"Help, big bro!"
"Fuck, these Gnawers have no sense of honor! Why are they grabbing my gear?!"
"Get lost! Stop chewing on my shield!"
"My clothes! My clothes!"
"Serious question, is this game even legit???"
"Get over here! Fuck! Stop running away!"
The players' racket echoed through the subway tunnel.
Corner Camper, a Strength-type, was still trying to steady his teammates. Meanwhile, Free Sniper, an Agility-type, had already vanished without a trace, leaving only Lost Newbie, a Perception-type, trembling in fear. Gadget Master, an Intelligence-type, was putting on a live performance of chase and be chased.
Watching the four little newbies getting chased all over the place by Gnawers, Quit Smoking felt a headache coming on.
He figured that even if he smoked all night, he still would not understand how these people had gotten closed beta access.
Fuck!
This was so annoying!
Looking at their IDs, he had thought they were supposed to be amazing.
Seeing that the veteran had not moved at all, Gadget Master hurriedly cried for help.
"Big bro! Shoot already!"
Quit Smoking could not help but snap.
"Damn it, why the hell would you use a gun on Gnawers?!"
Still, if he did not step in now, these newbies probably would not live to see tomorrow's sun.
In the end, Quit Smoking flipped off the safety, raised his scythe assault rifle, and killed the Gnawers surrounding Gadget Master with two bangs.
Then he drew his hand axe, charged in, and hacked wildly at them with a series of clanging blows, leading his useless disciples through a bloody path out of the Gnawers' encirclement.
Leaning against the wall and catching his breath, Quit Smoking shook the black slime off his axe.
To be fair, these Gnawers really did seem stronger!
Whether it was their speed or