2 hours earlier.
Doctor Belle Sloth’s quick and excessively long fingers tinkered with the many unassembled pieces laid out on the weapon container in front of her. A lamp was necessary to complement the still faint light of dawn that declared the beginning of another day in the war-ready Winner City. Belle’s eyes never left her work, but around her she could hear the engines of tanks, the hammering of builder NPCs and the marching of squadrons of bots declaring the start of another day.
It was not like Winner City was ever quiet. It never had been and now even less so, always crawling with players from the most diverse time zones eager to see the quests the War Committee would provide for that day. That was a certainly a good thing, but to Belle Sloth the crowds could be rather unsettli
