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[color=bbaaff]►[/color] [b]Location:[/b] [color=ffffff][b]|[/b][/color] [i]Personal Apartment - The Citadel - Mass Effect Universe[/i]
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For a long time Ataxia had been fond of the Mass Effect universe, the variety of the races and the beauty of the worlds within it. The Citadel acted as a hub for the other locations that could be visited, providing transit as well as plenty of shopping opportunities. One of the benefits of the Citadel was the ability to purchase accomodation, a safe place to store all your accrued items. Other avatars can be invited around to explore your abode and take a look at your collections but they are all restricted to your account meaning that they cannot be stolen. Ultimately, the views and the experience the universe provided was the reason he purchased an apartment. It was quite expensive in terms of cash but was far short of the truly extravagant homes like castles and what not.

His life outside Sanctuary was far from enjoyable and something he never discussed when logged in as his avatar. He mistakenly divulged his real world nickname once but beyond that his identity has remained a secret. He keeps the real world and Sanctuary separate, if the two ever combined he feared what would happen to him. He wasn't a criminal but he just knew that people would treat his avatar entirely different.

He was sat on his virtual couch watching TV when the retro showing of Godzilla: King of Monsters was interrupted by an old man. He spoke strangely and warned everyone of an impending epidemic of some kind. Ataxia raised an eyebrow and thought nothing more of it when Godzilla returned to his screen. As Godzilla, Rodan and Mothra fought against the monstrous Ghidorah Ataxia couldn't shake the old man's words from his head. In all his time in Sanctuary he had never seen that old man and the only people that ever interrupted were recognised administrators and moderators. [color=bbaaff][i]Maybe there was some truth to his words...[/i][/color]

Ataxia tapped at his omni-tool and from it rose a holographic screen. He scrolled through the various options until he stumbled across clan invites. There sat an invite from a clan called Specters of the Apocalypse. He had received it a few days prior but had decided to mull it over for a few days. The invite came from an avatar called Ekloria and the clan itself was in it's infancy and rather small. However it was the only invite he had received even though he was starting to make a name for himself. He looked back at his TV for a moment, [color=bbaaff][i]If that wizard was telling the truth I don't want to be going up against this alone.[/i][/color] Without hesitation Ataxia pressed the accept button on the holographic display. All he had to do now was wait to here from the one called Ekloria.
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