Protostar’s Skyplot Mishap: A Simple Mistake, or War Profiteering?

A Kalissitorial:

For weeks now, Dominion citizens have been dealing with an on-going problem. That problem is an influx of Exiles showing up at skyplots, bars, taverns, and homes of our own. With no signs of this stopping in sight and no word of a fix from the conglomerate corporation of Corpraxians, the question must be asked, has Protostar conducted this mishap on purpose?

Over several visits to some popular spots in the sky, there have been Exile sightings. Now while there have not been any breakout occurrences of violence or fights, tensions seem to be at an all-time high as we see more fluffy ears and patches of dead skin plaguing the seats in some of these taverns. Making the situation more unnerving is that there is no end in sight. These can’t be considered break-ins, but that doesn’t mean an exile accidentally stepping onto Dominion soil is all fair and fine.

As to be expected, trying to get an answer from the collective bureaucracy of pickle-headed money lovers is like trying to pull teeth from an angry shellark. Every single one of them gives the same answer, “That’s a bit above my paygrade, you’ll have to see a manager above me for that information, good citizen!”

As of today, three hundred different, “managers,” have been asked the same questions regarding the fault in the skyplot security system. This begs the question as to whether or not this was an intentional flaw used to stir up some more conflict between the citizens of the Dominion, and the Exiles that tread upon our land.

It is now we must collectively ask a question, especially at this time of year. Is good ole’ Papa Phineas trying to profit off of some pre-Winterfest bloodshed, or has there not been a large enough outcry to reach his wrinkled old head? Is the corporation turning to warmongering to line their pockets with money, or should we carry on with our lives and just get another drink? Werza’s horns, I think I’ll take a drink, as long as an Aurin’s tail doesn’t brush up against me from the next seat over.