((written from the perspective of Koyangi.))
It was another cool evening when she rolled back into Borealis. Amazingly, she was a few minutes early to her next appointment. Normally she never bothered to rush for those three minutes of fear and infamy commonly known as a wrangle.
She rounded the corner and headed down the street towards the Fair Trade. In the distance she noticed a few odd shapes. Engi bots…? No…what the heck? Suddenly Koyangi found herself in a sea of metallic jellyfish. Except they had names like “Toxic Zone,” and “Ninjoo Rule’s,” and “Holland will pwn you," and "noobz everywhere.”
She stopped when she got up to “Feeble Service Tower” and looked around. No one in sight. She stood in front of Guns And Stuff to wait for her next appointment. Everyone seemed to rush by her and the abandoned service tower pets without a second glance.
“Feeble Service Tower” twirled absent-mindedly in front of her. She patted one of the feelers with a gloved hand. There, there, little pet. Someday you’ll be fixed by Funcom and then you’ll not be abandoned by your owners. She crossed her fingers behind her back and whispered to herself: I hope.
Until then, I guess this has become the Borealis SPCA: Servicetower Pet Control Area.
((whoops, I meant this to go in the Rimor Buzz section.))
