As promised, the Brotherhood will be heard. An unknown author, going by the name of Hugh G. Rection (very creative, by the way), tells his story from Penn State Sigma Pi. If you want to get in touch with him, feel free to email him at: firstname.lastname@example.org. Will he respond? Doubtful. Either way, enjoy the story:
Got hazed the other day. A true mind fuck if you ask me. 7 of my pledge-brothers and I were driven blindfolded to the middle of fucking nowhere in the woods and hills. Told to find our way back. Five minutes later a “brother” hurt his ankle. As a well trained class of pledges, we picked him up and continued. Out of nowhere, we were surprised to find the rest of the chapter president’s brothers shooting paintballs at us. We were fucked. I mean… FUCKED.
The shooting rape lasted a good 30 minutes of running away while carrying this guy till we found a road. When the other guys ran out of paintballs. They left, and we walked 10 miles back. The brother we were carrying was actually just a decoy and was put with us to make the attack worse. My ass, back, nipples, face, and bare feet were bloodied up the entire walk back, and I am currently scarred for life, both physically and emotionally, I don’t know which brothers to trust and not to trust.
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It’s not hazing. It’s brotherhood.