– At least there was a reason why the two of you were killed. I was killed for being in a dungeon that he was going to hunt in.
– He killed me for yawning.
– He killed me just for being a man.
– I died twelve times. In town, in the square, in the hunting ground, no matter where we met. Later, feeling wronged, I asked him why and he told me it was because he didn’t like my name.
– What was your name?
– ShittyIdiotWeed.
– You deserved to be killed.
An enormous amount of Weed’s misdeeds emerged.
The forum was centered around Weed. Topics that had always been of interest were buried.
– I was killed over thirty times by Weed. I went at him viciously, you see.
– Thirty times? You’re speaking out over that amount? I died over fifty times. There are probably many people who remember the player who bothered Weed until the end; Chestnutty.
– Mr. Chestnutty. You probably never got within a knife’s length of him, right?
– Heh. People above, don’t fight. No matter how much you all died, is it as bad as me? As for me, I was a ranking player within the top 50 in the Continent of Magic. I even had the rare item Apejan’s Circlet. After killing me, Weed took that Apejan’s Circlet and equipped it.
– I’m jealous.
– To have gotten an item taken from you by Weed… did Weed use that item for long?
– It was an item he equipped even when he was hunting the Black Dragon. Waah!
Misplaced pride!