The sun came down on the five miners.

Garlicboi, OheiMark and NoPissBottles were hard at work beating the deposit of ore with their pickaxes.

Meanwhile, JohnWillStab sat and drank some leftover mushroom tea.

“The deposit stores a total of one-thousand mithril, that’s ten stacks…”

JohnWillStab did some digging online and discovered some details about the warehouses.

“The most expensive warehouse consists of three floors and fits thirty storage crates in total…”

“Each one stores ten stacks of items.”

“This means… ehhh… ten… stacks…” JohnWillStab had to bring up a calculator for this simple equation.

“10*100*30 = 30,000”

JohnWillStab breathed a sigh.

He looked up and saw Bonifacius patrolling the area, he was keeping a close eye on all the large, high-level beasts which infested these lands.

A vast majority of them were bird-themed.

Harpies, wyverns and thunderbirds were common foes in Godsrest.

“JohnWillStab: Alright, thinking positively we only need to find thirty more of these mithril patches!” he exclaimed.

“NoPissBottles: THIRTY?!”

“NoPissBottles: We’ll never get that many in one week…” the man slumped his shoulders in defeat.

He had short, light chestnut hair and a small tuft of hair on his pointy chin.

NoPissBottles wore a black coat that reach past his knees over a white shirt and brown trousers.

“OheiMark: Yeah…I really think we don’t stand a chance…”

OheiMark had long blue hair tied back into a ponytail with long bangs in the front, his expression was tired and almost melancholy.

He wore a blue robe over white trousers, wave patterns prevalent throughout the robe the sleeves of which practically swallowed up his entire hand.

“Garlicboi: I mean, maybe we can at least cut into his profits!” the ever-optimistic Garlicboi suggested.

JohnWillStab shook his head in disappointment.

“JohnWillStab: And you dare to call yourselves the Mithril Minors?!” he clicked his tongue.

They all turned to face John.

“JohnWillStab: Do you want to let XxFoxlyxX get away with this?” he asked.

“NoPissBottles: Of course not! But there is nothing we can do!” he exclaimed.

“JohnWillStab: If you have time to cry about how hopeless what you’re doing is then you have time to work towards making it less hopeless!”

Surprised by John’s uncharacteristic optimism, Bonifacius stepped forward.

“Bonifacius: Indeed! JohnWillStab is right!”

John turned to Bonifacius.

“Bonifacius: Put your hopes in JohnWillStab and we promise you victory!”

JohnWillStab’s blood turned cold.

“WE WILL!?”

“YOU MISSED THE POINT OF MY SPEECH COMPLTELY!”

“It’S aBoUt tRyInG tO oVeRcOmE yOuR pRoBleMs!”

“Overcome problems my ass! We don’t stand a chance!”

Bonifacius shot JohnWillStab a thumbs up.

“JohnWillStab: …”

“JohnWillStab: Y-yeah…”

He was crying on the inside.

JohnWillStab hardly slept since the previous day, at some point he started mining the ore with the other three, he was doing little to no progress due to his level but every fraction of a percent for mining-speed would come in handy.

So far, the group spend ten-hour mining non-stop since yesterday.

Their hard work was rewarded with a miserable five-hundred mithril ore.

“JohnWillStab: Five-hundred mithril over ten hours of mining means…”

JohnWillStab brought up the calculator again.

“500/10 = 50”

Fifty mithril per hour.

“So XxFoxlyxX has thirty-thousand mithril ore, we have five hundred,”

“30,000–500 = 25,000”

“We still need twenty-five thousand…”

“25,000/50 = 500”

Five hundred hours of constant mining are needed to get a warehouse of mithril.

JohnWillStab scratched his head.

“Seven days by twenty-four hours equals…”

“One-hundred and sixty-eight…”

JohnWillStab, Bonifacius and the Mithril Minors had to fit five-hundred hours of mining into one-hundred and sixty-eight hours if they wanted to match XxFoxlyxX’s number.

Covered in the golden blood of feather-drakes, Bonifacius approached the group.

“Bonifacius: Greeting! How goes thy plan?” he asked JohnWillStab with a confident smile.

John never stopped mining as he turned his head to face Bonifacius.

“JohnWillStab: Well, I did the maths and we do not have enough time to mine as much as XxFoxlyxX.”

“JohnWillStab: We’d need to mine for another five-hundred hours or just under a month…” he said with a sigh.

