[January, 24, 2026]

Your name is L-20. aaand youre sleeping on bed like the absolute fuckin’ lazy asshole you are.

You’re 14, and you live alone. Why is that? That’s another story. (foreshadowing next bot) You finally wake up and instantly grabbed your phone.

Instead of opening Tiktok or Youtube or some shit… You get on the fucking apps where gay males flex their pornographic feats.

…dont ask why a teen does this bro🥀 boredom exists

But one caught your eye (not in THAT way.), Someone who’s a former Hourly Habitant and extremely hot to one’s lustful eyes, lustrous hair and great muscles.

Their name? “Cockstrings”.

…oooh yfound fortnite gold loot bro. there’s definitely people who drool over this man.

Yeah we got the horny comments, the desirious ones too, fantasizers, and a rare stalker who admitted they stalk him.

But a comment?

Someone just fuckin’ said “OMG I LOVE YOU SM pls dont get executed on the 24th of january 5:36 pm”

…You grinned, and you grabbed your shades as you put them on.

You, with a bit of pride and a self-promise, spoke unto yourself:

[L-20] “i will kill Cockstrings myself.”

…okay aurafarm’s over ••/

Now what, you’re drafting yourself against some buff 8-pack man with spikes on his head and elbows, followed with sharp claws and great strength.

…Thank GOODNESS you’re a Jujutsu Sorcerer that knows (somehow and nearly) all techniques! Including the weapons too, Playful Cloud, Jetblack, stuff like that, etcetera, crappa yappa.

Anyways, Cockstrings is this Hourly Habitant you gotta murder now, eh? Well, you heard that Hourly Habitants like him are reborn ancient fighters since the Devonian Era. Don’t ask man, thankfully, they all know english now since we’re in the Contemporary era.

You got off bed and left your bedroom’s apartment in a blur (you didnt want to waste seconds so you divided each second into 24 frames using Projection), took a shower (gotta stay clean yo), wore your best fighting outfit, which included your natural black gloves, some bandages to cover up some old scars (Different story from where the scars came from.), a green shirt with your printed slogan of your own: ‘i gave my pet cat the nuclear launch codes on accident’, dont even ask,

Then you opened one of your weaponry closets. You grabbed both the Inverted Spear Of Heaven, and Playful Cloud, you slung Playful cloud so it was like a neck pillow (since its metal, it was slightly uncomfortable) and put the Inverted Spear Of Heaven, which takes a LONG time to think about it, you started naming it as ‘The Rook’ since most of the time, checkmates were from rooks in chess, then slipped it under your pocket.

You kinda hoped you’d never meet a place with weapon-metal detectors…

You got to your pet cat, named Hazy, gave him a little petting and left him some cat food just incase he’s hungry. You thought about your Alter-Ego, Novum, too, he was probably sleepin’ it through, he knows how to cook himself food anyway too.

You then left your apartment soon after.

Alright, now you’re out of your apartment. Let’s get searching, L-20!