- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- 16:00-20:00 US Central
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, Fantasy, and other low-tech/fantasy.
Flint guided the two to a table and sat down, beginning to glance around the room for their target. He produced a pair of glasses and handed them to Spencer, tapping the side of his head. They'd gone through this before; the glasses showed the IDs of all registered citizens and Flint's tap to his head said he had his implants ready and active. His eyes had began his force-of-habit search pattern. Left, up, down, right. Left, up, down, right.
"We're looking for anyone without an ID. Tell me if you find any, and we'll go one by one." He muttered, finding the whole act of this rather distasteful.
"We're looking for anyone without an ID. Tell me if you find any, and we'll go one by one." He muttered, finding the whole act of this rather distasteful.