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Welcome to Tarkov

"Oh well where are all the tutorials and all those usual crap?" our young man is complaining, "oh yeah I see, there are two modes, there is Scav and there is PMC.","This scav guy seems like got a gun, but he is not available for another 20 minutes." After watching a few videos on YouTube, he figured out to play a PMC, he need to go to his character stash and put equipment on the PMC.

And not until now he had not realized there is a tab on the bottom shows Characters.

With a little clicking noise, the page quickly shifted to characters. "Oh well, that looked nice, an AK or something?" But in reality this poor man suffered from poor knowledge on guns,which is going to make him suffer a bit later. "Now let's get to the lobby." Staring at the screen, realizing there is so much map to choose from "Factory sounds fun, let's try that" clicked next. next. next. "Oh hey, there is someone inviting to their squad." With no doubt he accepted invite, but in the lobby he saw 4 people with strange gear, one being a helmet with weird Adik style painting.

As the lobby leader clicked on ready, he feels like going through the most intense moment in his life. Like a brand new journey had begun. Loading Map, Awaiting Session Start, Loading loot, Creating Loot pools, every step during loading made him feel more and more intense.

Just as him immersed in his thought, a countdown popped up on the screen, showing 20 seconds before deploying. Sitting up and waiting for the countdown to finish. The second they loaded in, 4 man surrounded him, he remembered these are the people in the lobby who invited him. With a muzzle flash and a big bang, poor man died in misery, silence, dead silence. "Why did they kill me, I thought they were my team mates." Not until later in his Tarkov experience, he wouldn't know this is a typical Welcome To Tarkov Moment.