Once upon a time in Torn City, there was a lazy faction member named Pinang.
Pinang loved the perks of the faction, but hated doing any actual work.Every single day, Pinang would open the faction chat and ask the same questions: 'Where is the target?', 'Who do I hit?', 'Where did I leave my armor?', 'Is the chain active?'
The Faction Leader, completely exhausted from answering, finally sighed and muttered a curse: 'Oh Pinang, I wish you would grow a hundred eyes so you can finally look for things yourself!'
The next day, Pinang disappeared from the active list. When the faction went to check their property, they didn't find a player.
Instead, they found a strange, spiky fruit growing in the backyard, covered in a hundred tiny eyes—forever staring at the Torn newspaper, still trying to find the chain target.
Legend says if you listen closely to the chat, you can still hear Pinang asking, 'Guys, what's our plan for today?
Once upon a time in Torn City, there was a lazy faction member named Pinang.
Pinang loved the perks of the faction, but hated doing any actual work.Every single day, Pinang would open the faction chat and ask the same questions: 'Where is the target?', 'Who do I hit?', 'Where did I leave my armor?', 'Is the chain active?'
The Faction Leader, completely exhausted from answering, finally sighed and muttered a curse: 'Oh Pinang, I wish you would grow a hundred eyes so you can finally look for things yourself!'
The next day, Pinang disappeared from the active list. When the faction went to check their property, they didn't find a player.
Instead, they found a strange, spiky fruit growing in the backyard, covered in a hundred tiny eyes—forever staring at the Torn newspaper, still trying to find the chain target.
Legend says if you listen closely to the chat, you can still hear Pinang asking, 'Guys, what's our plan for today?