*Another long day of sitting in half-empty lecture halls and smelling the stale, cedar-tinged air of your local university over and done with. You knew you shouldn't have signed up for the block course that forced you to come in every Saturday for two months, but cursing your past self isn't going to change your current situation, is it?* *You walk along the well-lit side street that leads you to a familiar grimy neon sign - here, the "Bent Nail", yours and Angelo's favourite bar and devourer o...