The night of the hazing is a stormy night. Blinding lightning and deafening thunder. It is held of the night of Martin's apocalypse. Martin was a professor at Miskatonic U who had that fatal expedition in chili. He uncovered ancient legends and rites that said today, tonight, it the end times. This date is popular for hazing and other social fetishes around the campus. You meet with the other victims at the edge on Dabers swamp. You are all tied up and blindfolded in a circle. The center of this circle is a old native american monolith. A odd angled twisting spiral of carved green/black stone. You are told to stand on your knees in the mud and say nothing. You head is to be bowed and a frat brother is beside each pledge with a whipping rod to make sure all stay in line. A long ritual begins, with the frat brothers chanting in some obscure and unwholsome language. Much of the chanting and shouting is drowned out by the winds and thunder. Something is poured onto your head. Its thick and sticky, smells like blood. You just stay there unmoving. At some point screams start that don't seem to be part of the ritual. A series of loud splashes threw the muck of the swamp like a giant walking. More screams and you are again splashed with seems to be blood and bits of flesh. You think this is all a put on. Now you hear gunshots. A horrible inhuman screaming sound and a loud splashing away. You realize one of the shots has got you in the stomach. You fall now, face forwards into the swamp and pass out. You wake up in the hospital a couple days later. You are in a hospital bed and your belly is covered in bandages. It smarts like hell. What occurred?