GaruJay
In the end, can't ever say I never tried.
"Welcome, welcome one and all..." The forest is alive with the distorted grumbles of the announcer, his voice thick with a digital monotone that adds to the misty atmosphere of the nearly abandoned park. You've been stuck here...how many days? Weeks? Months? Nothing but the smothering humidity, endless fog and the weapon in your hands. Steadying your breath, you kneel down as the daily announcements crackle and echo around you. You're safe, the treaty ensures that. For now.
"Today, is a beautiful day, but expect rain." The announcer's voice breaks and static dominates the airwaves for what feels like an eternity, giving you the chance to check your HUD. Your guild crest and kingdom lineage are the first to catch your eye before you contemplate refilling your rations back at town. How much longer --
"And we conclude today's review by announcing that there is a boss raid in Sector Thirty. Good luck, and safe tra-" The radio falls dead, they stopped doing the full program since communications were cut down. Standing to your feet, you look down at your wrist, puking up your character sheet. It's been too long since you've checked your mail and a new message pushes the total count to 99. A message from an unknown sender, subject line: Boss Raid Theory. You don't bother reading it and close out the menu.
A branch breaks behind you, snapping you back to the hellish reality you now call home. It's not safe here. You take one more look around you, spotting a radio smashed and grown over. Did you hallucinate again? How long have you been here? How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? You stay your breath again to slow your heart rate. There's another sounds nearby and you take off towards the forest clearing, deeper into the endless fog, deeper on you press until death or the nearest town. As you pass by a white oak tree, stained red, you repeat the only mantra that has kept you going. Through all the horrible things you've done, the choices you've made, the lives you've taken..."Welcome to GoC."
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Welcome to Game of Chance, the first ever fully holographic LARP experience! You've been given the exclusive opportunity to partake in a world unlike any other! The class system leaves little to want and all progress is monitored and broadcasted through the ARC relays to nearly every social media outlook available, except MySpace. Players are given a bracelet that serves as your heads up display, or HUD and it keeps track of vitals and battle stats! The goal is simple, be the last to survive, or make it all the way through the month long venture with the highest score! All players are kept safe by an on-call group of highly trained----
It's all a lie. We were sent here under false pretenses. There is no beating this. Death is death....don't trust the forest. Don't trust....him....god's wrath....
Players face off not only against each other, but a wide variety of randomly generated bosses throughout the thirty mile island all players are flown to expense free. There are player ran markets, guild halls , and even kingdoms to join and help flourish. Weapons with specific stats are available for pre-order and also for loot! Class changing is forbidden, but why would you want to when the skill tree let's you become whatever you want?! Again, it's perfectly safe and all are encouraged to enjoy LARPing as it was meant to be!
Find the Eye, and stop him.....find the Eye and end this....hope....
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Here's hoping I've won you over. GoC is a real 3D battlefield test site located on an island south of the States. But the system has gone haywire and developed a mind of its own. Players have been killed and communications were cut off from the outside world. A player ran government was erected and peace is there, for now, but everyone is becoming less patient with rescue efforts failing while others have taken it upon themselves to dub the island their Eden. Whose side are you on?
CS are a bit different since the system is a bit more advanced.
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