Sometimes stealing isn't glamorous. Sometimes there isn't anything groundbreaking needed. Some days it's just a grind. Today was one of those days...
After stealthing around for a few hours, alone, one can get delusional. "Maybe they all left? Maybe I'm alone in this world? Will I ever see another soul again?!"
But they are out there, I can hear them...
Sometimes loneliness can drive one over the edge. To become what you never wanted to be, something you look down upon. "That is not me" I say.
But... today it is me.
It's so easy to fall in to that trap...
*Pop* through the moongate...
Hustle up the stairs...
Luna thieves...
I'm not proud. It wasn't pretty. But yes, people still stand there with stuff on them.
-Ladra