Once upon a time…
On the banks of mobile market lay a game called JWA. The players of JWA were honest folk who played contentedly in their phones. The months went by, and the game grew very rich.
Then one day, an extraordinary thing happened to disturb the peace.
JWA had always had rats, But they had never been a danger,
for most dinos had always solved the rat problem in the usual way- by killing them. All at once, however, the rats were given special moves and began to multiply.
In the end, a black sea of rats swarmed over the whole game. First, they attacked the commons and the rares, then, they destroyed the legendaries and uniques. The terrified players flocked to plead with the developers to free them from the plague of rats. But the developers council had, for a long time, been sitting in the Mayor’s room, trying to think of a plan.
“What we need is regeneration!”
But only made it worst.
“We’ll put swap in stun then . . .”
But most of the stuns were failing due to RNG and did not stop the rats.
“It just can’t be done without help!” said a Tournament Leader sadly.
Just then, while the players milled around outside, there was a loud knock at the door. “Who can that be?” the forum mods wondered uneasily, mindful of the angry crowds. They gingerly opened the
door. And to their surprise, there stood a tall thin man dressed in brightly colored clothes, with a long feather in his hat, and waving a gold pipe at them.
“I’ve freed other towns of beetles and bats,” the stranger announced, “and for a thousand coins, I’ll rid you of your rats!”
“A thousand coins!” exclaimed the Players. “We’ll give you fifty thousand if you succeed!” At once the stranger hurried away, saying:
“It’s late now, but at dawn tomorrow, there won’t be a rat left in JWA!”
The sun was still below the horizon, when the sound of a pipe wafted through the arenas of JWA. The pied piper slowly made his way through the user profiles and behind him flocked the rats. Out they scampered from aviary, lockwood and ruins, rats of every size and level, all after the piper. And as he played, the stranger marched down to the river and straight into the water, up to his middle. Behind him swarmed the rats and every one was drowned and swept away by the current.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, there was not a single rat in the game. There was even greater delight at JWA community…
Let’s stop the story there as a happy ending … otherwise it will get worse !