Thriller Paradise

Professional players, it sounds like a fascinating job, can be a game to support themselves, even fame and fortune, who never thought about it?

In 2055, this has indeed become a socially recognized profession, and the top talents in the industry have similar influences to well-known athletes.

Professional players are between the ages of fourteen and thirty-five. Of course, older players are also present, but some games have an age rating that prevents them from joining.

In general, professional players can be easily divided into two categories, one is a star player, and the other is an ordinary blue-collar player.

Ming-star players generally choose to retire at the age of 30. They either turn to amateurs or retreat to the second line, basically preparing for entering the studio management. There are also other related positions in the game industry, such as commentary, referee, organization, and so on. I have earned more money and become my own boss.

All those who enter this line want to be such a star player. Many people have entered this line after graduating from junior high school. When they are 30 years old, they have not mixed up any famous temples. Finally, they have come to the society to find a way out. These people can be said to have gambled with youth. As for losing and losing, they are only clear in their own hearts. These non-star players are the blue-collar workers in this industry. They are the backbone of the industry. Without their support, the studio can't work at all. Those star players need their solid backing.

The most frustrating thing in this line is the cruelty of competition.

Any game that can be a smash hit must have a "confrontation." If there is no way for two or two players to compete in a game, then the game can't attract any studios, and the group of players that can be attracted is extremely limited.

In the case of multiplayer online games, it doesn't matter whether it is a competitive class. Even if it is a leveling and wearing equipment, there is also a PK that can decide the outcome.

The easiest way for professional players to prove their worth is to win a word.

It is a pity that there is only one moment in this world, and there is no permanent victory. No one can win all the time.

The increase in age, the ups and downs of the competitive state, the decline of a certain game, etc., have made countless high-level games that have been regarded as "God" by the players gradually fade out of people's sight. There are only a handful of people who can retreat at the peak.

The more top-notch game studios, the more cruel the competition is. What they need is always young and fresh blood... It needs a group of new people who are in a very competitive state, with a struggle and an enterprising spirit... those who can pull a high-level god-level player from the altar at any time.

Simply put – an ambition with ambition. For example... swallowing the sky.

This order studio has invested four teams in the thriller park, each group of ten people, one or two star players in each group, the rest are basically experienced, experienced blue-collar players.

The swallowing ghost is the only newcomer among the four groups of people who are under the age of 20.

The order studio placed high hopes on him, so he will be included in the first list of players entering the thriller. The team leader did not give him any tasks, he only needs to play according to his interests. Who knows that in a model of killing games, he happened to encounter a trio led by the brave and fearless. This kid is still very ignorant of killing his predecessors... It can be said that he made this kind of will. The move, the leader of the "fake" is also a deserved.

Of course, the brave is not afraid, and it is not really the "strongest" level. Among the many star players in order, whether it is past game performance or popularity, he is not in the top ten. Although his team successfully won the title of the first 20-level player in the beta, the real strength of the order is far more than that.

At present, these four groups can only be said to be "land-raising teams". The strongest group of players in the studio, just registered the account, locked the nickname, and did not go online again. In other words, the real masters of the order have not been officially dispatched to this project. The studio executives have already made decisions and stayed on the sidelines, at least until the dream company opened the currency exchange and charging business, and then decided whether to put those top talent resources into it.

Having said that, you may be a bit inexplicable, how can you get there? Can't you seal it? What about the script of Nuka City?

Please wait for me to pull things back in three bars.

Speaking of the studio, there are also members of the studio in this unrecognized script.

However, he is not a member of the high-ranking class of order. He is the third-rate studio boss, finance and player who I mentioned in the previous article...

He is the "small master".

Ok, I believe you have guessed it. Yes, his studio is called "Ice Emperor."

The young master of the track is twenty-three years old in reality, and he just graduated from college last year. Dad is a factory, and the family is a small savings, so that he can make it... Anyway, the cost of opening a game studio is not high, renting a place, buying a few game cabins, and the investment in manpower is basically not calculated. The employees are the buddies of his student days.

Moreover, there are only three employees in the total number of the young masters. One is that the name is really difficult to get in the same script at the moment, and the other two nicknames are called [name is really difficult] and [true] Difficult to take the name]. Although the sergeant had been serious enough to ask his three buddies to use nicknames such as birch and torment, they were ruthlessly rejected. When he threatened with wages, he was attacked by Aruba.

Their studio also knows that two people are going to take turns, so they are divided into two groups of games. At present, the other two are at the interval between games and go out to eat the night.

The image of the young master in the game is a white man with a beautiful appearance. His body is thin, and the gap between the whole and his own image is not too big... but the changes on his face are slightly obvious.

The name is really difficult to get medium-sized, and the head is slightly shorter than the tracer. The game image of this person is the same as his own name. It not only does not change himself, but also becomes a bald head. The image is said to be a feeling of baldness in the game.

The title of the young master of the track seems to be a kind of malicious ridicule of the system. It is called [a knife guest]. The weapon he uses is a simple knife. It looks like the weapon of the martial arts TV series. For the ordinary, there are no attributes and special effects, but at least this is a serious weapon.

Different from the general name of the stalker, the name of the name is really difficult to identify, the four characters - [external strong in the dry], his bald image and his performance on the scare value contrasts sharply. This is not even a serious weapon. There are two baseball bats and a rusty iron pipe in the bag. I don’t know where he is.

