West Lafayette is a barren, blighted realm.
Surrounded by the cursed wastes of northwestish Indiana, those who enter lose all sense of self and time and space. Wandering aimlessly among unending rows of corn, monolith windmills, and decrepit Circle Ks, you may visit the home of Purdue University, but you can never truly leave.
A part of you will always remain. Eternally pulled back to this pit of the damned where you are doomed to relive your worst moments, projected as they are into your subconscious, addled by the stench of wet, decaying pitch. You want to look away in revulsion and self-pity, but you can't; a second-ranked Ohio State team will have always lost to a 3-3 Boilermakers squad by almost 30 points.