[ Burch has been hogging the television in the main room all morning and afternoon. After many screams and fits thrown, his last hope game has come to an end. ]

NO! Goddamn you! No!

[ He falls to his knees dramatically, throwing his hands up towards the ceiling, as if begging whatever football gods will bother to hear his plea. His next ( Read more... )

|| His 12 hours are up. He emerges out of some random doorway, and, luckily, no one is around to notice him ( Read more... )

|| November 8.

He can't stay away from his room. Not Surtsey's room, his room. It's the one piece of Montana he's allowed himself. He's only been there once, too afraid to be caught sifting through his old things to venture back too often. Now, though, he has to. It's his goddamn birthday and the fridge is out of beer ( Read more... )