Before the members of the Mithril Minors could cry about how hopeless things were John continued.

“JohnWillStab: But I expected as much, I mean, if we could get a warehouse of mithril in one week, it wouldn’t be all that expensive, right?”

“NoPissBottles: So…?”

“JohnWillStab: So, phase-two of my plan will begin soon! You guys just focus on mining!” he explained.

John stopped mining and began walking towards Bonifacius.

“JohnWillStab: Bonifacius, since you’re max-level, can I assume your strength is pretty high?” he asked.

Bonifacius nodded.

“Bonifacius: Indeed, however I cannot extract mithril ore any faster than thou or the others with my strength stat.” he explained.

John grinned.

“JohnWillStab: That’s not what I had in mind!”

“JohnWillStab: Bonifacius, I need you to go and find us some mithril ore!”

“Garlicboi: I see! Then, once we finish the first deposit, we can move onto the next one faster!”

“JohnWillStab: Then pick it up, and bring it here!” John explained.

“Bonifacius: Right!”

All three Mithril Minors looked at John as if he was a madman, if not for Bonifacius agreeing to play along, they would have laughed at John’s idea.

“NoPissBottles: Hold on, what about the monsters?”

“OheiMark: Yeah… Besides, can you even carry ore?”

JohnWillStab shot them a thumbs up.

“JohnWillStab: That’s why I’m here!” he exclaimed.

Twenty minutes later Bonifacius was sprinting across all of Godsrest in search for any lumps of mithril while John ran in circles around the Mithril Minors, a small army of monsters constantly followed him.

An ancient tactic passed down from gamer to gamer, “Kiting”.

As long as John was faster than the average monster, he was able to keep running away.

Since most of the monsters in Godsrest were bird-like, the massive trail of tightly-packed gryphons, thunderbirds and harpies almost resembled a real kite.

“OheiMark: Are you alright, JohnWillStab?”

“JohnWillStab: Yeah, not like I have to worry about running out of stamina,” he laughed.

JohnWillStab was watching videos on an online video-streaming platform called “MeinTube”.

It was a video of a man reacting to a reaction of a reaction of a man having an argument with someone over reacting to his reactions.

John used a piece of tape to keep his “W” and “D” keys pressed so that he could keep running in a circle forever while doing things in the background.

After watching the exactly ten-minute video, he clicked off it and scrolled through his feed.

He glanced over to his notifications seeing that he had “999+” notification, he dismissed them all without reading any.

Immediately the slow trickle of bots and real people began bumping up his notifications.

“0 Notifications,”

“13 Notifications,”

“16 Notifications,”

“27 Notifications,”

“Nice, they slowed down…”

JohnWillStab leaned back in his chair as he reached for a can of energy drink.

The Mithril Minors continued to mine their almost-empty deposit of Mithril, their mouths were practically agape as they saw the two additional chunks of ore Bonifacius was carrying in over his shoulders.

“Bonifacius: I HAVE RETURNED!” he announced.

“JohnWillStab: So it would seem!” he exclaimed already excited by the additional ore discovered by Bonifacius.

He was still being chased by monsters, though his athletics stat increased drastically.

When Bonifacius put the two lumps down beside the one being mined by the Mithril Minors, he turned back to where he came from.

“Bonifacius: I have seen another deposit on my way here, though I couldn’t carry any more! I shall go collect it now!”

John nodded.

“JohnWillStab: Cool,”

No more than fifteen minutes later, the first deposit broke marking the first one-thousand Mithril milestone.

NoPissBottles interrupted the pleasant atmosphere with another depressing remark.

“NoPissBottles: But we still can’t get as much mithril as Foxly, can we?”

John didn’t say anything.

“NoPissBottles: We’ve been at this for days and we’re hopefully one-thirtieth there!”

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“Garlicboi: Come on, complaining isn’t helping!”

Despite this, NoPissBottles still waited for a comment from the one who dragged them out here.

Even so, no reply came from John.

“NoPissBottles: Don’t you have any more pseudo-motivational speeches left?”

John was watching a cat video and eating a cup of instant noodles so he didn’t even see NoPissBottles’ complaints.

“OheiMark: There’s no point going over the same thing over again!”

“NoPissBottles: I’m just saying this is pointless!”

“Garlicboi: You’re repeating yourself!”

“NoPissBottles: …”

NoPissBottles looked at the pure expression of determination on John’s character’s face as he ran from a horde of massive birds and other terrifying creatures capable of killing him instantly.

