"Toys, entertain me with your lowly lives and sweet blood!" The Silver Trojan was once again initiating with its bloody line. Its deep mechanical voice intimidated a group of newbies, who were all watching with uncertainty and suspicion.
"Survival Challenge Game will start in five minutes, please select your equipment. Each person can only choose one type," said the Trojan, impatient to teleport these toys into the game. As soon as it finished speaking, the floor opened, and a black hollow steel frame rose, filled with various firearms, ammo clips, potions, and black boxes.
The newbies did not move. Some were at a loss, some were eyeing the firearms, and some were asking Trojan about the situation.
"You are already dead. Strive to survive this game, and you will gain the right to live again." The Silver Trojan explained coldly, started the countdown. Regardless of how the newbies shouted, it didn't answer any questions.