After several days, outside Wasteland Camp, the larger camp belonging to the second-test newcomers had gradually put up a number of shacks. Basically, every newbie had claimed a plot of land and built a home of their own.
Of course, calling them doghouses would work too, because in some ways, they really did look a lot like doghouses. Some were even far worse than doghouses.
In any case!
Though they were hardly ever lived in, the new players still had no choice but to build their own shacks.
Because this was a one-hundred-percent realistic game. Other than recording contribution points, the camp's "NPCs" currently offered no storage services to players, much less some public warehouse with unlimited space for them to use!
So, aside from copying the old players and building their own tents, the second-test newcomers had very few ideas for storing supplies.
For the time being, storing things in shacks built inside the camp was fairly secure. There were plenty of surveillance systems set up by camp NPCs around the camp, so naturally no one would risk getting caught on camera just to steal from the homes of a bunch of paupers.
However, although the second-test players' camp had been built, it had yet to develop any real scale or market. Thus, whether new or old, players still habitually went to the plaza in the first-test veterans' camp for trading and team recruitment.
And with people constantly coming and going, the old camp became even livelier.
Take today, for example.
The old camp—Greenskin First Camp—was as noisy as ever. The central open space in particular was filled with people trading, forming teams, exchanging intelligence, and all sorts of other activities. It looked quite convincing.
Yet in contrast to the bustling center of the camp:
In the northwest corner