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It is said perception is reality, and yet, what if the reality in question was twisted and corrupted to a disheartening degree of depravity?  Would the corruption have the power to shift the human  consciousness and control the very nature of what is and is not? Five teenagers will have to answer that very question.  Their souls will be thrown into a pit of malevolent despair where they will come face to face with their archetypal selves.  Their characters will be tested, they will be deceived, given half-truths, and face punishment for crimes they did not commit.

"My phone’s going to die," were scarcely audible and the only clear words to come through Michael’s cellphone, even before he could utter a greeting.
     “Beth? Is that you?” Michael questioned as he leaned forward and pressed the volume button on Christopher’s car radio down in an attempt to hear what was being said.
     The amalgam of static, crackling, and dead air made it nearly impossible for him to hear anything. He shifted in his seat and placed one hand up to plug his right ear while the other crammed the phone tightly against his left.
      “I--crap--can you----at park----club.” Beth said just as the static overtook the remainder of the half-broken sentence.