[Welcome to the Event of a Lifetime. I know most of you are too young to remember the 80s but we had some great horror films back then, please show your tickets and enter the main entrance. We promise that you'll experience a radical time and be scared so much you'll hate to leave. Welcome to the Event of a Lifetime, the 1980s Film Marathon with Pre-Scripted Events!] I wanted to leave. The only reason I came here is because my stupid younger brother and his friends were old enough to be in their final year of High School but not old enough to drive a car. Out of all the parents on Belphus mine chose to encourage me to be the responsible older sister. I was on a break from work, just enough time for me to choose out a university and take a different career path. Yeah, but I just had to go ahead and volunteer to take them for the trip there, make sure they didn't get lost and return safely. My brother had this fascination with old horror films, you know the stuff from the 1980s. All gore and masked killers or possessed teddy bears with sharp knives. He'd wanted to attend this event out in the desert, far enough from one of the Parks of Gaia to avoid their security patrols but close enough that the sands were no longer irradiated. Like the idiot big sister I was I agreed as long as my parents would pay the initial deposit for my university costs. Then it went wrong. Badly wrong. I lost them in the crowds when we tried to enter but you know the strangest thing? I can't remember their faces. Not the crowds but my brother and his friends. I know their names, their families but not their faces. I guess I've been stuck here for too long. Ah, you're getting bored of my little pre-story. You just want the blood and gore. Be prepared for it. The only way to survive and escape this place is to become the best 1980s Killer and reach the [Final Scenario] at least according to the old people who've been stuck here for decades by their reckoning. Oh, you want to know my [Killer Nickname] don't you. Add me, watch me and find out. Time for blood and screams.