Main Vocalist (secret) Katerine Isabella Fluffybiscuits!
Your fluffy ears are burning. Someone must be on the verge of sensing your Fox Crimes.
Cyanis told you about this feeling. Sometimes when the evil forces of Cutie Law are closing in and you're about to get your neck caught in one of those catcher sticks or slammed against the wall by a justice princess you'll start to get the feeling that you've made an enemy. If you're good enough you can even start to sense what specific crimes are about to be found out for! Cyanis then went on to advise that it's a sign that you should wear sexy underwear that day because you might need to seduce your way out of problems, and then wanted you to practice pinning her against the wall and gagging her so she could demonstrate exactly how to do that, but that turned into kind of an embarrassing mess that she was confident was entirely your fault.
But the point is, someone's mad at you - and mad at you in a way you've never quite felt before. It's a very specific flavour of ear twitch, Cuteness Crimes Against Dragon, but there have been enough historical incidents of foxgirls getting unfairly brutalized by dragons for being too pretty, clever and girlbossy that senior foxes decided to do something about it.
But you can't let it stop you! You're following a cat into the deep dark depths of the underworld, following channels of blue light through ancient over-built shopping malls, fabrication arrays and distribution warehouses. Every so often Berserker steps away to annihilate a host of security demons or marketing abduction drones and for once you don't really need to worry about keeping her on the leash! It's kind of cool getting to see all of this down here. Not many people do.
There's a lot to take in. The way that there are shops inside shops, sometimes even shops inside bathrooms. The way that nothing works without a little technomancy exchange; how even the sidewalk will turn into a conveyor belt and slowly but annoyingly roll you in the wrong direction unless you pay it to knock it off. There are no grand cathedral halls or vaulted ceilings or impressive monuments down here; every square cubic meter of space has been measured, added to the blockchain and publicly traded until it becomes profitable. You need to duck to get past shops that have been attached to the ceiling, find yourself in looping circular mazes informing you of how to increase your Brain Juice, and have a chorus of chained ghosts howling down the street after you informing you that you can finance the trace elements of gold in your body.
Some people call the Burrows hell, and it feels like it. Not hell for you, necessarily - it never progresses past a profitable level of annoying. But to imagine how much effort and creativity went into optimizing every last fragment of space to annoy and frustrate - the brightest minds of generations slaving away to ruin the world a little bit more without pushing it over the edge entirely - that's uniquely nasty. It's no wonder the foxes came down here. It's no wonder they left.
Your fluffy ears are burning. Someone must be on the verge of sensing your Fox Crimes.
Cyanis told you about this feeling. Sometimes when the evil forces of Cutie Law are closing in and you're about to get your neck caught in one of those catcher sticks or slammed against the wall by a justice princess you'll start to get the feeling that you've made an enemy. If you're good enough you can even start to sense what specific crimes are about to be found out for! Cyanis then went on to advise that it's a sign that you should wear sexy underwear that day because you might need to seduce your way out of problems, and then wanted you to practice pinning her against the wall and gagging her so she could demonstrate exactly how to do that, but that turned into kind of an embarrassing mess that she was confident was entirely your fault.
But the point is, someone's mad at you - and mad at you in a way you've never quite felt before. It's a very specific flavour of ear twitch, Cuteness Crimes Against Dragon, but there have been enough historical incidents of foxgirls getting unfairly brutalized by dragons for being too pretty, clever and girlbossy that senior foxes decided to do something about it.
But you can't let it stop you! You're following a cat into the deep dark depths of the underworld, following channels of blue light through ancient over-built shopping malls, fabrication arrays and distribution warehouses. Every so often Berserker steps away to annihilate a host of security demons or marketing abduction drones and for once you don't really need to worry about keeping her on the leash! It's kind of cool getting to see all of this down here. Not many people do.
There's a lot to take in. The way that there are shops inside shops, sometimes even shops inside bathrooms. The way that nothing works without a little technomancy exchange; how even the sidewalk will turn into a conveyor belt and slowly but annoyingly roll you in the wrong direction unless you pay it to knock it off. There are no grand cathedral halls or vaulted ceilings or impressive monuments down here; every square cubic meter of space has been measured, added to the blockchain and publicly traded until it becomes profitable. You need to duck to get past shops that have been attached to the ceiling, find yourself in looping circular mazes informing you of how to increase your Brain Juice, and have a chorus of chained ghosts howling down the street after you informing you that you can finance the trace elements of gold in your body.
Some people call the Burrows hell, and it feels like it. Not hell for you, necessarily - it never progresses past a profitable level of annoying. But to imagine how much effort and creativity went into optimizing every last fragment of space to annoy and frustrate - the brightest minds of generations slaving away to ruin the world a little bit more without pushing it over the edge entirely - that's uniquely nasty. It's no wonder the foxes came down here. It's no wonder they left.