Kmzoe enjoyed working for Cakeless Enterprises. Being a largely streaming and production city, she was scared at first because she couldn't draw for shit and was too embarrassed to actually post anything, especially when the Lord Ray himself would be able to see it.
A finance job just seemed to be the most logical thing for Kmzoe. She was good with numbers and the job market was relatively good.Who wants a desk job when you could play video games for a career? Unfortunately, that didn't earn her many friends, or a decent paycheck. Kmzoe was in the PoorCrew class.
Under Lord Ray, master of the city, there was his right hand (or hands) in the mods. Most citizens nicknamed them the Scooter Patrol. Then there were elites and subs. People who could afford it bought this status, receiving special perks. At the bottom was the PoorCrew, people who couldn't afford the subscription to their Lord Ray, no matter how deep their love for him.
After her first day, which was rather uneventful, Kmzoe made her way back to the apartment complex to grab her motorcycle and helmet. The drive to Tardisrosehp's place didn't take long, just some jaywalkers about to be flattened.
Tardisrosehp answered the door with a grimace on her face.
"Woah, why the long face, Tardis? I just got here!"
A crash could be heard inside, followed by a few curses.
"See for yourself.She's been here for 20 minutes and I already tried to strangle her."
Themisakanetwork was laying on the couch, legs sprawled over the arm, knocking Tardis's stuff off the side table.She seemed too preoccupied to care about the lamp on the floor, in favor of beating Notraynarvaezjr in a game of Halo.
Skyress19 sat on the love seat opposite them, staring intently at his 3DS and trying to ignore the other's shouting.
"Hey, fuckers! I thought this was my party?" Kmzoe said as she stepped into the living room, Tardis right behind, glaring at Misaka and Notray.
Sky was the first to look up.
"Hey Kmzoe! How was your first day of work?"
"Uneventful. How's the FFAHPC?"
Misaka threw her controller down.
"How the fuck did you beat me, Notray? You were 10 points down! Also, what the fuck is the FFA.....whatever the fuck you said?"
"It's a secret," Tardis said, smirk evident in her voice.
"Hey, fuck you, Tardis," Misaka said indignantly.
"Guys! Waffle-o! Come on!" Sky interjected.
The room had an awkward silence as the glaring intensified between Tardis and Misaka, Halo playing in the background.
"So Kmzoe," Notray started, staring at the TV screen, "how was Cakeless EnterpRAYses?"
Tardis snorted at his pun, finally letting off from Misaka.
"It was fine I guess. Kinda sucks being PoorCrew though."
A chorus of agreements sounded through the room, except for Misaka, who chortled.
The doorbell rang before anyone could choke him, much to Tardis's disappointment. The host called that the door was open and in walked Martika_xd and Gh0st787, followed closely by Glamourhobo.
The three girls were welcome with hearty shouts and a few choice words for being 5 minutes late. Gh0st complained how crowded a city of over 67,000 people could be. Martika automatically eyed Misaka, prepared to beat the crap out of him when Tardis was ready to hold him down.
A rousing game of Halo was played before Chacason, Mrprawes, and Mcfolz showed up, controllers in hand.
More laughing, shouting, and rough housing broke out as the 11 friends competed in 2 different games at a time.
"I wish Thereaders could've come," Martika muttered, staring at her controller.
The whole room went silent, save for a couple character deaths on-screen.
"You know why, Martika. We can't be playing with scooter patrol. They have to protect Lord Ray all the time," Gh0st said, softly.
Notray snorted. "Like they would wanna be seen among the common folk."
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Downtown Browntown
RandomBrowntown: a place for misfits, freaks, geeks, nerds, and the like. Everyone knew each other by their screen names and no one gave a fuck about what you looked like. The only thing that mattered was being devout to the All Mighty Lord Ray. But what...
