Warnings: Cheating (pale relationship), shitty breakup (pale relationship). Mild allusions to infant death (Culling), Mild allusions to canibalism if you squint really hard.
You don't have the time for the whole introduction thing, so you just assume you're already aware of yourself. I mean, who wouldn't be? There's not many guys like you, after all.
You are in the brooding caverns of Variantus, your home planet. It's dim and bleak in there, with the cries of wrigglers echoing through the stoney walls. They're likely going through their pre-pupation trials. Or getting culled. Both are very important jobs in the caverns.
You don't work in rearing or culling, however.
Your job is in packing grubmeat.
It's boring, hard work, but it pays the bills and then some. Plus it helps with your side-gig - selling the discarded grubhorns you find to Karika.
Thankfully for everyone, though, today is your off-night from everything. Guy-club isn't on, you're out of paperwork to do, and the only thing you have planned is to prepare for the game. You're playing on your next off-night, so you have to get everything ready.
First step of many is to get into a team!
You message the first person you think of; Aratan. He's competitive enough to have already started forming a team.
-- tacticallyGnostic [TG] began trolling abdominalTerror [AT] -- TG: HEY, have you started preparing for that game yet? TG: WHATEVER it was called? AT: y0u m3an sGrub? TG: YES! THAT'S the one! AT: y3s, i hav3. as matt3r 0f fact, i'v3 alr3ady finish3d g3tting a t3am t0g3th3r. TG: AWW, I was hoping to be on the same team as you... <> AT: y3ah, s0rry. y0u sn00z3, y0u l0s3. AT: and ab0ut th3 wh0l3 m0irail thingy. AT: ugh, h0w d0 i 3v3n put this? AT: im with rukbat n0w. TG: HAHA, very funny! IT'S alright, you don't have to buffer the news with a joke. TG: I wasn't all that w0rri3d about it! TG: OOPS! *worried. AT: that's th3 thing. i wasn't j0king. AT: w3'r3 d0n3. i'm with rukbat pal3ways n0w. AT: and hav3 b33n f0r a bit t00. AT: f33l fr33 t0 bl0ck me 0r what3v3r y0u want t0 d0. TG: ARE you serious? YOU cheated on me? TG: AND you couldn't even drop your typing quirk to tell me? AT: 3h, didn't f33l w0rth it. AT: anyway. cya.
-- abdominalTerror [AT] ceased trolling tacticallyGnostic [TG] --
Well... That wasn't on your timetable for tonight.
