There is a secret society, a group in which order is despised, where values are disposed of, where nothing matters more than the flavour of the month.  This society is hidden, lurking behind locked doors and hiding among your friends.  We sit next to you at lunch, pass you between classes, flirt with you in the halls.  We are a wraith in the student body of Southern Arkansas University.  We are a threat to you ideals, to your sensitivities, and are growing everyday. We cannot be tracked. We cannot be found. We have no faces. We have no names. By the Retriever

We are simply behind The Third Door.

Open The Third Door?