“Dude, do you think I’ll get a bid for the Brahmins? I’ve heard they throw these like, crazy parties, and are basically the best caste in all of India,” said Walden, walking through the streets looking for the row with all the caste’s houses. “The British Empire used to let them do crazy shit to pledges too, but I guess they stopped that a while back. God, it’s like you can’t do anything fun anymore.”

“Damn, so you’re telling me these frats have like, existed since ancient times? I’ve gotta get in there bro, I can’t wait,” continued Walden, shotgunning a few beers in front of a local temple in preparation. “Dawg, frats at home don’t have any real religious power. Here, it’s mad wild! Their top guys are priests, straight up! I swear I’m gonna rush, whenever that starts.”

At press time, Walden couldn’t wait to get hammered and party with all the other Hindu priests.