Shoot Me

In the first place, Xi Wei had imagined the fishmen's assault on the Frogmen Village would be no different from an apocalyptic zombie movie: hordes of fishmen crawling out of the ocean, throwing the crushing weight of their sheer numbers over the weak and helpless Players. On the other hand, the Players, driven by the generous rewards he had put in place would wage a terrible war against the fishmen, inspiring songs and tears. 

After all, those Players who were stranded outside could not return as of yet. In addition to the thirty-three players who sacrificed themselves to the tsunami, just over a hundred Players out of the current two hundred could stand on the beaches to repel the fishfolk.

And yet, reality was:

"That fishman is mine. Please don't kill steal, bro—let's be reasonable, okay?"

"Shut up. You might have yours in the next wave."

"But I never got one since yesterday…"