End of the Beginning

A hundred.

Ninety.

Sixty.

Eventually, more than half of the raid party either lost their lives or disconnected from the game in fear of getting the death penalty. The devs should fix that.

Forty.

Thirty.

The loss became apparent to everyone. The raid is a failure.

Twenty.

Ten.

By now, all hope is lost and the remaining players stood still to accept their fate.

Five.

A few more disconnected from the game and exploited the logout trick. The remaining ones who were agile had the chance to live last. But their luck will soon run out.

Three.

By now, it was clear that someone had a death wish.

Two.

And it remained there.

There were two people who were left. One, Bob—the stubborn man who had a death wish—continued his assault. Two, Seared-Duck—the guy that has been sneaky since earlier—did not stop recording the incident.