Crocodile Farm 2 – The Disaster Couple
After taking the necessary quarantine measures to help Mabel recover her shattered peace of mind, they gathered again the following day at 1:00 PM—an ungodly hour that, for streamers, was practically the crack of dawn. While Rusty returned to his unending labor on the Babel Tower, Mabel and Kuronyang spent the afternoon grinding combat levels in Crocodile Farm 2 to gauge Kuronyang's actual fighting prowess.
The outcome was swift and decisive.
“This… absolute munchkin of a brat…”
“Ehehe…”
What had started as a simple test in Minecraft quickly evolved once the game's hostile mobs proved far too trivial for Kuronyang to dispatch. Teaming up as a trio, Rusty, Kuronyang, and Mabel decided to branch out into an assortment of other games. With viewer recommendations dictating their choices through a roulette wheel on Mabel's stream, they installed and played title after title together.
It gave birth to a sequence of legendary moments that would later achieve fame across You-Tube under the name The Dojo Breaker Squad.
Rusty could grasp the core mechanics of any game within five minutes and evolve into a degenerate, moss-covered veteran within ten. While Kuronyang could not quite match his absurd pace, she still grew accustomed to controls in about thirty minutes, consistently putting on performances worthy of a seasoned old-hand. And Mabel? She was simply their Level 4 Backpack, dead weight carried along for the ride.
Starting with Minecraft, they transitioned to War.G—which they already had some familiarity with—and pulled off an astonishing sixteen consecutive chicken dinners. From there, they stormed into the competitive MOBA titan Legend of Legends, tearing through a succession of famous games and churning out one highlight clip after another. Eventually, feeling the need to catch their breath, they booted up a digital match of traditional Yut Nori.
“I'll have you know I'm actually pretty cracked at luck-based games!” Mabel boasted, grinning triumphantly as she recalled her solid record during past variety collabs with other streamers.
Amid the intense curiosity of countless viewers—wondering whether Rusty and Kuronyang's luck was genuinely miraculous, and just how catastrophic Mabel's cursed hands would turn out to be—the match of Yut Nori commenced.
Mabel took the opening move.
Gae! Two spaces forward.
Gae! Kuronyang pursued immediately, landing squarely on Mabel's piece, capturing it, and earning an extra throw.
Geol! After a moment's calculation, Kuronyang advanced her active piece three spaces.
“Your turn now, Oppa.”
“Uh… right…”
Looking vaguely reluctant, Rusty took the cast of sticks and rolled.
Yut!
Mo!
Yut!
Yut!
Mo!
Mo!
The sticks clattered across the board in an unbroken chain of bonus rolls as Rusty cast again and again, leaving both women staring in stunned, speech-deprived silence. Having swept all his markers across the board and ended the entire match in a single turn, Rusty blinked as Kuronyang shot him a deadpan, incredulous stare.
“Oppa. Are you using hacks?”
“……”
What had started as a combat leveling squad in Crocodile Farm 2 had morphed into the 'Kuronyang Combat Assessment,' which had then escalated into a cross-game 'Dojo Breaker Marathon.' Now, after an absurdly glitch-like roll of the dice derailed their break, it reached its final evolutionary stage: 'Rusty's Bug-Level Luck Verification.'
“So… we're really playing this?”
“Yeah. Kuronyang said the Harodan recommended it.”
Rusty let out a faint sigh as he read the title Kuronyang sent over.
Before this, they had tested their fortunes in a game similar to Dice World Tour, where dice rolls dictated everything.
“Aaaargh! You cheating couple of scammersss!”
Rusty never once set foot on an opponent's property. Kuronyang barely stepped on any either, and on the rare occasion she did, it was always the absolute cheapest land on the board. Meanwhile, every single roll Mabel made dragged her closer to immediate bankruptcy.
“Ugggh… How many games in a row have I lost to tourism monopolies now…?!”
Comically, the moment either Rusty or Kuronyang started snapping up landmark tourist spots, the other would steer entirely clear of them as if courteously conceding the win, leaving Mabel to swallow the crushing financial penalties all on her own. When their average match duration dropped below five minutes over five consecutive games, Mabel's soul had completely withered.
Seeking another game to restore her crumbling sanity, a member of the Harodan suggested a survival title featuring in-game gambling: Rusted Land.
