Nyanton and Dark Gamer. The venue had a considerable crowd when it came to holding public talks between two people, who were famous as top abandoners of mackerel, and who had long been known as friends of dog monkeys.
The location chosen as the venue is in front of the park fountain in the central city. Nyanton and Dark Gamer are facing each other as they are surrounded by pedestrian walls.
Neither did Nyanton bring electric spirits to this occasion, to the boulders.
"Exclusive, overgone order and voice is the only battle of loud, unwanted, childish chaos."
Before the talks began, Junko muttered so.
"Heh, as for Midori, I want to support the management union anti-Nyanton, but you still don't want me to"
Hearing Junko whine, Midori exhales small. Because Midori is the bearer of the underlying anti-institutional ideology and, above all, prefers chaos, organizations like management unions do not like it, and naturally put their shoulders in those who defy it.
"Okay, let's get started. You can say what you want to say first. Forgive."
A dark gamer who tells in his majestic and extreme mouthfeel.
"I wonder if it's because of the word" forgiveness. "
Arm up, gnanton with a grumpy face.
"Am I kidding? I said, is that it? A lot these days, is that the least you want to get involved in? Aspe shit brains that only get things on par? No joke, no sarcasm, no insight, no imagination, the owner of the shitty talent that makes your surroundings shiver?
"There's nothing to joke about and it's not funny. Did you mean to be funny?
Taunt Aye from the start, both to impress the surroundings of unfriendly again.
"What these guys. All of a sudden you're fighting."
"One way or another, it's brilliant - it's a bad dark gamer. He's always such a nori, and whoever he is, he's like a biting mad dog. It's defoed personality breakers who curse others."
As strange as it sounds, the truth speaks of dark gamer figures.
"There's only one demand for this one. We're all looking forward to our first event in five years. Don't imitate that the management union will squeak out and water the event I'm all looking forward to. This game has equal rights to play whoever it is"
In a solemn tone, Nyanton tells.
"I've heard that many times already, and it's the same thing I say back, you idiot. Line up and line up in front of the train. Various teams book and use the baseball field in advance. That's what we're doing. If you can only play with a limited number of people in a limited space, give in order to use it as equitably as possible. I'm just arranging that kind of agreement and turning around among the people who accepted that agreement. I don't know anyone who doesn't agree to the agreement. I don't want to push this rule, but I don't want to follow it or give in."
"You don't think I'm willing to push the rules over here? White!"
Nyanton peeled off his eyes and roughed up his voice.
"I'm not letting you tell me you don't know how abusive you've been working against people who don't follow a management union agreement!
"I don't even know, but it's not what I found out."
Fulfilling his invincible grin, Dark Gamer says arrogantly.
"Nothing. I'm not directing you like that, and you're harassing someone who doesn't belong to a management union. You want proof I didn't instruct you? Prove the devil? Well, let me tell you... A group of dozens of guilds in this mackerel belong to a guild organization in the original sense of being a management union, right? If the head of that organization were a villain who would harass those who disobey them, do you think the many people who belong to the organization would leave them alone? I think a conscious voice is bound to come out and drag him down, saying that he can't be trusted to do such terrible things, that he can't tolerate people directing acts that disparage others."
"It's a trick. I can say anything."
"Ahem? Can only such a hypocerebral, illogical spinal reflex fucking return to a proper logical explanation right now? You can't be realistic. In the first place, as a management union, people who don't belong to the union also want to actively work in the union, right? It's only detrimental to imitate those who don't belong to them by harassing them like they're exposed to PK and losing their credibility. Harassing bastards is an obstacle to us."
Now I got angry at Dark Gamer's voice.
"Even if you initially had a backlash against the management union, you might change your mind that you should belong to the union while you battle a few times. And yet if you make a weird harassment of a player who doesn't belong to an admin union, even a bud of those possibilities will be picked. That's stupid, I'll do it. Don't lose sight."
"I understand the logic, but in fact, not many times in the past, players who are not affiliated with the management union have been harassed by those who name the management union. It's a terrible way to expose yourself. Not just the players who poked at the management union, but the spiciness they expose to rolling up to the members of the guild to which they belong. Who the hell did that?
"Two, don't think about it."
To Nyanton's pursuit, the dark gamer becomes sinister and lurks his voice.
"One is the rampage of those who belong to the management union. The other is the work of those who seek to discredit the management union. As far as my position is concerned, I want to assure you that it is the latter, and I want to deny the former... If I were to be a politician or a proprietor and talk with a microphone attached to a mass garbage candle, I'd have to deny it was possible to be resolute - but... Well, I can't deny it. I've been tightly controlling you to stop acting like that..."
A dark-gamer who was ever strong began to cloud his words here for the first time.
"How long have you been talking like that?"
Unexpectedly, the field breaks out of the audience.
"Right. Even in that way, it's just a parallel line. Mr Nyanton demanded it. Mr Darkgamer poked. No matter how many words you spin, that's all we're talking about right now."
"Sure you do."
A penetration came in from another player, and the dark gamer admitted it.
"I don't know what a substitute for a mysterious supergiant creature marathon would be, but if that were a substitute for being an element of engagement, the management union would let it be well managed. But there's also a compromise."
Dark gamers tell with an unpleasant look.
"Create a time zone that management unions are unaware of. In that time frame, we don't care if the childish anti-power ideology shits of the management union do whatever they want. So let's fold it up, shall we?
"The compromise and the rules you've set for yourselves have only been pushed."
"I don't like that, I don't like this, and just to waste it, did you breast this meeting and this? I hope so. We can set up this policy on our own. This is the maximum concession. I'm free to go with it or not."
To the dark gamer who gives the final notice in an abominable tone, Nyanton presses for a while.
"Ok...... At least that's fine with me. But..."
Eventually Nyanton opens his mouth.
"I don't know how any other management union anti will come out. I'm not an anti-representative."
That's all left to say, no greetings later, and Nyanton tries to walk away on the spot.
There was a reason to walk away, not a metastasis. Nyanton had been put in a tel by a certain person before he came here. He was told he wanted to see me after the meeting.
"Wow, that wasn't even very funny."
Midori stretched lightly and said.
"I felt like I had seen an unexpected side of Shining, and I felt very interested in it."
True to speak the opposite of Midori.
"Is that it? Pure sister logged out?
Soon Midori raises an astonishing voice when she sees Junko disappear.
"Probably went to change the character. I've been talking about some kind of contact with Nyanton."
"Be ~"
Midori was convinced by the true words.