<em>How did I get myself into this mess?</em><br/><br/>Farren wondered to himself as he followed quietly behind the two men who seemed to be in the exact same position as himself. It was strange... how had he even gotten here when the last thing he remembered was taking a nap since his class was at a stand still thanks to one of his teachers disobedience to the regulated speed while driving.<br/><br/>Maybe this was just some vaguely odd dream, but then again none of his dreams went as far as the lavish scene before him. It usually entailed some wet dream with one of the girls from his college. If this was a dream then he'd just play along with it until he was rudely awaken by someone.<br/><br/>"Hey do you really think it's a good idea to just walk in a random direction?" Asking as he figured they would listen to the voice of reason even if it was a<em>dream</em>.<br/><br/>Prior to events currently unfolding with the two other men and himself....<br/><hr/>Like many episodes of exploration, experimentation, and discovery, this one started in college. He came to college with two very achievable goals in my minds: getting a degree and getting rid of his old ways. The first was normal enough. Computer science seemed as good a degree as any, and he'd had some light programming classes in high school. So, get a degree, get a job, make tons of money. The American dream, right?<br/><br/><em>Right</em>.<br/><br/>And then there was the second goal. Farron wasn't exactly sure how to pursue that one. Several unfortunate and demoralizing incidents throughout his high school days had made him quite socially passive and quite the in a nice way of saying. As embarrassing as it was to admit, he'd had no real social skills outside dealing with his former friends who were nothing more than his sheep to direct.<br/><br/>Back in high school, his problem had was primarily the lack of a good personality. Being a very studious and unfortunately rather introverted fellow to disguise the serpent underneath. People mistook this as snobbish which was true sadly.<br/><br/>But he had soon discovered that in college those problems weren't nearly as prevalent. Most of the worthless chaff in life either didn't make it to college, or got cut out of it early on. Bonus! Those that were left seemed much more like himself than any clique in high school. Farron was sure he could find a group of friends to fit in with.<br/><br/><em>Then again that had been his mind set in high school and that hadn't turned out so peachy keen either.</em><br/><br/>The young man in some odd way missed his old way of life and even envied his friends who followed him through he'll and back during his<em>conquests</em>for various things. They seemed so childish thinking back on it.<br/><br/>The professor was late today. It was later found out via another professor that he'd gotten a ticket for speeding. Good old traffic patrol. If they can catch you going 30 in a 25, they will. He made a mental note not to oink the next time he passed one of their cruisers. Delaying the professor definitely fell into the category of public service. All that left now was to sit back and sleep the next hour away....