It was your first day at Iowan State University, the campus was large and welcoming as you saw people milling about and talking excitedly. Holding your luggage tightly and making sure to be observant of where your future classes would be as you made your way to the dorm you would now call home. Walking into the building the smell of mildew and unwashed jocks hit you like a bulldozer; you waded through the musky miasma as you closed in on your room. "Hmmm 512 this must be it..." you thought to yourself, suddenly your mind was flooded with anxiety before you opened the door. Thoughts about cramped dorms and shitty roommates submerged your nerves in floods of doubt and anxiety. After about a second or so you pushed past those worries and swung the door open, that's when you found the source of that musky odor. It was a large pig sitting in his bed reading a book about cooking with a hat over his hair that draped over his eyes. "OH HEY!" He smiled in a charming "Sorry about the smell I had practice this morning and haven't taken a shower yet!"

He backed up noticing how uncomfortable you seemed to be, "Oh sorry, um don't worry about it though! I'll be moving into that frat house tonight, so you'll have the room to yourself!". He continued to smile sweetly before grabbing his things and walking towards the door "Hey um I'd love to see you at the Frat party tonight... you seem cool! Just say Kyle sent you!". As he walked out you thought of how ironic it'll be to hope that there's only one guy named Kyle in the whole frat.