The scene is supposed to simulate the effects of a “radiological dispersal device” — a dirty bomb.

Sounds like fun.

Victims are given an identity, symptoms, and vital signs, all printed on a card worn throughout the day. Over scrambled eggs and coffee, a group of twentysomethings have a good laugh over one of them being assigned “watery and bloody feces.” One woman wants to see a stranger’s gaping cranial wound.

You could do worse, I guess.