*AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER WILL FEATURE 4 OCS BELONGING TO A FRIEND ON X/TWITTER!
Featured Character: James Dalmatian
Vancouver, British Columbia
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GENERAL CHAPTER
James, a Dalmatian dog with a keen nose for news and a past that occasionally nipped at his heels, found himself amidst the frenetic energy of Butters & Jam. It was a bustling hub of broadcast journalism nestled in the heart of Vancouver, British Columbia. As a former member of the Phoenix Gang, James had traded in his life of fantasy escapades for the adrenaline rush of chasing headlines.
Today, however, the newsroom crackled with a different kind of energy. The recent cyberattack had plunged the city into digital darkness, leaving its denizens disconnected and disoriented. Butters & Jam, known for its timely reporting and commitment to truth, had a reputation to uphold. James knew that delivering the news about the cyberattack was crucial, but making it credible was paramount.
"James, we need you on this," barked Mr. Campbell, the grizzled editor-in-chief whose bark was worse than his bite. "We can't just report on the cyberattack without knowing its source. We need boots on the ground, noses to the grindstone, and all that jazz. You catch my drift?"
James nodded, his ears perked with determination. "I'm on it, boss. Consider it a top priority."
With a nod of approval, James set off, his crew in tow. Leading the pack was Sasha, a sleek Siamese cat with a knack for sniffing out leads. Then there was Winston, a wise old owl who served as the voice of reason amidst the chaos of breaking news.
Their first stop was the bustling streets of Vancouver, where they aimed to gauge the pulse of the people. James approached a group of frazzled pedestrians, his notepad at the ready.
"Excuse me, folks," he began, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "Mind if I ask you a few questions about the cyberattack?"
The group exchanged wary glances before reluctantly nodding their consent.
"What are your thoughts on not having Internet for a whole week?" James inquired, his pen poised to capture their candid responses.
"It's been a nightmare," exclaimed a harried businessman, his tie askew and his briefcase clenched in a white-knuckled grip. "I rely on the Internet for everything from emails to online banking. This outage has thrown a wrench in my entire routine."
A young mother chimed in, her voice tinged with frustration. "I work from home, so not having Internet access has been a major inconvenience. I've had to scramble to find alternative ways to meet deadlines and communicate with clients."
As James scribbled furiously in his notepad, Sasha leaned in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Any leads on who might be behind the cyberattack?" she whispered, her tail twitching with anticipation.
