You aren’t going to be a general studies major because you know what you’re doing. Staring at your dumb calculus book gives you an idea. (Professor Mammon, can you explain the quadratic theory to me?) “Entonces! It’s a very simple 20-step process. You see, all you have to do is...” You bash his ugly, lumpy head in and take the antidote. You finally found a useful way to apply math! The antidote tastes like salty nickles….ARGHHARWAARR! Where do you remember this taste from…? “Ha...ha...ha...” The room turns pitch black and a cold chill crawls up your back. Ahead of you, a giant snake head comes into focus. “I...am...MAMMON, THE PROGENITOR OF SELF-INDULGENCE. Pride is what makes us powerful and meaningful. You are better than all of your peers, which is why we chose you. But you made the wrong choice to oppose us, so then, you must be punished. Entonces! Final exam time! It will be…. A test of physical endurance where I devour you whole! Now then...” “DROWN IN THE ENDLESS SEA OF YOUR OWN FAILURE!” A profane presence draws near. His enmity overwhelms you and his killing intent is razor-sharp. Your thoughts go back to his remark about pride. Are you really better than anyone? If that were true, why do people not care about your work? This nightmare is making you feel more and more tired by the moment…. You are beyond the point of no return. This decision will change your fate forever.