@shadeandsuffering / sc
🌑 After having found his new accommodation devoid of any roommates to play with, exploring this place in its entirety seems like the next-best option to keep himself marginally entertained. It's distraction now that he desires after awakening in this humiliating nightmare.
How inconvenient and infuriating it is though, to either walk or making use of the rudimentary public transportation of those lesser monkeys to move between those places. He hates both with a burning resentment, yet walking is still the preferred option over sharing space with body-liquid-oozing peasants.
The Golden Ward is inevitably one of those places he ends up gracing with his presence. It is just such a shame he can't greet the citizens properly (by blowing half of the wards into smithereens). Alas, he will have to find other means of entertainment.
As he's leaving the Boardwalk area behind and steering closer towards the Crimson Lane, still bored out of his mind, he notices a commotion taking place not too far from him. And just as he gets closer, he notices quickly that he's not the only bystander watching those humans getting all exasperated over stolen belongings.
How trite. And yet he can't help having his interest slightly piqued by this other individual. Though, the bar of what's to be considered interesting is not all too high in a place like this, where everything appears just dull.
"Now, now. A fellow connoisseur of the despaired or just another drop in this vast mass of hypo-genetic dolts?"
