CH 7 — Saffron On The Hunt

Saffron tapped at its interface, navigating it like a drunken toddler. Now was a good time to adjust the font size on its HUD. The visuals weren’t the issue; it was the damn narrowness of the keyboard that screwed it over.

And of course, having an unsuccessful day of recruitment failed to improve its mood.

This was a big city, and Saffron was used to shooting the shit with other furries in a private channel. A channel that no longer existed, even in its chat history.

That was a shock it learned the hard way on that fateful day. Its first thought was that the devs committed an act of virtual genocide by banning and deleting all furry users and avatars. And that Saffron was overlooked by mistake, but that’s what they had guards for.

Guards and players larping as bounty hunters.