This is your last shot. As you awaken from your nap and roll out of your over-springy bed in the closet they call a dorm room, you realize that your entire college career depends on getting into the Kappa Alpha fraternity. If you had to spend one more night in this awful dorm, you’d rather just drop out – future be damned!

Only one problem remains – passing their initiation test. They’ve given you the past two months to do so, but all your advances on the Phi Kappa girls have fallen through. Sure you’ve charmed a few girls in your high school days and even gotten to make out with them. But getting into the panties of college girls was a whole different matter.

You yawn and stretch, puzzling out how you could make this all work in one night. The fraternity was hosting its annual Recruit Week Kegger before the new semester began. The Phi Kappa sorority would be there too, including their new recruits. It became known as a sort of ‘Last Chance’ party for all potential initiates to prove themselves worthy of entering the fraternity by completing their infamous task:

Find a Phi Kappa girl, and do everything you can to knock her up.

You dress yourself in your finest party-wear and make your way to the frat house. Already the music blares from the basement where Kappa Alpha have their expansive dance floor. More than a few naughty, less-than-legal events had occurred in the mosh pit down there. It wasn’t uncommon to see people making out or even outright fucking in the dark corners beneath the laser light shows. It might be a good place to find some Phi Kappa pussy, willing or unaware, to spray down with some initiate seed.

The bay windows to the main and upper floors of the house teem with girls dressed in their midsummer best, and the frat boys flirting with them. The main floor leaves enough room for all the party games and socializing when people got done tearing up the dance floor downstairs. The halls would be packed with opportunities to meet those sexy bored girls looking for a good time. And the bedrooms upstairs await those lucky enough to complete their initiations.

And outside the manor, dozens of college-goers mill about on the lawn, tipsy and flirting with one another. The kegs and party banners line the outside tables, a place a little more quiet for a bit more talking – and a lot more drinking. Newly-made couples saunter away from the house to the more secluded woods nearby, or sneak off to the campus in the opposite direction. No doubt the campus authorities will have a handful dealing with what they get up to tonight…