Staring at the dark screen, Vasily felt a sudden emptiness in his heart.
The game was just too realistic. Once it hit midnight in-game, it actually forced the characters to rest, which meant the players were all forcibly logged out.
'Who would've thought there'd be a forced logout mechanic.'
He found himself faintly hoping it would all start again soon.
And he knew he definitely wasn't the only one who felt that way.
It was nearly midnight in Moscow. 'Players in other regions must have it rough,' he thought. 'It should be five in the morning in Hua Country, and night has probably just fallen over in Eagle Country.'
After a quick shower, he got into bed, kissed his wife goodnight, and closed his eyes. But Vasily couldn't fall asleep.
The game he had just experienced was so intensely realistic it had shaken him to the core.
The nuclear war scene was a perfect depiction of Hell on Earth.
'No matter what, we can't let this happen in reality.'
