"Ah, dev team, please! Let me play for just a little longer!"
In the spotless college dorm, Invincible Tyrannosaurus Car was having a meltdown on the top bunk.
It was the second hour since the "True Otherworld" update had begun. There were still forty-six hours to get through, but the little players clearly couldn't accept this "cruel" fact.
Car was squirming around on the bed like a giant silkworm baby. Wrapped in a blanket with some very unusual "map patterns," he shrieked:
"I'm about to die! Please, dev team! I feel like ants are crawling all over me. My whole body's shaking, and I can barely breathe. Please, bro, let me have two more hours. One hour would be fine, just one hour!
I swear I'll never touch this thing again.
I can't take it anymore. I keep tossing and turning and can't sleep.
Dev team! Dev team! You've done so many evil things!"
"Thwack!"
A pillow smacked into him. Meow Shark, on the lower bunk, roared:
"Quit your yapping! If you're gonna howl, get out and do it somewhere else. And bring back food for the rest of us while you're at it. You're the dorm's daddy today."
"Tch."
Car sat up with an irritated look after getting hit by the pillow, then instinctively grabbed the black helmet beside him and slipped it over his head.
But the huge update progress bar on the VR-like virtual interface in front of him had barely moved since he last checked it five minutes ago.
"Damn it! It doesn't even show the update size. How long is this thing going to take?"
Still annoyed, Car climbed down from the bunk bed wearing his helmet. He grumbled as he collected everyone's lunch orders from the guys sitting or lying around, then set off