"Those Years of Slag Games" By kiano
Preface
After experiencing the immature and frivolous youth, we all more or less have a period of middle school, where we want to be a big hero, or some handsome villain (?), And what I want to describe now is not like a novel, but more like a biography in the style of complaining. Some of the stories in this article have been actually experienced by me, and some may have been mentioned to me by friends around me, or interesting little jokes that I have thought of...
This is a story about online games.
Ahem, in short, I hope that friends who read this article, when they see the subplots in the story, will also think of the situations in which they led a group of friends to travel around in various settings of the game, or the various past times when enemies fell in love and killed each other (dense fog), or those who laughed and cursed and fought and killed each other in love and hatred.
Those loudspeakers that we shouted on the world channel when we thought it was something big.
Those who are frustrated and frustrated by the delay in getting a certain piece of equipment.
Those old stories about crying and pretending to be disconnected and absent.
Those nonsensical gossips about the past.
Others are, hey, what should I do if my hands have been away from the keyboard for many years and the skill keys are a little unfamiliar? My friends on the list have been a disaster for thousands of years. You must have lived a much better life than me!
I hope we can meet again one day.
This article was written during a lonely and unprofessional period in my senior year of high school.
As a senior high school dog who has just been released from the college entrance examination, scattering flowers manually 233333