Our story so far, all the way to the first of the 100 Days

 

Sometimes things don’t go well in the fraternity wars...

Which means the Old Money frats get to give the inaugural Greek Address At Commencement...

And the jilted, jealous faculty wife Nancy wants you in prison or worse.

You may think you’re getting away...

...but even more sinister stuff’s afoot at the elite Greek Council.

Well, you can handle the immediate threat, probably...

..and you might be able to hide out for a while in redneck flyover country...

...though they are going to catch you eventually.

But you can handle it, right? You’re Delta Jake Trump. 
And at least half of us know what’s really going on here.












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