"Ah developers, please, give me a bit more playtime!"
In the cleanly tidied college dorm, Invincible Tyrannosaurus Truck was writhing on the top bunk.
Now was the second hour of the "Real Different World" update, with 46 hours left to endure. Clearly, the younger players had a hard time accepting this "harsh" reality.
Curled up on the bed like an oversized silkworm, he wrapped himself in a quilt peculiarly imprinted with a "map pattern" and screamed:
"I can't take it anymore, please developers, I feel like ants crawling all over me, my whole body is shaking, I can hardly breathe, please bro, give me two more hours. An hour will do too, just an hour!
I swear I'll never touch this stuff again.
I can't take it anymore, I can't sleep with all this tossing and turning.
Developers, developers, oh the awful things you've done!"
"Bang"
A pillow hit him, Meow Meow Shark from the lower bunk roared:
