Town Hall.
Chaos reigned. Having experienced loading and saving, no one could bear the current reality of losing that ability—they suddenly realized they no longer knew how to live.
They had to walk carefully, afraid of being run over by cars.
They could not work too hard either, afraid of dying from exhaustion.
No one was willing to risk their lives anymore. After all, they only had one life left.
Before this, everyone had been happy to show others how capable and friendly they were. This was also the root reason why the young people had initially compromised with the helpless old men.
That way, if they died, more people would agree to reload when it came to a vote.
If a villain died, it would be hard to persuade others to reload in the name of fairness.
There would always be people unwilling to reload frequently. More people hoped to wait until they died naturally of old age before reloading.
"Sigh, we should have drawn up a residents' agreement for using this function earlier instead of relying on votes," someone said belatedly.
"You're just talking after the fact. When we voted just now, you didn't say you were unwilling," another person said disdainfully.
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't said we should cut this place off from the outside world, we wouldn't have agreed!"
"That's right! They made the wrong prediction. They have to pay the price!"
Those who had just advocated separating the town were immediately besieged by bananas, watermelon rinds, eggs...
The more excited they had been during the vote, the more fiercely they vented now.
"Stop! We only made a proposal. You were the ones who made the final decision! We shouldn't bear the responsibility!" the separatists shouted, trying to absolve themselves.
Soon, fewer people