"Work's here, work's here!"
"Another fight? Awesome, it's been so long since we've had a good scrap!"
"Damn! Why only 50 people? Are you all that quick on the draw?"
"Hesitate, and you lose!"
"Can I hang around without a mission? I'm broke, but I just want to watch the storyline unfold!"
"Front row offering Goblin Rocket Launchers for sale! Selling at a loss, big clearance, 5 silver coins each! You can't get fooled if you don't buy, you can't regret if you don't overpay!"
"I'll take one, put it on my tab!"
"Get lost!"
At the western gate of Outpost Base.
A huge crowd of players, clutching their weapons and ammo, ran to the open space in front of the trenches to gather.
The bustling scene didn't quite seem like they were headed into battle; instead, it felt like a festival.
Especially a particular mischievous little player, who rented a covered cart from the warehouse, loading it with cannon barrels, mounts, and shells all in one go.