Stagnant Water of Apocalypse

Chapter 41: The Other Stagnant Water

In order to communicate in Survival Life, a microphone was required. However, in the game, it's not possible to hear the voices of users. It was because of the game's unique system where it converts the voice input into text. Since the ID was not revealed, there's no way to know who the user was unless the user speaks. The developer team seemed to want users to keep the concept of anonymous survivors. There was also a patch about that at one point, so in the beginning, users kept the concept well. Afterall, users who hunted and chatted with me today could become my enemies tomorrow.

But as time passed, the atmosphere of the server changed. As more and more users dropped out of the game, leaving only the us, the stagnant waters, we began to decorate our appearance to our liking. So, even when our ID couldn't be seen, the others could immediately recognize who is who by looking at their appearance.

For example, Rabbit Pwincess used to wear a bunny girl costume on a bald male. Because he's a man, should I call the costume bunny man? At first, we cursed his appearance because it was disgusting.

"But later, everyone ended up only wearing underpants..."

The most frightening thing in this world was getting used to things like this...seriously.

And Rabbit Pwincess, who pioneered the fashion change of the the stagnant water, often shouted 'sex'. The reason was unknown. Everytime he opens his mouth, those words always come out without fail. It was my daily routine with Duck Buttock's Goes Kwek Kwek to beat him up because he's such a perverted guy.

"If he levels up this quickly, it looks like his unique ability is not a joke." I said as I looked at the item menu. Rabbit Pwincess had the longest playtime amongst the three. Probably over 5,000 hours. He's only second to me. If so, just how good his unique ability would be?

"Dangerous..." I stopped trying to type something in the comment. Judging from the fact that he leveled up so quickly, Rabbit Pwincess' unique ability was clearly combat-oriented. On top of it, since he had reached level 15, he must have acquired 3 additional effects to the ability. I don't know what it was, but it was clear that I won't stand a chance against him in a fight.

"In Survival Life, we played together..." but in reality, there's no guarantee that it will be the case too. I have no idea who he really is or what his personality is like after all.

"But it doesn't seem like that idiot-like personality in-game was made up." Let's take a closer look. I selected the comment field and entered text by voice.

-Hello

Once I put it out, I left the comment section and immediately began to work. Lately, I've been obsessed with learning how to make smoked trout. My teacher was naturally the survival books and videos downloaded from MeTube. It's impossible to make it with a smoker right now, so I decided to try the easy way.

"Put this rod into a triangle..." covered it with tarpaulin and put the salted trout inside. It looks clumsy, but as it's a traditional method, it is worth the try. I cut the firewoods into small pieces and put it under the triangle rod before lighting it up.

Cough-!! Cough-!!

"Oh, it's stinging!!" The smoke was so strong to the point I had to move away from the pit. But still, I couldn't take my eyes off it. Afterall, this smoking method requires maintaining the same temperature for up to several hours. I still don't know the best number of hours yet, so I had to perfect the method through trial and error. If the current method didn't work, I would have to smoke it in another way and perhaps also change the wood.

"..."

By the way, watching a smoking process together with Dingo like this made me feel like I'm an actual caveman. It was a strange and complicated feeling. Though, I still felt grateful as even at this moment, when I was enjoying the moment of peace, countless people out there were fighting against zombies for their survival. They couldn't even dream of eating smoked trout. All they had were those bland MRE.