Yeah, so..... I decided to rewrite this, so you'll hafta start over again. Sorry :( .
Also, this takes place in an alternate universe in which certain rules in physics do/don't apply.
Claws ArtiWofl was the king of pet arctic wolves, the original. He, unlike the other copies, had his own code name, given to him as a joke by the mysterious group behind their world. Pet arctic wolves were a member gift way back then. They, though, since they could not be bought at the diamond shop, soon faded into the darkness of the forgotten. Only, a few pets managed to cling onto jammers, and most of those jammers had faded away into gray tigers, the ghosts of animals who had moved into a different world. However, we're straying a bit from the topic; Claws was not amused when the remaining code of the former beautiful pets came running back to him.
"01001111 01101000 00100000 01101110 01101111 00101110 - Oh father!" They cried. Poor things. They were distraught by being abandoned by their owners. "01010111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101000 01100001 01100100 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01110111 01110010 01101111 01101110 01100111 00111111 - What had we done wrong? "
Claws looked at them with tearful eyes, wondering why AJHQ had done this to his people. Was he not pretty enough? Had he taught his children the wrong way, the wrong way to play and sleep and walk? He was baffled. Then, after many years of wondering, it came to him.
AJHQ did this on purpose. Used his people as part of a bargain. This thought infuriated him, and he did something. Something that had to do - with me.
On the Surface
On the surface, a fox trotted along Jamaa Township. Snow encrusted the ground like a pearly white blanket, and all was well. The fox was a pale grey and white color, with grey lightning bolts streaking through her fur. Her name was Iluvemy2cats, someone who you would not know unless you were here from the start. Iluv passed through the busy streets and arrived at Jam-Mart or whatever it's called, and took a look at the new clothes. The clothes were quite..... unusual. Some were a magenta color, the least suprising. Others were smeared with a sickly violet substance, while everything else looked a bit more pixely than usual. Something is definitely off, Iluv thought to herself.
Meanwhile, a gray and white Lynx with a crescent moon pattern leaped out of the bushes. Slinking through the crowds, unnoticed, the Lynx hid in a tree. The Lynx's name was Kestrel. She carried a neon blue bow and was the type of jammer that kept to themselves. You would probably not notice them, and if you did, you would not remember them as anything special. She quietly observed the commotion in Jamaa Township. A crowd was gathered there. Some were screaming cheesy nonsense like "OMG SOMETHING IS WEIRD!" and "HOLY COW THE END IS NEAR" and "WUTS GOING ON". Something was off, something only Kestrel took care to notice.
Why was everyone's feet blurred and backwards?
Odd things were happening all over the place, and there was only one server - 'Niflheim'.
Most people did not know what that was. Maybe that's a good thing. Whatever. Anyway, people were doing all sorts of things, such as screaming "OMG I'M GOING TO SEND THIS TO JULIAN2 OMG OMG OMG!" Iluv could not help but laugh a bit at their silliness. Everyone had crowded into Jamaa Township, as none of the other lands seemed to work. Then! Then! Then! As matebeggers mate-begged in the pretty white snow and a cougar attempted to eat a toucan (failing miserably, due to the crowd), Claws appeared.
He perched himself on the Mira statue, which was still smeared with snow. His fur was a rather pretty magenta and he had purple splotches with a dark green underbelly. Some of his fur seemed to blur every once a while, but that was mainly ignored, as jammers were attracted to his large white mechanical wings and his red nonmember sword strapped around his waist. Come to think of it, he looked a little like a magic pirate pet arctic-wolf Barney. He was much larger than a regular pet, almost as large as a giraffe, and he flared his wings menacingly.
"Hello babies and mentalmen, I am Claws ArtiWofl." One gray and white lynx gasped. Kestrel had done research about the beta days, and he had been mentioned somewhere as the testing model for pet arctic wolves.. As for everyone else, no one knew what or who he was.
WORK IN PROGRESS; I PROMISE I MAYBE KINDA WILL CONTINUE THIS.