Choose Your Own Friggin' CSH Adventure Back to the Beginning -- About

You sit down at the table and pick up an issue of The Reporter. The cover features some black-on-black text with a picture of people you've never seen before. You think that the fuzzy spot on the right is probably someone's finger that was in the way of the camera lens. Nonetheless, you turn the page and start reading the RIT propaganda.

The features in this issue of The Reporter were the same ones present in the last issue and the one before that. More coverage of unimportant clubs, a student government article about SG agreeing to let RIT do whatever they want, and a whole bunch of misinformed opinions. Not to mention a whole lot more black-on-black text. Apparently, some people think they're artists.

After reading the magazine half-way through, your mind suddenly succumbs to the ever-increasing brainrot and shuts down. No longer able to think coherently, or even function at all, your body collaspes in your chair. The Reporter falls out of your hands and onto the table, ready for its next victim.

Next time, try looking for the yearbook and you might get somewhere, idiot.