Where to begin? Should you lament over the lost opportunity to take that exam or should you start with the phone call from the Dennis Hopper sound-a-like? Your mind fumbles as it attempts to recall the shadiness of the entire situation.

 Once you're done telling them what happened, there is a moment of silence as all ponder the thought of their beloved Maywood Hall blowing up. They have friends there, you know. Your friends, however, are not as trusting as you are. "Whatever, yo!" they respond in unison, almost practiced. They insist that if your story is truly to be believed, you need to supply them with hard evidence. Also, they add, you need to supply them with hard drugs.

If you think that continuing to share your woes will be beneficial, turn to Page 64.

 

If these untrusting losers are just a waste of your time, turn to Page 29.