"...The life support system is okay."
Looking at the report submitted by a certain player, Chu Guang wore an expression somewhere between laughter and tears.
What a pity.
Though he had the authority to decide who received game helmets, he did not have the authority to "add new product lines."
And besides...
Wasn't eating three extra meals a day a "reward"?
From what he knew, quite a few players were delighted by the prospect of becoming bottomless pits. Especially the group of drunkards led by Old White—their favorite thing to do was get completely wasted in-game, then log off and keep drinking.
In fact, it wasn't just about food.
The fun and enjoyment the "second life" brought players were not limited to stuffing their faces. They also included, but were not limited to, the Bath Emperor who scrubbed his feet raw in-game, then logged off and went right back for another foot bath.
Chu Guang truly had no way to account for personal tastes. After all, Wasteland OL was not a privately customized single-player game.
As for personal problems like "being too full in-game to have an appetite after logging off," players could only figure those out themselves.
That said, why had this guy written that in a report for the Administrator?
Had his secret of using an alt account been exposed?
A trace of suspicion arose in Chu Guang's heart, but after thinking it over for a while, he dismissed it.
The possibility was slim.
Following normal logic, that little player probably believed that during the closed beta, the developers would actively lurk in chat—especially when it came to "review feedback" personally written by players. They would definitely sneak a look when they had the chance.
And even if someone had guessed it, it did not really matter.
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