the smuggler’s bible


Minako sits at her desk, clicking furiously between livestreams. That bastard is out there, she knows it in her bones, and dignity is a small price to pay for the eternal satisfaction of a dunk.

“Bastard is going to come into my server,” she growls, slapping away another tab, “and no scope me with a broken ass cheating fuck DLC rifle. Well, there are consequences, buddy.”

The marriage of flamboyance and brutal skill had, to Minako’s eye, the refracted glint of a live audience. A weakness. When she finds him—and she intends to—then the true savagery can begin.