I sit down at my desk, the sweat chilled the moment I’m loaded in a match. I look over my perks again. Yes, all meta, as in I understand what they do and they make me feel safe. With a deep breath, I begin the first hunt.

Everything could change depending on a clutch first chase and a reverse bear trap keeping them busy. Otherwise, I’m just an M1 looking to get spanked. There’s sample amounts of perfume in the air and exposed skin in sight.
It’s her.
Sable.

I go in low, she hasn’t seen me. My blade begs for her sweet and affordable skin. The pounce is ready, but she turns and points. I know what I have to do. With tears in my eyes, I approach, and do as tradition commands. I snoot. She boop. My MMR droop.