Big Daddy Donny P's Finest Hour

Chapter 1

There was nothing average about the day at all here at SUNY New Paltz. The glare of the sun was soft, yet to everyone on campus it felt intense as the panic of the situation loomed around them, seeping into their systems and infecting them with fear. They were running amok across the campus with a purpose, almost as if they were searching for something. Someone. "WHERE IS HE?" a student roared as they stomped across campus, upturning every rock, bench, and tree in their wake. The campus was in disarray. Every structure, natural or manmade, was destroyed as they searched. There wasn't a single leaf that was left unturned nor rock left untouched as the horde of students searched, looking for it. For him. Donald P. Christian.

The past few weeks of the beginning of New Paltz's Spring 2020 semester had been odd to the students. They could tell that something was off about Christian. He wasn't being gracious anymore with his students. He seemed to not care at all. And this was not something they were used to. Donald seemed corrupted and his students were definitely convinced the source of his corruption was within his own position. It was the only logical conclusion -- even though he made his efforts to try to get to know his student body via monthly hot chocolate meetings, they never truly made a connection with him. Their bond was forced, one made of fatuousness and necessity rather than authenticity. The student body could tell -- Donald did not at all seem to care too much about the lives and wellbeings of his students, nor their education, but kept up his hackneyed facade in an attempt to appease them. However, the students could not hide their lack of satiety with his actions any longer, and now they had united together as a front to stand up to him. The only thing the students wanted now was his head on a silver platter to make up for his actions -- and they would get it at any cost.

After breaking through all of his guards within his tower, they finally reached the president's office on the top floor. Students tore the door off the hinges, brandishing weapons, and honing their bloodlust for the head of the president. He sat on top of his desk smirking at them and motioned for them to come in. The students came in like a swarm, ready to kill him. Yet in spite of their efforts, every student who walked into the office collapsed on the floor before they could reach him. He smiled deviously as the pile of students grew and leisurely took a sip from a cup of coffee. "Hail Hydra," he said.