Junko broke up with Tatsuyoshi and went to see a certain person with True and Big Mouse.
Head to the Innsuntas area liquor store in the central city. It is a mechanism whereby only those who allow it enter with a password, and only those who enter can have conversations and other acts without outside interference here. For this reason, some people use it for a difficult purpose.
"Masaka, Dark Gamer and I know Datta in real life, sir. By the way, how about tired, Natta's Ne?
"Hey... a little bit"
Asked by Big Mouse, pure child clouding the words.
The four came to meet a player named Dark Gamer, the head of the management union, one of the famous abolitionists of this pink mackerel.
"You'll see him in real life. I live in the same great town."
True says. The intended person lives in a large mansion, about a few minutes' walk from Candoville - halfway between the pleasure district and downtown.
"Well, it's in-game business, so you should get it done in-game. I have access from home."
Searches the tavern area as Junko says, and completes the process of entering the room made by Dark Gamer.
The three Junkos are transferred inside the tavern.
"Hey. What's the real deal? It's not funny. It's them."
Inside were female players of shit-eating insidious dwarves. When I see the face of True and Junko, I'll put my ass on it.
"Regardless of who the woman is, you're using the characters as you imagine in real life."
Looking down at the other person, the truth tells.
"Still, I'm making characters right over here, so you're the one, or something like that, in a completely different way. The sensibilities, they're pretty crazy, distorted and rotten, aren't they?
Looking up at the truth, the shit-eating insidious dwarf woman says it back in a tall voice.
"Instead, the way you talk is different from real life."
And, true.
"I don't RP like Junko. If that's what you mean, Big Mouse, it's not as real as it sounds."
"I have karane even if I RP. There's no choice but to leave it like this, yo."
They let themselves out to engage, and Big Mouse spills a bitter laugh.
"You only started Midori, didn't you? This is Mr. Dark Gamer. In real life, Star Charcoal Huiming, the twenty-seventh generation heir to Star Charcoal Stream Witchcraft. I also run a paranormal dealership on the back street."
Junko to be introduced on his behalf.
"Heh, I'm Midori Shizuno. I'm a real face, just like my real brother."
"Ahhh? Shizuno, huh?
Dark gamer staring at Midori. Star Charcoal Stream Witchcraft and Shizuno Stream Witchcraft have long been associated with countless causes.
"Are you ashamed that the hikikomoride bottom is the shitty genre of the pioneers? What happened to the Hikihiro Dark Homo? I heard you did Recommend 11 together."
"Am I? What is this guy? They're fighting and selling, right? Up and about."
Midori shows her teeth and laughs, but stares at the dark gamers who stir her up in the first person.
"Starling coal beat Shizuno once? Even the magicians in this country can prove it when they see the power relationship completely underneath, right?"
"I see. The wretched ancestors kept losing, but they won, and they lost, and they think the world appreciates them? Come on, Shizuno, do whatever you want, and you're not aware that people are just bothering you with the shit genre that they're rating you? On the contrary, the star coal streams have been helping people and helping the public -? If you're winning or losing, you're already fighting at that point. We've protected people from the backs of history. Thankful beings. You guys are gorgeous. You got a fight, don't you? Even if that gogi insists that we're stronger, it's only funny to my eyes. Is Gogiburi saying too much? Yeah, well, a kindergartner with a knife or a gun said, 'I'm strong!' And laughing, it feels like I'm leaking my cock for the first time? That's Temei now."
Midori loses her words to a dark gamer who puts on a very disgusting intonation and puts his poisonous tongue all over her.
"Stop. This guy's mouth is filthy. Don't take it seriously. You should give up and deal with it. The best thing is to stay out of it."
True pinches his mouth, pulls and laughs to control the trembling Midori.
(I'm a confident talker, too, am I? But to this guy... I feel like I totally lost saying it now and I regret it so much ~... I can say it back any more, but when I say something back, I feel like I'm going to be overwhelmed with unscrupulous words and no...)
Midori sends a telepathy that truly tells her how she feels right now, with dark gamers staring at her.
"Oh, good? I really need you to stop. Wow, shaking and screaming. Hello. Look, don't hesitate, can I say it back? Whatever you say back, give it back a hundred million times. Look, come back to me, you meth kid. Or are you gonna cry? A woman can always end up crying and running, so it's easy."
