Endgame

The night of the burn is fantastic. 35,000 people crowded into a space the size of a football field. Some people are chanting "Burn it! Burn it!". Art cars are moving incredibly slowly for fear of running over unseen ravers passed out on the playa. Someone with a megaphone wanders buy, proclaiming "It was already better last year!", but you can barely hear him over the popcorn din of a nearby drum circle. Other ravers are yelling "Sit down!" or "Stand up!", in a crude parody of a light beer commercial.

Danger Ranger appears out of nowhere, "Wow, I'm surprised you guys are out here. I thought you'd be staring each other down back at camp. So who's it going to be tonight?".

joelzero and flipperchaz immediately point at each other, and cry "HIM!" in unison. Danger Ranger looks confused, and turns to perkyevil and amphitrite27. The girls hesitate, then look at flipperchaz. "We're sorry.", they say.

Danger Ranger says something into his radio, and three more rangers appear out of nowhere. "This fellow's had a little too much acid tonight. He's delusional. Thinks people are out to get him. Take him to Sanctuary, get him calmed down, will ya?" says Danger Ranger.

"Right", and the other rangers grab flipperchaz and haul him off into the crowd, away from the Man.

The Burn is spectacular. Fire twirlers, pyrotechnics, dancing whirling dervishes. It is a madhouse. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if you got the right person or not.

After the Man burns, you realize that the one large landmark you've been navigating by all week, the large neon Man, is gone, and you spend several hours lost in the city before you find camp again. Immediately, you search flipperchaz's tent.

You find a gun, a badge, and a can of pepper spray.

SUMMARY: flipperchaz the NARC is working off a hefty shot of thorazine and talking with some really groovy psychotherapists about his delusions that everyone around him is on drugs. His cover is blown.

CONGRATULATIONS RAVERS, YOU'VE WON!