Exeter a.k.a. Backmask

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The Exeter School for

the feeble minded.

The facilities original purpose

was to educate and rehabilitate

mentally challenge

and mentally deranged children.

Established in 1916.

Exeter's population grew rapidly,

resulting in overcrowd.

There was rampant physical abuse

and neglect.

The children were no longer patients.

They were inmates.

Several died due to these conditions.

So common were these tragedies

that officials commissioned

an on site graveyard

But space eventually ran out.

They simply erected a crematorium.

Exeter was not a place where

young people found help,

but a place where they were

discarded and destroyed.

In the late 70s,

the facility was shut down.

For egregious human rights violations.

It is rumored that the halls of Exeter

are still haunted

by the soul of all those who were wronged here.

Sure is warm.

Patrick, I'm getting hot under the collar.

We can begin on the second floor

on Monday morning.

- What about the attic?

- Attic is just filled with junk.

We'll get to it sometime.

So have you heard back from State.

Rejected.

Yeah.

You didn't apply.

How did you know?

You have no talent for deceiving anyone

with the exception of yourself.

I got a lot of stuff going on you know.

College isn't really my thing

- Yeah. Girls, parties.

- They have that at State too.

Yes, but it's a better class of people

Why are you always trashing my friends.

You're all my children.

But I think the lord has something special

in mind for you.

- Bright and early.

- Okay.

- Father you got anything else?

- That's it.

- Can I take a look.

- Knock yourself out.

Hey pencil dick,

where're you going?

Grab a box.

When are they going to tear

that shithole down?

They're remodeling it actually.

- Into what?

- A youth center.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Do you know what went on here?

A bunch of f***ed up kids.

They should've let this place burned.

- Check it out b*tch.

- What up, Knowles.

- El Salvador's finest.

- Is that subtitled porn?

These guys hung like a grandfather clock.

We're watching volume 1 to 10 tonight.

No, I can't,

Conway wants me back in the morning.

- You're still f***ing around up there?

- Yes, it's a nightmare.

No one had set foot in there

like a decade.

Really.

So... it's empty.

- Yes, let's party.

- Hey! No, no way.

Why not?

No cops, no neighbors. It's perfect.

- No.

- Yes

I said no.

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Rory, get up!

Someone spitting.

- How did you know I wasn't dead?

- We didn't.

I'm not that lucky.

Hey-hey.

What is this, porn?

Is it for me.

Got to work for it,

work for it.

Gimme that.

Don't you have any friends, man?

Yo man.

Bring Vodka, Jagger, Tequila.

- Tell your brother, ring a beer party...

- Forget it, I said.

- Wheres the party, man?

- No. There is no party.

- Oh, my God.

- Thank you for coming.

Seriously,

Knowles.

- Really?

- Yeah.

a p*ssy...

New Facebook friends.

Nice.

Hey! Hey, please!

What the hell!

- Hey, no pyro sh*t, alright?

- Suck it.

- Ha-ha-ha...

- Hey!

- Patrick, let it go.

- Hey! Come here.

Let it go. Don't follow that guy in the woods.

That's how rapes happened.

Hope you brought your whistle.

Hey!

Hey!

Oh!

You f***ing ass ranger.

Oh, you lucky b*tch.

What's up man?

What are you doing?

Her.

Got a light?

Conway's gonna burst a vein.

What's he gonna do?

Kick you out of the choir? Oh, no.

I don't even know like

half these people, man.

Oh.

Then you have to mingle, sir.

Patrick, turned an ocean of premium artist in,

over here to contemplate your fagness.

How dare you?

Get this party started, right?

You're pretty.

Dude!

Whos that guy?

I pretty sure that's Drew, right.

He's from Fresno (California).

Yeah, he just kissed me the head.

That was awesome.

Now.

That's what I call awesome.

- Holy Sh*t!

- Yeah, look at that subtle ass.

She's been looking at you, dude.

- Shut up.

- You never asked.

- Yeah, you're lying.

- No, I'm not. Watch.

I got it.

Hey.

I'm Patrick.

Allow me.

That's okay.

Let me get it.

Impressive.

It's a twist off.

So, how's your night going.

Say hello to my little friend.

- Could you get the f*** out of here, please.

- Easy. Easy.

Sorry, it's just..

this place already burned once.

Why do you care?

- I work here.

- You work here?

Yeah, I am a volunteer of the church.

- Hey Patrick ..

- Excuse me.

- Sorry.

- Sorry. Hi.

- Be right back.

- Okay.

You uh..volunteer for the church.

What the f*** are you talking about?

- Trying to start a conversation.

- No, you're trying to get laid.

And that's not gonna happen

with your pigeon Jesus.

You do not say that.

- Where are you going?

- My ride is taking off.

Well, I mean.

I can give you a ride.

Well, you don't want to miss

the after party.

It will be crazy.

- What brings you to town?

- Family reunion.

- And how's it going?

- It's deadly.

Only if you kick in the dick.

Don't touch anything.

I'm not going.

- I won.

- Oh, my god.

I knew there was going to to be

an apple pie here today.

- Oh. what're you. Psychic?

- Dude, everyone is psychic.

Why is this today?

Okay look.

Every seven years the moon

is in the Seventh House.

Like our third eye right now.

Fully dilated

- That's a shroom.

- Yeah. And the bullshit.

No, no, no...

This isn't nice...

You dip it in again.

- Hey.

- What.

You hit that.

F*** her.

Dude.

I just met her.

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