Five players sat around a roaring campfire, surrounded by five small tents. The crackling fire illuminated their faces as they ate, drank, and played drums. Laughter and singing filled the air, echoing through the quiet forest night.
"Hahaha! Do you remember the look on that old villager's face when I grabbed his grandson? The kid couldn't have been more than a teenager!" A shielder in heavy armor, with the player name TheBoss, shouted.
"Haha, that was a lot of fun!"
"Yeah, we'll do it again tonight. I'm sure there'll be plenty of terrified villagers," another added, grinning wickedly.
"This is the best! Just make sure we don't cause too much damage, so we can come back later and have more fun," someone else chimed in.
"Yeah, like setting their houses on fire while they're still inside. That's a blast!" another player laughed so hard, he could barely catch his breath.
TheBoss tore into his roasted meat, chewing with relish.
