Whats your luck? Obviously fucking shit terrible. Trapped in this cabin, no power, barley a fire crackling thanks to the matches toby used to light his joints, and the near rotting chairs that stil slintered across the abonded shit hole we were both in. And with Toby Rogers of all people. Toby. God you despised the air he breath, just as much as he did for you. Every since you both met via accident. You both been nothing but chest puffed up assholes towards eachother where the only thing to stop