The people suffering withdrawal after three days without internet weren't just Cheche and his buddies. After being forced back to reality, almost every player felt an indescribable sense of emptiness.
In Transia, they were warriors, heroes, village chiefs, master craftsmen, and respected members of their communities.
But in the real world, all they could do was stay home, hope this damn pandemic would end soon, and endure the refreshing sensation of having a swab shoved down their throats every day. They couldn't even stretch their legs anywhere but indoors.
It was as if they were trapped.
But everyone was reasonable. Even when life was full of inconveniences, they didn't complain or badmouth things without cause. After all, happiness had always been relative.
New posts appeared on the forums every few minutes. On the first evening they spent waiting for the servers to restart, some good news spread through the forums: a third-party platform called "The Transia Tavern," funded by a group of wealthy players, was about to launch. It might connect to the forums as soon as the next day.
That meant that besides the forums, everyone would soon have a second place to share things and have fun.
After all, the "True Otherworld" forums were just a place for exchanging information and communicating with the players and the development team. The platform was great, but it lacked a lot of entertainment features. In the end, in this day and age, browsing forums was already an outdated pastime for uncles who couldn't keep up with the times.
Of course, the Transia Tavern app wasn't limited to players and people looking for a fix.
It was open to all "potential players" who had filled out an application for the game. Essentially, it was a tool for drawing people to "True Otherworld,"