The sky above the port was the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel. The Ono-Sendai logo floated slowly across the searing blue expanse, bouncing off some invisible boundary that not even the most seasoned Chiba City denizen could ever really nail down. Case enjoyed the peace; soon it would be replaced by fifty-five minutes of ads, with soundtracks blaring out of the thousands of speaker drones that hovered over the city.
The bartender’s smile widened. His ugliness was charming - the kind of retro nostalgia associated with low-poly, restricted-movement VTuber rigs. In an age of affordable articulation, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. His rig played old-school Battle Royale games for the clientele as he served them - all but an expectation these days. "You are too much the artiste, Herr Case." XxXRatz420XxX grunted; the sound served him as laughter as he manually flipped his expression to one of amusement. His auto-text reader thanked a patron for subscribing. "Have you heard of Raid: Shadow Legends?"
@Phorm @anthracite We have a saying where I come from: "Don't be right, Sparky." <3
