Just down the street from the square, Mosquito, who was selling fireworks from his truck, was caught red-handed by players patrolling with "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee" armbands.
Bystanders passing by crowded around, curiously watching the commotion.
"Damn it! What's wrong with selling a few fireworks? Why can others sell them, but not me?" Mosquito tried to justify himself, shouting loudly.
The two players who caught him did not give him any face and relentlessly retorted.
"You've got some nerve!"
"Are those even fireworks?"
Elena rummaged at the stall, picked up a rocket with a diameter as thick as a calf, and clicked her tongue as she spoke.
"Hail Rock 1.0 rocket... Are these things not obsolete yet?"
A rocket launcher with a distinctive alliance feature.
He remembered using this very thing when they fought the Chewing Bone Tribe, and couldn't believe it still existed in the Wasteland Era, year 213.
