T R A T I O R S

It never occurred to me I would be standing here beside the alphas with a sword too big for my fox body, fighting Phantoms. Surrounded by unfamiliar faces and places, my paws covering in gross black goop.

I

was

doomed.

But, I guess you'd like to know how I got there. I was a normal, non-armored jammer. Casually just chillin'.