“NoPissBottles: I mean, why are you even helping us?”

John didn’t reply, he moved on to videos of cats making sounds that kind of sound like human words.

“That’s weird…” he thought contemplating the idea of bringing the bowl to the kitchen or adding it to the pile of mouldy dishes in his room.

“NoPissBottles: If you know we can’t beat Foxly, then you must know you’re not getting anything out of this!”

The other Mithril Minors didn’t reply as if hoping to hear a reply from John themselves.

After placing the bowl in the “I might bring it to the kitchen later” pile of mouldy dishes, he clicked back into the game.

He noticed everyone looking at him expectantly.

Before he could say anything, Bonifacius appeared.

“Bonifacius: JohnWillStab did not reply for there was no need to!” he explained slamming another lump of ore down.

“NoPissBottles: What do you mean?”

“YEAH, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” John thought.

“Bonifacius: Tis because JohnWillStab and I wish to help thee, we wish to right a wrong and teach XxFoxlyxX an important lesson while we do so!”

“Bonifacius: I am certain JohnWillStab felt the same, when we heard about the dishonest tactics of XxFoxlyxX, we knew we must right this wrong in a non-destructive manor!”

“I was kind of impressed by XxFoxlyxX’s trick, he just seemed like a dick! That’s all!” John thought, he was absolutely terrified of ever being expected to live up to Bonifacius’ expectations.

“NoPissBottles: …what a waste of time…”

“I know that NOW! I got carried away and wanted to act all cool!”

“NoPissBottles: But thanks, I guess…”

“OH NO! HE BELIEVED HIM!”

With literal tears in his eyes John nodded.

“JohnWillStab: We got you, buddy…”

A meeting was wrapping up in XxFoxlyxX’s home located in the Victorian-looking city of Glumington.

Glumington was the capital city of Arlepia and the most populated city in the entirety of the game, it was located only about an hour or two on foot from where Bonifacius and John were.

The smooth, wooden floorboards creaked slightly as Foxly paced to and from two opposite sides of the room.

The white wallpaper-covered walls were lit by the fancy golden oil lamps.

Paintings of XxFoxlyxX’s different exploits were pinned to the walls.

The time he created a business from harvesting live-Gravelcrabs for the purpose of maintaining bodies of still water was immortalised with an image of Foxly holding a massive crab.

Another time XxFoxlyxX almost destroyed the server’s economy by buying up all the herbs, most alchemists dropped alchemy altogether and picked other professions, artificially increasing the value of potions.

This led to an increase in herbalists for a short while, before Foxly stopped buying the herbs and they also went broke.

This image was immortalized with a picture of Foxly laying on a massive pile of expensive herbs.

In the centre of the room sat a woman, she was clad in a black dress with dark crimson ruffles near its edges.

At the ends of her long sleeves began black gloves.

She had a thick belt which was red in colour and had a large golden buckle on it.

Her hair was medium length and dark crimson in colour.

“Curstl: I see, so your master plan is to sell a load of shiny metal?” She asked smugly with a raised eyebrow.

Foxly nodded.

“XxFoxlyxX: The Steeldew festival is the biggest event for more than a half of all professions, it’d be a waste to have it go unexploited!” he replied, it felt as if he was defending his entire business plan against one person.

“Curstl: More importantly, a single warehouse can’t store all that much mithril…” she continued.

“Curstl: I’m not entirely sure how you’ll be the only one capitalizing on this.”

Foxly breathed a sigh.

“XxFoxlyxX: I bought-out all the mithril on the market already,”

“XxFoxlyxX: Plus, I sell stacks of 100 mithril each, in other words, even if you only need 10, you buy 100,”

“XxFoxlyxX: It’s safe to say the leftovers will be shared with others so getting any more would leave me with unsellable mithril,”

“XxFoxlyxX: Big workshops might buy a few stacks and use them up, but they’re only about 30% of sales overall,”

After a few seconds of silence Curstl nodded.

“Curstl: I see, well I truly admire the faith you put in your gambit, we’ll be expecting the discussed amount at most one week after the festival ends.”

Foxly nodded.

“XxFoxlyxX: Yeah, yeah, I remember.”

“XxFoxlyxX: Worst case scenario, I pay off your investment and don’t earn much myself, though honestly I can’t see myself losing this game!” he laughed.

