, just lie still on the ground with your eyes closed until a judge announces the continuation of the game.
When you wake, you'll be confused and a little bit frightened. You're not sure what's happened. Why is everyone scattered about? Is this where you were before it happened, whatever "it" was? Maybe some of the others can help you find some answers. You're a little afraid of what those answers might be. One more odd thing to note: though most of your things are gone, your cherished guide to the Tarot is still here. If you really are dead, a little mystical advice couldn't hurt.
You really believe this occult stuff. If nothing else, what you're experiencing now is obviously proof of something supernatural. You'll disagree with anyone who says otherwise, and you'll try to convince people to accept that reality isn't that fixed after all.