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C-4LV.1N has a minion!

Dr3ad the Hunter

C-4LV.1N
Legacy Name: C-4LV.1N

The

Chibi Cadogre
Owner:

cryptozoology

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 4th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 4th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 312
Strength: 778
Defense: 780
Speed: 789
Health: 786
HP: 786/786
Intelligence: 1,062
Books Read: 1026
Food Eaten: 229
Job: Agent

Cadogre Model: CHIBI-ver.4 LV.1x NEUTRAL alignment

...definitely not named after a certain cute space dictator no sir. That is absolutely the original make and model code for my perfect little C-Bot. No creepy stalker shit goin' on here, nope.

Or, more like, that was the make and model before I voided the hell out of it's warranty. Waaay back when I first won C-4 a friend-of-a-friend of the family went in and wiped all the sus programming it came with and loaded up a custom, self-updating code my mother insisted it have. C-4 is constantly learning, optimizing, and re-configuring itself to be "the best possible guardian". Which, don't get me wrong, I love this robot it's my best friend in the whole world- yes you are C-bot~ But... having a babysitter at 26 is a pain in the ass. I've tried to re-code it myself. Ya know, go in and make it so maybe it'll let me self-destruct in peace... and... just... I don't think what it's built for itself is even something a human can comprehend at this point. Actually you probably can't even call C-4LV.1N a cadogre any more. It's my tiny, good boy, robotic, ship of Theseus.

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Oh no, no no no. Stalker? Really? What am I, twelve again? I am way beyond that now. Yes, sure, I can admit that I was a bit of a fangirl growing up, but after actually moving to Ziara and meeting the guy I realized that he's hardly worth any sort of idolization.

Blackmoon is, well, kind of pathetic honestly? His fabled TaKeOvEr Of AtEbUs wasn't actually a takeover at all, he inherited the damn thing basically. Then he let his power as CEO- oh wait Excuse Me- ChAnCeLlOr, get divided among a panel of stock holders who run every decision through a 20 step process. THEN he closed up shop almost all year save for the two weeks the Atebus Revolution Masquerade is going on as a desperate attempt to stay somewhat relevant as he holes up in his big scaaary castle working on big scaaary new robots in total isolation... except THAT'S NOT EVEN IT, because he spends the majority of his time sitting around upper Ziarain lounges and challenging people to card games with a bet pool of 75k just for a chance to talk to their ear off because his game of choice takes Three Damn Hours to end.

It's not even a skill game. It's freakin' war.

What? It's dangerous to drag him like this? Calvin's ego will get the better of him and he'll hunt me down?

That's the point.

You see, we have a sort of... boredom triggered... mutual assured destruction type thing going on. I am bored of existing, like, in general... and Blackmoon is bored of the monotony of being a respectable public figure. So, we play cat and mouse. I break into his dumb castle, steal his shit, and threaten his public image- fun and maybe some quick SP. In response he builds more elaborate security systems I'll hurt myself on and tries to shoot me where it counts- also fun. Win/Win, Lose/Lose, same difference here.

Eventually, inevitably, I'll cross a line and get an actual cash bounty put on my ass... which... is just boring. What's the point if you're going to send OTHER people to do the job for you, huh? Git Good and kill me yourself. Whenever that happens I lay low for a few years, maybe fake my death, and all the hit-men give up and move onto better marks. Last time I had to vanish was because of the #0003 blueprints. Man that pissed him off, got me my friends back in the Darkside though.

I'm not actually sure Blackmoon's over that one to be honest... but he has to be getting bored again by now. If I step carefully and reintroduce myself at a public event, we'll both play nice, agree to forget the past, maybe even -dramatic, sarcastic, gasp- get along for a bit, aaaand then spiral back on into the hate-date game. Lather, rinse, repeat. I refuse to believe that he isn't also aware of this pattern- he has SOME brains in his big ugly head. For as long as we've been at it, he's got to be playing into it also. My guess is that by now he misses me, three years is a hell of a long time to have to behave like a proper CEO, and I'll be welcomed back to the game as I've always been.

Or I'm horribly wrong and I get my face blown off on sight. Either way, it's a victory for Crypto.