Being a professional gamer sounds like a desirable job. You can use games as a career to support yourself, and even gain both fame and fortune. Who hasn’t thought about it?
In 2055, this has indeed become a profession recognized by society, and the top talents in the industry have an influence similar to that of well-known athletes.
The age range of professional players ranges from fourteen to thirty-five years old. Of course, younger players also exist, but the age rating of some games prevents them from joining.
Generally speaking, professional players can be simply divided into two categories, one is star players and the other is ordinary blue-collar players.
Star players generally choose to retire around the age of thirty. They either become amateurs or take a back seat. They are basically preparing to enter studio management. Some also switch to other related positions in the game industry.
For example, commentators, referees, organizers, etc. Some even make a lot of money and become their own bosses.
Everyone who enters this industry wants to become such a star player. However, many people enter this industry right after graduating from junior high school. They work until they are thirty years old and have not achieved anything famous. In the end, they still find a way out in society. These people can
It is said that they have gambled with their youth, and only they themselves know whether they win or lose. These non-star players are the blue-collar workers in this industry. They are the backbone of the industry. Without their support, the studio would not be able to win or lose.
It can't function at all, and those star players also need their solid backing.
The most frustrating thing about this industry is undoubtedly the cruelty of competition.
Any game that can be a hit must have "confrontation". If there is no way for two or two groups of players to compete in a game, then the game will not attract any studios to enter.
, the player group it can attract is also extremely limited.
As far as multiplayer online games are concerned, it doesn't matter whether it is a competitive game or not. Even if you are fighting monsters, leveling up and wearing equipment, there is still PK to determine the outcome.
The simplest and clearest way for professional players to prove their worth is one word - win.
Unfortunately, there is only one bright moment in this world, and there is no permanent victorious general. No one can win forever.
The increase of age, the ups and downs of competitive status, the decline of a certain game and other factors... have caused countless high-level players who were once regarded as "gods" by players to gradually fade out of people's sight. Those who can survive at their peak,
Very few.
The more top game studios, the more brutal the competition. What they need is always young fresh blood... they need a group of newcomers who maintain a very high level of competition, have a fighting spirit and an enterprising spirit... the kind of people who can change the game at any time.
A certain god-level player from above has brought someone down from the altar.
To put it simply - an ambitious genius. For example...Tiantian Guixiao.
This time, Order Studio has invested in four groups of people in Thriller Paradise, with ten people in each group. There are one or two star players in each group, and the rest are basically senior and experienced blue-collar players.
And Tiantian Guixiao is the only newcomer among these four groups who is under twenty years old.
Order Studio had high hopes for him, so he was included in the list of the first batch of players to enter the Thriller Paradise. The team leader did not give him any tasks, he just had to play according to his interests. Who knew that he was in a killing spree?
In the game mode, I accidentally encountered a trio headed by Brave and Fearless. This kid killed all his seniors without showing any appreciation... It can be said that he made such a willful and reckless move and was grouped.
You deserve the long "holiday".
Of course, The Brave One is indeed not at the "strongest" level. Among the many star players in the order, he is not ranked in the top ten in terms of past game performance or popularity. Although his
The team successfully won the title of the first level 20 player in the closed beta, but the real strength of Order goes far beyond that.
At present, these four groups can only be said to be "land pioneer teams". The strongest group of players in the studio have only registered accounts and locked nicknames, but have never been online again. In other words...the real masters of order.
They have not been officially dispatched to this project at this stage. The studio's senior management has already made a decision and remains on the sidelines, at least until Dream Company opens currency exchange and charging services, before deciding whether to invest those top talent resources in it.
Having said so much, you may be a little confused, how did it get to that point? Where is Feng Bujue? Where is the script of Nuka City?
Please wait until I bring things back in three sections.
Speaking of the studio, Feng Bujue’s script this time also includes members of the studio.
However, he does not belong to the high-ranking sect of Order. He is the kind of third-rate studio owner I mentioned in the previous article, who is also a financial player and a player...
He is [Master Atobe].
