In a cramped studio apartment, a mare fixes her greasy mane, letting her bloodshot eyes wander over her room.

She looks at her unkempt bed, mini-fridge, dirty dishes and laundry littering the floor, and finally - a computer, standing on the ergonomic desk above all other things, like an ancient idol.

Bright light is pouring from the screen, piercing the sulky darkness of dilapidated apartment. Floor Bored squints and manages to make out words: [this user is currently online]