The halls of Cedar Ridge High are shiny and new, the smell of fresh paint still lingering. It’s the school's inaugural year, and while the modern design and rapid construction have been the talk of the town, whispers of its mysterious origins have fueled the imagination of its students. The principal, Mr. Chambers, is every bit the quintessential 80s authority figure: stern, humorless, and completely out of touch with the youth. His office is a shrine to discipline, adorned with motivational posters and a well-worn paddle that hasn't seen use (yet).
As new juniors at Cedar Ridge, you find yourselves navigating the complex social web of late 80s high school life. The cliques are well-defined and unmistakable: the preppy kids with their Polo shirts and pastel sweaters, the goths skulking in their black attire, the jocks dominating the locker rooms, and the nerds hiding out in the computer lab. But this year, something feels off, as if the school itself is watching.
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