My Life as A Half-Phantom

Hi. My name is Cameron. I'm a phantom and coyote hybrid, but it's rarely mentioned as nowadays... some are edgy, admire phantoms or the alpha "Greely, attempt to receive rares, and even seem to claim themselves as "special." While you may think I'm also special, well... I'm not someone to save the world or something, just a daily routine: get some coffee, check the mail, go to work, sometimes shop for things considering that other jammers can buy a special item that allows them to sell some of their unwanted belongings, do some tasks from others needing help to keep me busy, and go to sleep. Sometimes it changes up a bit, but this is my life. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter One - Weekend Night
I've felt a thump onto the ground. "AHHH!" I screamed. That stupid alarm woke me up again, god dammit. I shut it down and got up. I took a step onto the balcony and looked down. A few constructions going on, and that's what only caught my eye. Basically, a huge storm occurred the last 2 weeks and it started clearing on Thursday. The storm destroyed a few buildings, but it's said that a phantom ambush at the battlegrounds occurred after, but the alphas cleared them all. Speaking of them, I'm kind of concerned about them. What they find out I'm a half-phantom? Oh well, some jammers like phantoms anyways.

I check the calendar. Today's... a Saturday? Saturdays were my favorite day, as it meant that I don't have work. I grabbed a white cup from the dishes and brewed some coffee from the coffee machine. I headed to the elevator, which was about 24 inches or 2 feet away from the dining room. A bunny was repeatedly attempting to grab my attention and persuading me to adopt them. "Hey sir! Are you members only?" the bunny said to me, while hopping up and down, which is quite dangerous to do in an elevator, but it didn't harm anyone. "Because I'm a super special bunny, and I TERRIBLY need a family!" Though, I tried to ignore him all the way down.

When we reached down to the lobby, I went to my mailbox and checked. I had a lot of letters stuffed inside, but they were just simply the same message sent by the same person. I mean, that still happens? It's almost March, and I've still haven't grown from coffee. It relieves my stress! Anyway, I headed over to the Message Board at the Township Square. There were a few papers about missing jammers, who I assume got lost during the storm, considering I never saw those papers before nor during the storm.

W.I.P.