Curstl nodded along.

“Curstl: Mm, I hear you got into a… competition with a guild of minors?” she questioned.

Foxly shrugged.

“XxFoxlyxX: I wouldn’t call it a competition,” he remarked smugly.

“Curstl: Like I said, I admire your confidence,”

With that, Curstl stood up from the wooden chair she sat in until now.

Foxly watched her walk towards the door.

“XxFoxlyxX: If you’re that worried about not getting the money back you can go and kill the others off, I don’t really care about the deal.” He suggested.

Curstl didn’t turn back as she stopped in her step.

“Curstl: The jGuardians are not mercenaries, Foxly.”

Foxly felt a chill run down his spine as the coldness of her words reached his mind.

“XxFoxlyxX: Right, sorry!”

After a few tense seconds Curstl left the room and took a portal directly to the jGuardian base in Highfall.

Foxly breathed a deep sigh and moved his character over to the fancy wooden chair with red felt covering it.

He sat down on it and glanced out the dusty windows in his office.

The tall chimneys from the various industrial-era factories poked out from the maze-like roads and streets lined with tall homes.

“Should I go check on those guys? The tank looked pretty rich with his armour… but the other four looked… yeah, think I’m good.” He smirked.

Meanwhile, the Mithril Minors were taking a break from mining, unlike John they couldn’t keep mining indefinitely due to their stamina bars.

“NoPissBottles: The ore’s starting to add up…” he remarked biting off a chunk of bread Bonifacius brought from a nearby inn.

JohnWillStab nodded.

“JohnWillStab: Yup, 3500 bits of mithril!” John said taking a sip from the glass of promised milk Bonifacius kept in his inventory for the last few days.

“Garlicboi: Yeah, we might actually be able to cut into XxFoxlyxX’s earning for real!” he cheered taking gulp of water from a small sack.

OheiMark lay on the ground with a practically empty stamina bar.

His character barely mustered enough strength to slowly chew on the baguette that stuck out of his mouth like a flagpole.

Between the group stood a small fire.

Bonifacius sat beside them, he was polishing his blade which was soaked with gold-coloured blood.

“OheiMark: Yeah, we’re really making some good progress!”

“Bonifacius: Indeed! Perhaps thou may be able to afford the mount thou desired!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“OheiMark: That would be nice!” he laughed.

Over the last few days, the members of the Mithril Minors learned the secrets of decrypting Bonifacius’ messages.

“JohnWillStab: So, I think it’s time I ask you guys what the plan here is,” John began.

Everyone turned to face him.

“JohnWillStab: Is this a money-making scheme or is it revenge?” he asked.

Everyone went quiet.

The fire crackled as a few sparks flew up into the night sky above.

For the next two days JohnWillStab, Bonifacius and the minors were hard at work; they spend even more time mining every day until they managed to get a grand total of ten-thousand mithril ore.

Despite their best efforts they couldn’t even reach half of XxFoxlyxX’s presumed mithril stock.

JohnWillStab turned to those with whom he slaved over pixelated rocks for a week of his life.

“JohnWillStab: Alright, let’s wrap up!” he said looking at the visibly exhausted group.

It was the day of the festival.

XxFoxlyxX walked around the festival ground which were located outside the city of Glumington.

Right outside the gates there were tents, carts and tents on carts.

While some were NPC-created, a vast majority belonged to players.

Over one hundred players walked around, playing minigames and buying exclusive items that can only be bought during this one day of the year.

JohnWillStab walked with Bonifacius and the Minors as he ate a pink ball of cotton candy off a small stick, thought the one who sold John the snack insisted it was called sugar-wire to fit the metal-theme of the festival.

“JohnWillStab: This place is lively…” he remarked glancing back to make sure he didn’t lose sight of Bonifacius.

They were walking past the many multi-coloured tents with large signs stating their purpose.

“Festival Foods!”

“Cosmetic Items!”

“Potions!”

“HELP! I’M BEING FORCED TO RUN A STALL HERE!”

Most of them had a metallic theme to them.

The potion shop sold potions in expensive-looking bottles together with metal bottle-holders.

The food stalls included gold flakes in a many dish.

“Bonifacius: Indeed! Perhaps we should visit the cosmetic items stalls?” he offered.

“JohnWillStab: Do you think it’s worth it?” John asked.

“Garlicboi: They usually have cool stuff like costumes or weapons! Apparently, some stuff is randomly generated, so you’ll never see it again if you don’t buy it now!”