"Dark gamer, come on, sir"
A big mouse cautious of provoking dark gamers with a slightly angry voice.
"Midori should be patient here, too. Only this kid should give up because he thinks he runs away but wins..."
"Yeah, okay...... no, you can lose now. I feel barren trying to win like this."
Even Junko mocks me, and Midori pulls back. The last word was not disgusting or strong, but an unmistakable sincerity.
"Let's get down to business. I'll see you before then."
Looking over the four, Dark Gamer cuts out the story.
(It feels as though I'm the natural divider.)
I thought to myself when I saw that.
"First of all, the current status of recommendation 11. Almost equal to the end, people are dwindling. The operation stopped only with large-scale development, but the same graphics, different performance equipment, etc. had been added. I did a bulk sprinkle of items and was aiming for new and return group friendly specifications, but there were no more new ones, and the return group had stopped again soon, all the time. Some of the players who loved and cling to this game could threaten when this world would disappear, while others gave up that they had no choice when it came, hoping that it would survive in any case. Of course I'm one of them. That's why it's a management union, and it's a shitty pain in the ass, and it can do the top of the organization."
I naturally know the truth and Midori about the story around here, so even if you say so, it was a hassle to ask.
"So, an electric spiritual being that appeared abruptly. Of course I know. I made contact with a guy named the nurturer who created the electric spirit. They came to hear the story."
I just said that with no body on, Dark Gamer made me laugh niggardly.
(Even if your face is different, you laugh the same way you laugh in real life)
I saw Dark Gamer's invincible smile and the truth is I thought so.
"As I understand it, neither Electric Spiritualist nor his servant, Nyanton or Tatsuyoshi, want to suspend the service of this game. I am very obsessed. Their purpose is to maintain Recommended 11. I'm adding more electric spirits to that. It's a wasted plan of ability to keep the game alive by increasing the game population to tunnels. It's not working at all."
Dark gamer shrugging shoulders.
"What am I going to do with them, by the way? I also told my nurturing husband not to interfere. I don't agree, but I don't disagree. In real life, if you ask me to be the doorman, I'm not talking about it."
"I don't know. You don't have to do that, there's as many quicker ways, right? Isn't it easy to manipulate the operating side and control the company itself with the power of an electric spirit called you, the nurturing husband?
"Keh, that's his - I'm sure he'll never forgive his nurturing husband's aesthetics."
To Junko's question, Dark Gamer answered by trying to laugh it off.
"He repels the very act of putting an ass on this game. Even the act of complaining to developers about the specifications of the game on the official forum is hostile to both Kramers as something to be abhorred. I know a little bit about that feeling, too. Let's keep the development and the company in control and do as we want, keeping the game from ending is what makes me feel like doing the game the way I want it because I don't care. Besides, forcing people to run away games is a vain act, like playing with haribotes and corpses."
In his last words, Dark Gamer had a lonely grin.
"I asked my nurturing husband a lot, too. So, he said. Minimal interference with players in this game. To the point of subordinating some people. At least no harm will be done. The same goes for developers and companies."
"You've got a muscle coming through. I like games, and yet to maintain them."
True says.
"My nurturing husband isn't just about maintaining it. I want my old glory back. I want to do a lively recommendation 11 with a lot of people twitching. The more people there are, the more drama there is. Besides, even a gaming company would invest that money and talent. It's not like I want to keep Haribote alive."
"Heh, even electric spirits are like haribotes. I mean, Sakura, let's go."
"I agree, but the electric spirit must be like first aid"
In response to Midori's words, Dark Gamer said.
"I was wondering if you might have done something to the development company to suddenly do another massive upgrade. 'Cause it's weird, right? How do you think I did that when I almost stopped the development because I couldn't make a profit and it was just minimal coordination and operation?
Junko asks Turk Gamer for his opinion.
"That's strange to all the players. But my husband doesn't seem like the type to do that."
"Even if you're not interfering, other electric spirits may not be."
"Keh, that's possible. Is it possible that Nyanton or Tatsuyoshi is interfering in real life with her husband without permission? So, is there anything else you want to ask me? I think that's about as much information as I can give you."
"I don't know about that. Thanks. A lot."
Junko says thank you.
"After this, I plan to have a public meeting with Nyanton. Just fine, and let them worship this mackerel god of abandonment."
Dark gamers spoke to the four people who stood up and tried to leave the tavern.