This Game Is Too Realistic

"I always thought I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games, and just a mission master who likes to search through boxes in RPG games.”

"Until this morning, I found that the guards were missing a familiar face.”

"I don’t know the name of the guard, only that he was probably the oldest among them.”

"Like other NPCs without a name, his life was very regular, and there were only three things to do every day. He would train, stand guard, and patrol around the outpost. In addition, he also had one day off a week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and every day he would go to the lake to sit and watch us fishing to kill time.”

"I’m not bragging, but as a senior fisherman, I can tell at a glance whether a person has a fishing talent or not. Few people can endure zero harvests for a whole day, but he can sit next to us and watch us fish for a whole afternoon.”

"I asked Mosquito to make a fishing rod for me, and warned him not to make some extra functions on it, and gave the rod to the old man.”

"The old man was very happy. He thanked me many times, and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn’t take it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first, I thought it was a mission prop, and I was quite excited, but then it turned out not to be; it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, this unique feeling was fun.”

“I then taught him how to cast the line, how to find the best spot, and how to make a simple trap out of a bottle to catch leeches’ larvae for bait. Sometimes we take the fish to warehouses or markets to sell them, and sometimes we bake them and eat them on the spot.”

"I was like Robinson, knowing a little bit of everything. And he was like Friday, not very bright, but liked learning and was curious about everything we had.”

"Occasionally, I would complain to him about the troubles I had in real life, and he would say something about himself, maybe about adventures, maybe about future things he wanted to do, or something else.”

"Even if we both can’t understand what the other is saying, it doesn’t prevent us from communicating. And from him, I also learned a lot of interesting words, even some of which I still don’t know what they mean to this day.”

"But... It all came to a sudden halt this morning.”

"Stern-looking guards lined up at Longevity Town’s north gate and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager carry his body onto a truck, sending him to be cremated, and then taking his ashes to the lake, and sprinkling half on the lake shore and half in the lake.”

"Maybe that is his last wish.”

"At that moment I suddenly felt that those NPCs are like real people, not just lines of code.”

"I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, and I would feel sad because of an unexpected goodbye.”

"For a split second, I wish I was the one who died that night.”

"In memory of a fishing fellow who will never return.”

"Even in the end, I still didn’t know his name, but I’ll remember the story about him, even if I’m the only one.”

The post was long, and there were a lot of replies.

Chu Guang rarely saw Quit Bullshit’s posts on the forum before, and only occasionally saw his replies.

This time, the player wrote a lot.

In the follow-up replies, he told the memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.

Although it was not a grand story, and it was all simple and even boring things, those words seemed to contain a lot of emotions.

Makka Pakka: Head pat...

Tail: Uh.

Sisi: Sorry, we couldn’t save your friend.

Mosquito: Sad, if only NPCs could be resurrected.

Gale: mhm, but looking at it from another angle, it may be precise because NPCs have only one life, so we will feel that the world in the game is very realistic. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but something that has been given a soul.

Night Ten: Sigh, I know, but I’m still finding it hard to breathe...

Old White: This game is always too realistic in unnecessary areas.

Ample Time: It’s like an elusive life.

Teng Teng: Sigh...

Yaya: Wuwu, so sad. (>﹏<)

Chu Guang was silent for a long time after he read the post. He typed a lot of words in the reply, but eventually deleted them all.

After repeating the same actions many times, only one sentence remained in the end.

Light: His name was Auspicious.

...

The morning sun rose, as usual, the next day.

While many never returned, life had to go on.

For those living in the wasteland, death was nothing strange. People who were not strong enough mentally already died two centuries ago, and it was impossible for them to survive with weak thoughts.

The training continued as usual.

30 new faces joined the guard and headed to Longevity Town for training.

The vast majority of them came from refugee camps and signed up voluntarily.

Maybe it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it was just because of the steaming barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own home in this wasteland, they didn’t want to go back to their nomadic life anymore.

There was no way to escape, so they decided to take up arms and defend the order and peace.

At the door of the nursing home.

A big fat rat got out of the door and stretched its body while facing the snow-covered ground and the rising sun. "Hell yeah! I finally respawned!"

That was the only advantage the Ratman had.

Others needed three days to respawn, but he only needed to wait for one day to be online again.

It just so happened that Elf Wang also came out of the nursing home. He glanced at this guy and asked curiously, "When did you die?"

Make Me raised an eyebrow. "When do you think? It was that night! I don’t even have a gun, but since the enemy was right in front of me, I could only bite the bullet and fight them."

After saying that, Make Me sighed, "It just pisses me off whenever I think about it. I was lucky enough to find a gun dropped on the ground. But when I was about to rush to pick it up, I was caught by a goddamn hyena."

Elf Wang mumbled, "Ah this..."

Mutated hyenas are supposed to be the most common monsters in the wasteland, right?

Although they were slightly stronger than Crunchers, it was not much stronger. Due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many marauders liked to keep them as pets, and they were basically mutants that novices could easily deal with. However, the rat couldn’t even deal with hyenas. Normally, when encountering things like that, he would recommend the player to delete their account.

But...

It is said that hyenas belonged to the family of Feliformia?

So there was nothing wrong that this player couldn’t defeat a hyena. After all, his bloodline was suppressed by the other party.

Sesame Paste looked at the fat rat with a look of sympathy, the cat ears on the top of her head twitched slightly. "That’s too miserable..."

Speaking of which, she actually felt quite guilty. After all, she was completely oblivious to how he died.

On the other side of the square, Tail also just came out of the nursing home, carrying a rifle.

It was just that compared to yesterday, her expression was somewhat depressed, and anyone could tell at a glance that she was troubled by something.

Sisi comforted, "There there, you’ve already worked hard. Although it’s a pity, this is something that can’t be helped. If you want to complain, you can complain about the dumb developers for setting the difficulty too high."

"Mhm, I’m fine, I just felt that it would be great if I were a little bit stronger... But then again, if you say this in the game, aren’t you afraid that you will be targeted by them?"

There were rumors circulating on the forum, telling players not to badmouth the developers in the game or on the forum, otherwise they would get extremely unlucky in the game, or worse, they would be killed by some freak accident.

Although it was ridiculous, sometimes people couldn’t help believing it.

Sisi immediately lowered her head, put her hands together, and sincerely reflected. "I’m sorry, I was wrong, please forgive this outspoken girl for saying such dumb things."

"Eep!" Tail looked at her in surprise, "You’re such a coward."

Both of them happened to pass the guard station of the outpost at that time.

Tail glanced over there subconsciously, and suddenly stopped.

Sisi also stopped and cast an inquiring look at her. "What’s wrong?"

"Look over there." Tail pointed in the direction of the guard station.

Sisi looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a wall beside the bulletin board.

Was it built yesterday? A surprised look appeared on Sisi’s face.

She hadn’t noticed the structure before. She then noticed that there were nails nailed to the wall, and some iron plates hung on them.

"What’s hanging on the wall?"

"Hmmm... There are 25 in total, and there are probably names written on them. They are probably identity tags or something."

As it turned out, it was a memorial wall.

But this design is quite wastelandish.

By the way, is this an easter egg from the development team?

Sisi suddenly found that Tail seemed to be in a better mood than before.

"Let’s go," said Tail, who had regained her energy, "In order to advance to the first echelon of players as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone at the outpost is still waiting for me to protect them!"

Sisi couldn’t help showing a smile.

Sure enough. She’s a lot cuter when she’s energetic.

Although she felt that other people probably wouldn’t expect them to be of any help.

"Mhm!"

"We’ve got to do our best to get the MVP next time."

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Blip’s Thoughts

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