"Get up here, hurry! This thing is fucking awesome! Once we've got some money, we've gotta get one for the guild to use as a ride!"
The veteran Godslayer shield tank, Thirty-Five Dou, stood on the rear deck of the armed airship Ironheart Annihilator, hollering down at his buddies, who were taking pictures by the "boarding gate."
He was as excited as a kid on his first airplane ride. All around him, players wandered about, looking around curiously. Some even held up their Adventurer Assistants to take commemorative photos.
But the crowd packed onto the deck was seriously obstructing the rest of the passengers, especially the People's Army vampire warriors waiting in line to board.
That made the airship's commander, Soy Milk Spilled White, very unhappy. He wanted to go over and restore order, show off a little of his captain's authority, but his deputy—and good buddy—Ice Pick God of War held him back.
"Don't. There are a lot of them, they're high-level, and they can fight. Your captain's rank might help you show off in front of NPCs, but players won't recognize it. If you really piss them off, someone'll probably challenge you to a duel."
Ice Pick God of War said helplessly:
"Half the bunks on this ship are for the Godslayers. Those guys dare to take on gods—and, more importantly, they've actually done it. We rookies should steer clear."
"That still won't do! Lord Qin gave us a schedule. If we let them fool around and end up running late, we'll all get written up."
Soy Milk Spilled White said indignantly:
"I'm the captain. This airship is my territory. Anyone who doesn't behave gets thrown off from up here."
"But your rank is only captain."
Ice Pick God of War looked even more helpless. He pointed at