Vomit Mud Sauce, with the hunting gun in his hands, was trembling so hard that his brain was devoid of any thoughts. He just kept charging with his brave old man, firing off shots and fumbling to reload whenever skeletons lunged at him.
It wasn't until they met up with the players coming to their aid that Vomit Mud Sauce realized he had been shot with an arrow in the butt. He hurriedly pulled it out and tossed it aside when nobody was looking, pretending to be unscathed to avoid becoming a laughingstock.
Although he had only joined the game a day ago, he had heard plenty of "dark secrets" from other players during his time as "Deep Sea Mud Monster" on the forums.
"Dude, why are your pants red?"
Border City Prodigal, wielding a bone knife snatched from a skeleton soldier and slashing wildly, suddenly noticed Vomit Mud Sauce's pants stained red and screamed:
"You're injured in the butt?"
"No! It's the enemy's blood, it dyed my battle armor red!"
Vomit Mud Sauce quickly replied.
