"Damn, Uncle Ferdin's symptoms are getting worse, I heard he got himself a set of Knight Armor and put it on at home, just to walk around outside, and even fought with his wife over it?"
"No kidding? We're just role-playing, but he's really mad."
The low muttering of two young gamers nearby made Vomit Mud Sauce blink, and he leaned in to ask:
"You guys together? What's wrong with this buddy? He really believes this stuff in real life?"
"Er, Uncle Ferdin is a firm materialist, it's just that… um, how should I explain it to you?"
A handsome young man with long hair scratched his head, unable to find the right words to describe his companion after several seconds of hesitation. With his hands spread out, he succinctly told Vomit Mud Sauce:
"He's just a drama king!"
"Er, that explanation, surprisingly casual and yet surprisingly convincing."
Vomit Mud Sauce laughed, reaching out a hand to say:
"Hello, buddy, I'm Vomit Mud Sauce."
"Oh, hi, I'm the Legendary Warrior."