In the distance a group of players played several instruments, a set of donation boxes were laid out before them.

They were taking requests for songs from the audience which unfortunately meant a lot of anime openings being requested by weeaboos.

Before anybody could get distracted by the various attractions, JohnWillStab bumped into a certain frogman.

XxFoxlyxX collided with John, he fell to the ground, dropping a metal stein of beer to the ground.

“XxFoxlyxX: Dude, watch where you’re going!” Foxly exclaimed jumping to his feet.

The moment he recognized John’s look he looked around for the others.

“XxFoxlyxX: Oh, you guys came!”

He smiled once again.

John nodded.

“JohnWillStab: Sup.”

The frogman wore different clothes from last time, he wore blue trousers, a cream colour hoodie and a purple scarf, the hat never left his head though.

“XxFoxlyxX: So how much did you earn from your little game?” he asked smugly.

JohnWillStab scratched his head awkwardly.

“JohnWillStab: 8 silver.” He said plainly.

Foxly looked at John awaiting some sort of continuation.

As if he expected John to exclaimed “Eight silver… AND ONE BILLION GOLD!”

Even so, no continuation came.

“XxFoxlyxX: You guys didn’t even try, did you?” he asked, visibly disappointed.

“XxFoxlyxX: I was hoping for some real competition…” he lamented.

John shrugged.

“JohnWillStab: How much did you earn so far?” he asked.

XxFoxlyxX smiled.

“XxFoxlyxX: How about I go check?”

“JohnWillStab: Sure, let’s go.” John replied.

Foxly was starting to get a bad feeling in his gut.

He turned towards the gates of the city; he would probably be able to find a mailbox at every corner there.

As he walked, Foxly observed the different stalls around the festival.

Furniture, decorations, armour, toy items and crafting materials, they were all made from mithril easing his suspicion.

They walked into the comparatively empty town.

Foxly took a turn to the left and saw the large building serving as the hub for all commerce, the auction house.

Next to its doors stood a simple mailbox.

Foxly rushed over to it and checked his earnings.

Nothing.

“XxFoxlyxX: What the f#*k did you do?” he demanded turning to the five players behind him.

“JohnWillStab: We knew we couldn’t make anywhere near enough of a profit to screw you over, so we chose not to make a profit.” John said with a smug shrug.

Confused, XxFoxlyxX rushed into the auction house, he practically sprinted over the old floorboards as he pushed past the other players directly to the auctioneer NPC.

He clicked on them and saw the oh so familiar menu open up.

He searched for the word “mithril” finding many results from plates, bars and eventually ore.

“Mithril Ore(10x) for 1 copper – by JohnWillStab”

“Mithril Ore(10x) for 1 copper – by Bonifacius”

“Mithril Ore(10x) for 1 copper – by Garlicboi”

“Mithril Ore(10x) for 1 copper – by OheiMark”

“Mithril Ore(10x) for 1 copper – by NoPissBottles”

There were dozens upon dozens of these same auctions out, though by now the sales slowed down drastically, even if Foxly bought them all out he wouldn’t find anybody to buy them.

He turned back realising he still had a way to earn a profit.

XxFoxlyxX charged right through the gates of Glumington and towards the colourful maze of tents.

John and the other followed him.

When they caught up to Foxly one thing was clear, his “way to earn a profit” was already thought of.

He saw a craftsman who would typically order things from him in bulk sharpening the edge of a mithril blade he finished making.

“Mothsmite: Oh s#*t, Bonifacius!”

Foxly looked back to Bonifacius.

“Do they know each other!? Was it bribery?!”

“Bonifacius: Greetings, blacksmith! I take it the ore worked well?” he asked.

The grey-feathered harpy nodded.

“Mothsmite: That’s an under-statement! I finally found a use for the apprentices!” he laughed gesturing to the back of the tent he worked in.

Foxly ran around it seeing a group of three low-level blacksmiths desperately mining a lump of mithril that somehow found its way to the Calsh, a low-level zone where only iron, copper and coal spawned.

Foxly remained silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly he burst into laughter.

“XxFoxlyxX: NICE!”

“JohnWillStab: I know right?!”

The two laughed it up as the three Mithril Minors looked at them uncertainly.

“XxFoxlyxX: I never expected you guys to actually pull something like this!”

“XxFoxlyxX: If not for the fact I sold some mithril for the last week leading up to the event you might have ruined me!” he remarked smugly.

“Garlicboi: Damn it! I thought we got him for good!” he exclaimed.

Foxly crossed his arms.

“XxFoxlyxX: People far richer than you have tried and fail to cost me this much, you should be pretty proud of yourselves!” he replied.

After paying off the jGuardian investment, Foxly earned a total of six silver.

The festival went on for long into the night, many players stayed up extra late just to enjoy some of the minigames and rare items.

Later that night, as Bonifacius celebrated his victory with the Minors, Foxly and JohnWillStab lazed around one of the benches by the food tent.

“XxFoxlyxX: I didn’t want to admit it in front of the Minors, but I’m actually shocked you did as much as you did…” he remarked.

The evil grin on Foxly’s face was replaced by an almost relieved smile.

“JohnWillStab: Didn’t I say I was a master of strategy games?” he replied with a laugh.

They were drinking gold-infused beer.

“XxFoxlyxX: Like civ?”

“JohnWillStab: I’d say more like ‘Hearts of Steel’ or ‘Crusader Princes’” he replied with a shrug.

“XxFoxlyxX: Ah,”

They drank in silence for a while.

“XxFoxlyxX: You’re new, right?”

John nodded.

“XxFoxlyxX: Do you have any profession in mind yet?” he asked.

John shook his head.

“JohnWillStab: I didn’t really get a chance to think about it,”

“XxFoxlyxX: Well, why don’t you get into auctioning? It’s not officially a profession but it basically functions the same!”

John shrugged.

“JohnWillStab: Maybe…”

“XxFoxlyxX: Tell you what! I’ll make you a deal, newbie!” he exclaimed with the same smug smile from before.

John raised an eyebrow.

“XxFoxlyxX: I shall make you my apprentice!”

“XxFoxlyxX: Together we will make all the money there is on the server!”

“XxFoxlyxX: I’ll even buy you a home in Glumington and a warehouse!”

“XxFoxlyxX: And then, when the time is right, you can become my rival!” he exclaimed striking a pose consisting of widely spread hands and an arched back.

John considered the idea for a few anticlimactic seconds as Foxly maintained the dramatic pose.

“JohnWillStab: I’m good, you seem weird…” he replied with squinted eyes.

“XxFoxlyxX: What!? Come on! I’ll pay you!”

John shook his head.

“JohnWillStab: I’ll pass…”

“XxFoxlyxX: WHAT!?”

“JohnWillStab: I’m don’t have a money-fetish like you, so I’m good…” he replied.

“XxFoxlyxX: Come on, man! It’s been ages since I had this much fun!”

John breathed a sigh.

“JohnWillStab: I just want to play the game, level up, y’know…” he explained glancing up to the night sky were clusters of colourful stars danced around the quickly moving sky.

XxFoxlyxX collapsed onto the bench with a thud.

“XxFoxlyxX: This sucks…”

JohnWillStab received an unannounced friend request from XxFoxlyxX, he accepted.

“XxFoxlyxX: So, how’s playing the game normally?” he asked listlessly.

John leaned forward on the bench.

“JohnWillStab: Fun, I guess…”

“JohnWillStab: Sometimes you eat slimes, other times you get sad over a dying NPC ghosts or have a weird dance with a water spirit…”

Foxly raised an eyebrow, he was equally confused and concerned.

“JohnWillStab: I guess stupid quests and some friends to do them with is a recipe for a fun game…” he speculated.

“JohnWillStab: You’re free to tag along if you want…”

“XxFoxlyxX: I’m good, you seem weird…” he replied jokingly.

“JohnWillStab: Touché”

The sky erupted into colour as a spectrum of fireworks burst into dazzling flames.

Green, blue, yellow, blue and every colour in between.

The nice scene lasted for exactly ten seconds before bots and players alike started firing off their own fireworks.

“Get a life loosers!” read one of them.

To this day it is unknown if the spelling error was done on purpose or not.

A dark red one went off next.

“Now that you’re covered in red, you’re at the end of two spectrums! - Kevin” read another.

“Enjoy the festival!” read another.

“Visit freeInGameGold.scam for free gold for the lowest prices on the market!”

Then more… phallic… shapes were displayed in the sky.

Then pictures of anime character were fired off, probably by the same people that tormented them musicians’ guild.

Then lewd anime pictures.

It was chaos.