Their luck is good, the location where the two landed is only about one block away, so it will soon be settled.

These two seem to be unreliable, but they are also a bit too popular. If you really don't know anything about the game, what studio to open? Therefore, the trace department master made a very correct decision, first leave the task, find the gun shop to arm themselves and say.

When you look at the situation in this city, you know that the location of this script is set in the land of the evil emperor. Therefore, there are gun shops in the city, and there are no amazing heavy weapons in the gun shop. However, the standard pistols, shotguns, rifles, etc., especially the sufficient ammunition, are all very valuable.

The two men went all the way, and the streets often encountered three or three wandering blood wolves, but the threats of these guys were really small, too lazy to fight around, really can't avoid, just give them a head up. Although the movements of these monsters will suddenly speed up when they are close to their bite range, as long as they are careful not to be surrounded by three strange or more in a short distance, these guys are still very good at killing.

After two blocks, the traces of the young master entered a telephone booth. He picked up the phone and the route was different. In fact, even if it was open, he did not know who to call. Is it 911? The main purpose of his coming in was to flip the phone book. After checking for three or five minutes, the trace department master successfully found the nearest gun shop address. He and the name were really hard to take (I decided to call him a nickname next time) and he stepped up to get there.

After more than ten minutes, they approached their destination, but they found a rather unusual sight.

I saw that there were about thirty bodies of **** wolves and zombies on the street. The head of each body was beaten and the body was extended all the way to the gun shop.

On the street in front of the store, under the broad daylight, the center of the road, there is a large cylindrical ice bucket with the Gatorade trademark, the bucket filled with red liquid, scattered on the ground next to it. A lot of empty plastic blood bags, the pure and thick **** smell can be smelled even if the human nose is far away.

Two stereos were placed next to the "Blood Barrel" and the "Matadores March" was played loudly. The drag on the ground seemed to be dragged from an audio store across the street. An electric box on the side of the road was taken apart, and the situation inside was not clear. The power cord of the sound continued to extend there...

"What is the situation?" asked the little name.

The tracer did not understand what was going on, but he did not have time to answer anything, but saw a corner of the blood barrel behind the corner, flying a blood wolf zombie.

Then, a man who was bleeding from the blood came out from there. He has a sharp knife and a pipe wrench. The shoulders are slanted with a bunch of garlic. These two "garlic belts" are interlaced in X shape in front of them, and they have been stained with blood.

He followed the rhythm of the matador music and danced like the axe of "Kung Fu". His mouth was still like a chewing gum, carrying a white unidentified object... He stepped on the **** wolf zombie in a brisk pace. Then he screamed at the head of the monster that had fallen to the ground, playing with broken bones and blood plasma.

After killing the monster, he seemed to realize something. Suddenly he straightened up and turned his head, just looking at the figure of the young master and the nickname.

"Run!" "Flash!" The two of them looked at each other for two seconds and shouted at the same time. They turned and ran.

I didn’t feel awkward when I closed it. He actually wants to say: "You run a hair? I am a player!" But because the mouth is full of garlic, there is no way to shout.

On the other hand, as soon as the comet ran and chased with a strong posture, the scorner's scare value surged instantly, and ran to the traces of the young master: "When the end is over... We are killed by this guy." It’s your fault! It’s okay to find a gun shop. It’s really a small BOSS at the door of the gun shop!”

From time to time, the young master of the track looked back and looked at it and gradually approached it: "What is it about me! How can I know that there is such a situation!" He looked back again: "Speaking... This guy runs as fast as we are. !"

"I found it early! It's so fast!" Xiao Ming shouted.

They were about twenty meters away from each other and heard their conversation. The heart said: nonsense, Laozi’s foot has [Jazz Dance], are you two like me running?

Who knows, at this moment, the two people in front suddenly have a very tacit agreement, and they said in unison: "Division!"

At the next intersection, they went from left to right and went in one direction.

Unexpectedly, I was exclaimed: These two **** are quite tactical!

He didn't think much, turned to the left and chased one.

That is exactly the trace of the young master...

"I have been...have not hesitated at all!" said the young master of the track, saying to himself: "The obvious goal of the dead bald head is not chasing, and it is directly coming to me. It must be my handsome." I."

The eyelashes are not close to the chasing, the scare value of the traces of the young master is getting higher and higher, he knows that he is afraid to be caught, rather than being hit by the small BOSS from behind, it is better to go back and fight.

When I read this, he suddenly stopped and stood up with a knife. He ran across the front and swept the knife at the high speed.

"Hey?" When the seal rushed to him, the young master of the track found that the knife in his hand could not move, and his movements were stopped by the system.

Feng did not feel in front of him, stopped, gasping, glaring at him, intermittently said: "I...ha...I...I am...have...haha...self!" You [哔——]!"

After all, the word "idiot" was shielded by the system. It is reasonable to say that it is impossible to turn the intention of saying this into reality. However, since the silence has appeared, it means that he did not have any insult when he spoke. A tone of voicing.

"Ha?" The young master of the track squatted on the ground, his face pale and his mouth twitching. "Oh...hehe... I am sorry..." He actually apologized.

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