Orientation

I remember driving home from school one day and then suddenly, I wake up sitting in a chair. I tried covering my naked body, but looking around, I find myself among other naked people. They were all male around my age.

The whole building looked strange and alien. The entire building looked as though it was a giant cathedral you would expect from one of the deepest, most religious corners of Europe (or rather a twisted parody of one). Instead of a bright gold ceiling or images of crosses, there were instead various marble statues of nude men. Some of them were depicted in mid coitus, with various paintings and even stain glass windows depicting men having sex in a variety of positions with one another. The benches everybody was sitting in were not unlike the kind of benches people would sit in while a preacher was giving a sermon.

Up on the stage were everybody was facing stood a disgruntled man. He was naked just like everybody else, with not a single hair on his head and a pair of glasses magnifying his eyes.

"Testing, testing, can you hear me?" The man asked as he was testing the mike in a French accent.

"Thank you all for coming. I know you all may be confused and disoriented, we thank you for making the long trip from your mortal planes. To bring all of you up to speed, you are all dead. Abandon all hope, yatta yatta yatta."

Wait, what?

I wasn't the only one alarmed by this news. Various other members in the audience were getting worked up. Some were talking to each other, thinking someone else can make sense of it.

"Settle down, settle down everybody." Said the man. "My name is Michel Foucault, and I will be your Dean for the duration of your stay until a replacement is decided. Anyway, I would like to welcome you all to St. Priapus High School for Damned Boys."