The Eighteenth Doomsday Rules Symposium |
On the beautiful natural landscape of the island beach, people lounged around lazily in the sun, sitting together in a circle.
Little Grass (clapping hands): "Everyone, I declare the eighteenth Doomsday Rules Symposium officially open!"
Guan Tong (gazing leisurely into the distance): "The scenery on this island is really nice. No wonder Suroma chose this place to carry out the baby-making plan."
Adam (scratching his head): "Uh, it's the Eden Project..."
Bruce: "A good living environment is good for reproduction, isn't it?"
Little Grass: "Strongly agree! If I got to live on a vacation island instead of some high-level pigeon coop, I'd freaking breed like crazy!"
Shi Jingyi: "Ahem, please don't seek reality in the virtual world, thank you."
Guan Tong: "The General said that reproduction requires a man and a woman to come together. One person alone can't have a baby."
Little Grass (kind smile): "...Thanks a lot, guys."
Little Grass: "Stop right there! If I hear anyone talking about my single life again, I'll stab my own ears deaf!"
Everyone: "..."
Moon Key (changing the subject): "Actually, living on the grasslands isn't bad either. No distracting information, very peaceful."
Little Grass: "Alright, let's end the housing discussion here! Getting back to the point, this rule's length was kept to about a dozen chapters. What did you all think?"
Guan Tong: "I think it was fine, but a faster pace would be even better."
Takahashi (forcing a smile): "Yeah, with a faster pace, the death flags come quicker too."
Wei Huo: "Agreed."
Han Qiu: "You all go first, I'll follow later."
Black Star: "No, no, no, I have a feeling Han Qiu is going to survive a long time!"
White Star: "My brother is right."
Aaron: "My brother is right."
Han Qiu: "Don't jinx it, thanks."
Gao Liangwei (serious): "A rule's length should depend on the complexity of its content. Averaging under twenty chapters, with 3-5 thousand words each, I think that's reasonable. Too short, and it won't be explained clearly. Too long, and it'll drain patience."
Little Grass: "Hmm... I think so too! Then I'll try my best to keep it within that length!"
Guan Tong: "Boss, let's just end the symposium here. We want to soak up the sun."
Little Grass (another kind smile): "Attention, all troops! The meeting will continue until the very end..."
Everyone: "???"
"Lie down and enjoy the sun!"