The cab makes its way through a large gate and makes its way down the long road leading to Phatsaque High School.

A special school, that is. A boarding school where a deadly disease has spread through its many halls. A disease that is only deadly to men, leaving all of the women of the school untouched.

The disease is horrifyingly gruesome in what it can do to a guy, and luckily you are immune to its deadly touch... for you too would be long dead by now if you weren't.

It was your cousin that brought it home with him from Egypt. Not that it matters that it was from Egypt, the disease can be found anywhere. That is just where he picked it up as an exchange student.

Again, that matters little too now, as he is dead. It doesn't bothers you much, he was a cunt in all the worst ways possible. Such as stealing from the poor, beating up middle school kids, so on and so on. Oh yeah, he also held you down and spat his contaminated saliva down your throat, just as a final 'Fuck You' if you will.

When you hadn't died within the month, you checked in with the hospital (Something you had not decided to do beforehand because Ballsackiosis is the type of thing that is a sure death sentance) and he informed you that you were immune!

Many things ran through your mind, like how you could live to go back to your school... a shitty school that is... or how you could go back home to your deranged parents right after school... damn, would death have been that bad?

It was then that you looked over towards the doctor's desk and saw a magazine for a school, presumably his daughters, no doubt. A magazine with a picture of Phatsaque on it and the gorgeous headmistress standing in front of the building with a huge smile plastered on her face.

A school full of girls? No other guys can attend? Sign me the fuck up, you think to yourself, and that is how your story begins! A new start... no more dysfunction and mayhem. Just you and your bitches!

You tip the cab driver a fair amount and he tips his hat to you before driving off. You head inside for your scheduled meeting with the Headmistress.