In Rusted Land, players spawned as stone-age primitives, scavenging scrap paper and metal scraps to learn blueprints and advance through the technological eras. Crucially, the map featured a neutral Outpost housing roulette wheels, poker tables, and slot machines, allowing players to gamble their gathered scrap to exponentially multiply their riches.
Realistically, no further proof of their ungodly luck was necessary. But the viewers—now seized by stubborn spite and desperately craving the sight of Rusty suffering an agonizing loss—vocally demanded they test it one last time. (Naturally, everyone politely overlooked the fact that Mabel aggressively championed the idea after hearing they could play cooperatively, thoroughly intent on riding their coattails to easy riches.)
After installing the game, they logged in and set off toward the Outpost where gambling was permitted. Because spawn points were completely randomized, standard survival doctrine dictated setting an early rally point to group up quickly. But nobody cared about standard gameplay—gambling was the only agenda, so they simply agreed to converge directly at the Outpost.
Along the way, Rusty smashed a few barrels to scavenge scrap, chopping trees and gathering hemp to craft a hunting bow.
My current coordinates are here… so I just need to head straight northeast.
Shortly after, he rendezvoused with Kuronyang, who had spawned relatively close by, and the two began their journey across the wilderness. Any unfortunate players crossing their path politely surrendered their scrap beneath the sights of Rusty's bow and remained lying on the dirt until the couple passed—primarily because they were corpses. Before long, Kuronyang even mastered the veteran technique of jump-shooting arrows, taking over all self-defense duties while Rusty casually rode the carry bus.
As for Mabel… well…
“Aaaah! Having a bear right in front of me the second I spawn is completely unfair!”
“Wait, what? A pig?! That wild boar is attacking meee!”
“Here doggy~ come here~ Huh? That's not a doggy? A wolf?! …I'm dead again.”
“Fuuuck me! Three bears in a row?! Is this game targeting me out of pure spite?!”
Hmm… She used to have such a cool, dignified image… When did she break down into this? How strange… Ahem.
At any rate, setting aside one unfortunate soul, Rusty and Kuronyang enjoyed a remarkably peaceful—and distinctly un-Rusted Land-like—journey until they finally arrived at the Outpost. By the way, by the time they reached the safe zone, both of them were clad in full military armor and clutching AK assault rifles. Just what on earth had transpired during that brief trek…?
Regardless, pooling together the 800 scrap they had amassed, they split the stack into 300 for Rusty and 500 for Kuronyang. Stepping up to the simplest game available, the two approached the roulette wheel.
Clack-clack-clack-clack. Ding!
Clack-clack-clack-clack. Ding!
Clack-clack-clack-clack. Ding!
For a good while, the stream broadcast was filled with nothing but the rhythmic spinning and triumphant chimes of the roulette wheel.
Eventually, Mabel dragged her battered virtual avatar into the Outpost.
“…Too much happened. Way too much.”
Before she could even catch her breath, Mabel glanced at the Harodan chat messages and looked toward the casino floor. The spectacle that met her eyes rendered her entirely speechless.
[OHHHH~ RUSTY! RUSTY!]
[KURONYANG GODDESS~ WE LOVE YOU~]
[WOOOOOOO~]
[Praising Lord Rusty and Lady Kuronyang for providing our daily bread today….]
In this game, the maximum stacking limit for scrap was 1,000 per inventory slot. Yet right before her eyes, every time Rusty and Kuronyang spun the roulette wheel, their inventories overflowed. Stacks of 1,000 scrap burst from their bodies like popping corn, while a dense crowd of waiting players scrambled across the floor scooping up the dropped loot, loudly singing their praises.
“Ah… my head hurts……”
Yeah… That's what every single one of us is feeling right now…
Rumor had it that this server eventually descended into a post-apocalyptic wasteland, as practically every resident managed to unlock the absolute highest tier of technology using the mountain of scrap generously showered upon them. Just how much wealth had they scattered across the floor…?
Thus, their grand gaming conquest—one where almost everyone lived happily ever after, save for a single unfortunate soul—drew to a close, leaving behind an unforgettable legend. The footage from that broadcast was subsequently edited into a masterful highlight reel and uploaded to You-Tube.
And countless viewers who witnessed the video began to refer to the duo by a new name:
The Disaster Couple.