《Hit The Road, Jack!》Hit the Road, Jack! : Hit What The Hell is Happening Here?!
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[- Maaan, what?!]
Jack saw a huge log in front of him. He had been lazing around on his new island, enjoying the max-level dungeon the Admins had given him.
As a bonus, a huge bounty had been posted on his head by the “gods”, so there were already armies upon armies of players preparing to wage war on his new lair.
Despite the difference in power, the Goblin Empire had given the example, after all.
Still, Jack preferred to just ignore it.
“If I don’t see it, then it doesn’t exist!” was his motto for the day.
[- Have something weird happened?]
It was “S-day” - the day when the U.N. approved the C1 resolution, unleashing chaos upon Squeam.
Jack logged off right after - he wasn’t a fool, after all, and the situation was really weird.
“If something happens, I just need to work my minimum hours later…”
- JACK! HONEY! JAACK
[- ELÍCIA?!]
Jack hurriedly opened his rooms’ door, only to see his wife running on his direction.
- ARE YOU OKAY? Are you… you’re okay, oh, thank god…
[-Wha…]
Jack has suddenly hugged.
- Come. We have to go! We have to go now!
[- Wait a moment Babe! What’s happening!]
- No time to explain, come!
At that moment, Joe the Dev and Marcus the Goblin Emperor were waiting at the corridor.
- Come fast, you two! - Joe hurried them, while Marcus finished packing his stuff - his neuroset included - in a bag.
- Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit… - Marcus cursed on a low tone.
[- Wai… what…]
Jack tried to ask what was happening, but the corridor was full of people already. There was Orloss, the Demon King. Ahead one could see Druid (Deffindor Ignacio, but he just liked his nickname), the guild master.
In the end, Jack just let himself be dragged away by the crowd.
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