It shall be entitled "Fear and Loathing in Starkvegas". It shall be written in the dark melancholy style of Edgar Allan Poe.
A smooth talking coach and an overrated quarterback drive to Starkville to cash in on some sizeable vacancies.
Upon arrival, the disposable income allows the duo to engage in unbridled gluttony and buy off votes in the annual team's captain election.
After trashing the program, local unrest unsettles the pair and they consider heading back north. During a clandestine effort to sneak out of town on a cold Novenmber night, a rouge, unstable police officer pisses on their iced over windows during a strange traffic stop and says, "Safe travels, but there's nothing but cowboy ribeyes where you're headed."
Puzzled, the frightened duo returns to Starkvegas with a renewed and emboldened arrogance and irreverence; determined to bring mutual destruction to its final end.
A smooth talking coach and an overrated quarterback drive to Starkville to cash in on some sizeable vacancies.
Upon arrival, the disposable income allows the duo to engage in unbridled gluttony and buy off votes in the annual team's captain election.
After trashing the program, local unrest unsettles the pair and they consider heading back north. During a clandestine effort to sneak out of town on a cold Novenmber night, a rouge, unstable police officer pisses on their iced over windows during a strange traffic stop and says, "Safe travels, but there's nothing but cowboy ribeyes where you're headed."
Puzzled, the frightened duo returns to Starkvegas with a renewed and emboldened arrogance and irreverence; determined to bring mutual destruction to its final end.
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