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.
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.
