Leo felt a cold rage. This wasn’t just a name. This was a piece of history. A piece of someone’s childhood. And a bot was going to steal it to sell for $200 on an auction site.
He’d been here for forty-five minutes. Every idea, every joke, every obscure reference from his favorite anime had been rejected. Already taken. Already taken. Contains prohibited words. xbox gamertags
“The what?”
The list was endless.
Leo was about to settle for something pathetic like when a notification popped up. Leo felt a cold rage
“The Graveyard. Servers that crashed in 2011. Accounts that haven’t logged in since the Halo 3 glory days. Millions of dead tags, just floating in the void. Microsoft purges them every five years. Tonight’s the purge.” A piece of someone’s childhood
He joined the party. Marcus’s voice crackled through his headset. “Dude. Did you pick one yet?”