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Glitch has a minion!

Prophecy the Miskatat

Glitch

The

Custom Nuclear Celinox
Owner:

Lyonid

Age: 2 years, 7 months, 6 days

Born: September 17th, 2021

Adopted: 2 years, 7 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: September 17th, 2021

Pet Spotlight Winner
September 11th, 2022

Statistics

Level: 7
Strength: 15
Defense: 15
Speed: 15
Health: 15
HP: 15/15
Intelligence: 45
Books Read: 45
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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I was late to meet with some friends. It was quite difficult to navigate through the city center as it was full of tourists. I did not feel like I belonged in this city at this very particular time of day, I must say. My clothes were dirty, my hair hidden under this stinky beanie that I can't get rid of. I mean, I do love the color, that counts, I say to myself every time I dig through the pile of scarfs and caps back home. Silly me just can't stop thinking about all these cumbersome nullities - about what I wear, what I do, how I walk and where I fit. I stop. A cat just looks at me. A black one with a touch of red that looks both like a cool pattern and just its reflection in the sun. It keeps staring at me right when the music in my ear stops and switches to a song called КОТИК, which, I shit you not, means cat in Russian. I move my body down, I reach my hand to this little friend and observe. My knee just keeps on cracking when I squat, and I do have trouble to stay put while the kitty rubs its head against my body. That's the moment. That's the moment I start digging through my bag for my camera. The cold metal reaches my palm and I remember that I still have to measure the light. Of course, I have to, I keep forgetting that I just love the challenge. As this fella keeps caressing my shaky body, I desperately try to hold my balance and put in some shutter speed and aperture. There, right when I point my lens towards that little creature, my music stops. The cat gone, my legs sore my state confused as I feel like that for just these four minutes, things felt different. Things felt odd. Things felt right.

Graphics, text and coding by Lyonid.