Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun looked at the man seated before him, who claimed to be the governor of Casarina Island, the highest-ranking official on the island, and felt a flood of emotions.
He had plenty to marvel at.
First, how had things come to this?
Back aboard the ship, the players hadn't coordinated anything. The conflict had broken out entirely because the sailors at the dock had mocked them for no reason.
Under normal circumstances, something like that would have amounted to a brawl, not a rebellion.
But the players had been stuck aboard the ship, stewing in frustration. Encountering this as soon as they disembarked was bound to make them explode.
It was just a game. Who wanted to put up with being mistreated?
They had been sent here partly because Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun and the others had been at fault first. Besides, on Casarina Island, they could fight snake-men, which at least meant they could participate in the event sooner than other players.
So, although plenty of players had refused to accept it, not all of them had quit the game.
But what happened at the dock was something the players refused to tolerate... Just who did those NPCs think they were?!
The major's words and handling of the situation had also been a trigger. After they killed the sailors, the whole thing would have ended if nobody intervened, but that attention-seeking idiot had insisted on jumping out to show off.
That was something the players couldn't stomach.
Chris is the NPC boss on our side, and even he's never done anything like this to mistreat players. What gives you the right to run your mouth and punish us however you please?
So what had happened was only natural.
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