I'm a Hard-Working Player, I'll Claim Your Good Name

Year 652 of the New Calendar. Thick smoke is billowing, machines are humming, gangs are everywhere, and the wheels of the industrial age are rolling in. The kind Sheriff Edmund Donaldson couldn't bear to see the people under his rule suffer, and sighed: "I will temporarily tire the players for a year. After all the gangs are eliminated, the East District will be restored to a bright and prosperous world..." The emperor of Falsman started a war that swept the continent. All the countries in the four directions surrendered under his fire, and the kingdoms across the strait were not immune. The heroic General Edmund Donaldson sighed: "I'll temporarily tire the players for two years until this serious problem is resolved..." Famine, slavery, development, dark and light things followed one after another. The wise Prime Minister Edmund Donaldson sighed: "I have been tired of players for three years..." "... Four years..." … A few years later, Edmund Donaldson, Lord Protector, Conqueror, recipient of the Tucker Medal and the Asker Cross, and Honorary President of the Royal Society, lamented: "You have really hurt me!"