She had entered the game at seven, started fishing at eight fifteen, and now it was nine. Rita had not landed a single fish.
When boredom frayed her nerves she would scratch a few cards to blow off steam, but nothing ever came out. The more she tried to relax, the more irritated she became, until she could not be bothered to scratch at all.
Fine. It was not the Scratch Cards ruining her mood anyway. It was this.
Oh oh oh, a Yummyfish. What rank was that again?
Eighteenth, I think.
Bristle Shark, eleventh on the rarity list.
Glitter Strawberry Fish.
The apprentices around her kept reeling them in one after another, and every catch ranked higher than anything she had seen. The match had barely begun, and people were already using everything they had.
