After trying to get closer to the people in power in this land, I felt something sharp on my side and one of those guards must’ve been tailing me ever since I left the arena. Now I’m injured and someone out there clearly wants to capture me...
I'm sure it's a lot of fun catching wild pigs, but you know every single one of them needs to be properly screened before selling them, right? I swear I have the most thankless job here.
SLUTcon has begun. Depending on your interests please feel free to attend a diplomatic gathering, go shopping at the trade show, engage in some cultural exchanges or just hit the bars and see what happens.
