The Development Team That Takes Feedback Is a Good Civilization, but Could the Damn Designers Drop Dead Already?

At the very start of the instance, Murphy led his astral wolf pack straight into the unpredictable purple storm ahead, making a suitably "elusive" entrance for a story NPC. He looked just like those legendary "aggro-pulling maniacs" who made a mess of things and then scarpered, leaving behind their "glorious image."

But this time, the players behind him didn't scatter in every direction like they had during previous raids.

Instead, after two days of repeated discussions on the forums, they split into three main groups under the guidance of the "player map," each heading in a different direction to carry out the tasks assigned to their respective teams.

They clearly had a plan.

Especially with the veterans, who had been completely transformed after following Murphy this far, passing on their experience to the newcomers. Even the players who had only just joined the game quickly started to look the part.

Just as Murphy had hoped, they spread out like a group of true professionals.

After all, in True Otherworld, this hundred-percent-realistic nightmare of a game, raid instances were unimaginably vast and had no annoying things like "invisible walls." That meant the players had to make good use of their manpower if they wanted to clear the instance as quickly as possible and complete the raid objectives that had already been assigned and shared with them.

The largest group, the Scarlet Hammer-and-Sickle Raid, led by Banzai Happy Stick, naturally took on the most difficult job: the assault.

They had to charge straight down the central axis of the gnoll camp, fighting their way forward until they reached the central tent where the gnoll warlord Kenpot was stationed.

This was by far the most difficult and demanding route.

So, in addition to Banzai Happy Stick's original thirty players, the fifty other solo