Large Server
“Ugh, shall we move now?”
-Yeah
-This spot sucks tf
I fished enough and stood up.
I came here 'cause sea fishing's supposed to be good, but nah.
All day and only sardines.
-So where to now?
-There's a fishing crew by the lake next to the city
“Fishing crew? …Why group up for fishing?”
-...?
-Large server shit lol
-They're hobbyists too
“No pro fishermen?”
-Would there be??
-Hobbies should stay hobbies lol
Weird. It's kinda profitable tho.
Swapped gear with recent earnings too.
“Man, gotta have a big car.”
I said that while loading gear into the new ride.
Black like before, but this one's a large van.
-This as a taxi..?
-Using a van as fishing rig lol
-Company say nothing??
“Everyone's on strike so cars are piling up.”
Apparently all taxi drivers striking, cars everywhere.
Snagged this van cheap.
-Only worker's off fishing lol
-City's basically no taxis lol
-Take a call? Empty streets rn??
“Who'd ride in this thing?”
I pointed inside the van.
Filled with coolers, fancy rods—fishing gear everywhere.
Stinks like fish, who'd get in?
-You get it
-Yeah just be a gang taegong then
Viewers were giving up now.
High hopes? Sorry then.
But hanging with strangers suddenly? Awkward.
Plus it's an RP server where anything goes—that's why I joined.
Chill vibes.
Wasn't planning to be full-time fisher tho.
"Alright, let's roll~"
Just as I loaded up and started the van.
A viewer finally snapped and donated the city update.
Obviously against rules.
“Whoa, spoil that and it's a ban.”
-Legend never forgotten rip
-You don't check news
-Righteous youth
-Listen to radio at least??
“Oh yeah? Forgot about that.”
Bought a radio with the gear last time.
Grabbed it from the back seat and tuned in.
[...And now, voices of discontent from inside the city...]
-Voice chat
-Kya lmao
-Who's that??
A crisp announcer voice came on.
Probably a streamer. Announcer's a job option.
[Some worry it's the spark of war...]
Right on cue, talking war.
Sounds like war's about to pop off in the city.
Gangs out in the open, duh.
Gang vs gang or cops, fight's coming.
-Let's go watch??
-Taxi man gotta do taxi things
-Go shoot some guns ffs
“Are they insane… War breaks out, better stay put than crawl in?”
-She finally gets it lol
-Go report and die yup
-Shit maybe..?
“War's all pointless.”
Our mentor Han Seonghwa always preached against it.
Said it leaves people, and no people means ultimate waste.
“Got it?”
Told the chat that and arrived at my pre-marked spot.
-Dude naturally went to another fishing spot
-Coward spittin facts
-Mentor << Who tf is that??
-Idc let's go shoot people lol
“Server's just starting, no need to rush.”
Huge server, long timeline—why so urgent?
“I'm not fishing fish. I'm fishing for the right moment.”
Said that, sat, cast the rod.
Fancy bought rod arcs smooth, plops float far out.
-You the gang taegong??
-This is peak pro
-You're fishing to make money dumbass lol
“Anyway, let's focus on skipjack.”
-Fishing dog tf
-Ok~ fish forever
-Just do ani gold cup here
“Not gold cup, proper analysis.”
Anyway, wrapping war talk.
Time to continue the misoang showdown.
Rustle, rustle.
-??
-Someone coming?
Super remote spot in server.
Noise from behind bushes.
“Who's...”
“Huh? People here?”
Turned—guy emerged from bushes.
“Who're you?”
-??
-Who tf
-Way whoa
People actually come here.
I stared amazed, he chuckled.
“I'm Busan Gang Cheolton, whatcha doin out here?”
“Skipjack spot...”
“Pardon?”
-Was it actually??
-Info: It is a skipjack spot
-Insane fishing dog
“Uh, um… Seen a skinny glasses guy around?”
“Nah.”
“Damn… Wrong spot. What's your name?”
Gruff voice, looked mid-30s.
Not 20s, maybe late 30s.
“I'm Wayo.”
“Oh, Wayong? The prime minister.”
“Uh, yeah.”
-He misunderstood lol
-This guy's prime minister..?
Misheard name… but didn't correct.
Wayong ain't bad.
“Fishing pro?”
“Nah, hobby.”
“Pretty serious for hobby.”
Pointed around my gear: coolers, spare rods.
“Oh, this.”
Built up bit by bit.
“Can't slack on a hobby. Light heart, heavy deeds.”
Remembered viewers dipping to 150.
Bled viewers then.
But stuck heavy, fished serious—they came back.
“Ah…! True Wayong master...”
He admired, pointed aside.
“Fishing fun?”
“Decent.”
“Fate brought us—lend a spare rod?”
“Sure, but...”
Tsk, not cheap.
Eyed suspicious, reluctantly handed over.
“Man, this is fun.”
Fished together.
Gang Cheolton next to me—older guy as expected.
Late 30s?
RP gruff uncle talk, but yeah.
“Fun, right?”
“Gets why you do it.”
-Nooo
-Add fishing dog lol
-Actually fun??
-Fishing with that guy;
“Life's tough these days, economy sucks.”
We chatted while fishing.
Business not going well apparently.
Gangster prob—no legit biz here.
“Hard to make a living~ No gigs.”
-???
-You ain't taking calls bitch lol
-Info: Ditching work for fishing
Cheolton clicked with me great.
Mental age match?
Similar chars, perfect RP chat buddies.
“Burnout hitting hard? Wonder how long I can keep this.”
He vented, I listened.
Sounded burnt out, exhausted.
“Work tough?”
“That too, just tired.”
-Ton dad
-Fr looks drained
-Acting too good lol
“Yeah?”
Looked at Cheolton.
Chat says acting—but nah.
17 years society vet this life, 18 now?
Vet eye: RP vent mixed real feels.
Thug burnout in game?
Fishing relaxed him into truth.
Or peak concept.
“I know a fix.”
My line's set.
“Huh? What?”
Click, threaded bait.
“Wake at 6AM once.”
“Regular life? Sure...”
“No. Old sneakers, clothes you don't mind dirtying.”
“What?”
“Hit the day labor office.”
-lmao x5
-lmao x6
-Fr that's the answer
Work sucks? Burnout?
Haul bricks in the sun—thoughts hit.
There's always lower.
Good, lunch then never again.
Sent off how many newbies like that.
Burnout? I'm expert.
After that day.
"True Wayong master... You're a fishing fiend."
-Fishing fiend lol
Weird new nickname.