Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
06/04 - Site opened 18/04 - Update log #01 including new features! 27/04 - A New skin has been released!
For Lawrence, this was usual. He had no qualms about the state of disrepair the warehouse was in, nor did he have any issues with the fact that people were trying to gentrify it. No matter how much he hated that it was someone who he knew, and who was trying to really mess things up.
His laptop was sat on the table - with only three legs, the other propped up by a chair and a heap of magazines on it, as he worked on the latest report. for the independent press.
rudging down the flight of stairs, Owen tucked the falling end of a blanket against a pillow under his arm after nearly tripping over it. "Motherf..." He slurred, adding on an in-comprehensive grumble of curse words and something about a freeloader as his heavy feet drug to the nearest empty couch he could find.
Tossing the pillow against the arm, Owen cloaked the blanket around himself like a cape and fell into the couch with a tired huff, his face hidden. After a long moment, Owen's head turned toward a guy with a laptop sitting opposite of a little table. A heavy eyelid popped open. "Hey, what time is it?" Owen asked the guy groggily, his voice scratchy.