Mayhem at Miskatonic: August Beginnings

It was a perfectly normal Friday afternoon when Issac Parks died. He was in his dormitory, conducting an experiment as young undergrads often do when it happened. It was only the manner in which he died that should cause the reader to take any note as it was uniquely odd even for the school in question. After all, it isnt every day that someone explodes in a quite so violent manner as to paint the walls with blood and visceral matter.
However, it was decidedly odd that they should remain standing, looking at their own bloody remains while in one piece. But then again, this was a Friday afternoon at Miskatonic University, and the student in question had just successfully completed his first foray into time travel.