Okay, I believe you have guessed it, yes, his studio is called "Ice Emperor".
In real life, Master Atobe is twenty-three years old and just graduated from college last year. His father runs a factory and the family has some savings, which allows him to make... Anyway, the cost of opening a game studio is not high. Rent a place.
It's just a matter of buying a few game cabins, and the human investment is basically unnecessary. The employees are all his buddies from school days.
Moreover, Master Atobe currently has only three employees in total. One of them is [It’s really hard to name] who is in the same script as him at the moment. The other two’s nicknames are [It’s really hard to name] and [It’s really hard to name].
Difficult Names]. Although Master Atobe once seriously asked his three buddies to use nicknames such as Huaji and Renzu, they were ruthlessly rejected. When he threatened with salary, Aruba.
Their studio also knew that two teams would take turns, so they divided the game into two groups. Currently, the other two people were in the middle of the game break and went out to eat late-night snacks.
The image of Master Atobe in the game is that of a fair-skinned man with good looks and a thin body. The overall image is not too different from his own... but the changes on his face are slightly obvious.
It’s really hard to come up with a name. He is of medium height and slightly shorter than Master Atobe. This person’s game image has the same slovenliness as his name. Not only did he not make himself handsome, but he also had a bald head.
The image is to experience the feeling of being bald in the game.
The title of Young Master Atobe seems to be a malicious mockery of the system, called "A Swordsman". The weapon he uses is a simple sword. It looks very much like the weapon used by the miscellaneous minions in martial arts TV series. It is of high quality.
It is ordinary and has no attributes or special effects, but at least it is a serious weapon.
Different from the ordinary title of Young Master Atobe, the title with a really difficult name is very recognizable. It has four words - "Strong on the outside but capable in the middle". His bald and capable image is in sharp contrast with his performance in terms of shock value.
This guy didn't even have any serious weapons. He had two baseball bats and a rusty iron pipe in his luggage. I don't know where he picked them up...
Luckily for them, they landed about a block apart, so they were able to reconcile quickly.
These two people may seem unreliable, but in fact they are a bit outstanding. If they really don’t know anything about games, how can they open a studio? Therefore, Master Atobe made a very correct decision. Don’t worry about the mission for now and find a studio.
The gun shop should arm itself first.
One look at the conditions of this city, and you can tell that the setting of this script is in the land of the evil American emperor. Therefore, there will probably be a gun shop in the city. Even if there are no amazing heavy weapons in the gun shop, there are standard pistols, shotguns,
Rifles, etc., especially ample ammunition, are all valuable.
As the two of them walked forward, they often encountered blood wolf zombies wandering in twos and threes on the street. However, the threat of these guys was indeed very small. If they were too lazy to fight, they would just go around it. If they couldn't avoid it, they would just hit them on the head. Although they were getting closer,
When they reach the bite range, the movements of these monsters will suddenly speed up a bit, but as long as you are careful and don't be surrounded by three or more monsters in a short distance at the same time, these guys are still very easy to kill.
After passing two blocks, Master Atobe entered a phone booth. He picked up the phone and saw that the line was completely different. In fact, even if it was connected, he didn't know who to call. Should he dial 911? The main reason he came in was
The purpose was to look through the phone book. After searching for three to five minutes, Master Atobe successfully found the address of the nearest gun shop. His name was really hard to come by (I decided to call him by his nickname next), so he quickened his pace and headed there.
After walking for more than ten minutes, they approached their destination, but found something quite unusual.
I saw about thirty corpses of blood wolf zombies lying on this street. The head of each corpse was beaten to pieces, and the corpses extended all the way to the door of the gun store.
On the street in front of that store, in broad daylight, in the center of the road, there was a large cylindrical ice bucket with the Gatorade trademark printed on it. The bucket was filled with red liquid, and was scattered on the ground next to it.
There were many empty plastic blood bags, and the pure and strong smell of blood could be smelled even by human noses from a long distance.
Two speakers were placed next to the "blood bucket", playing "March of the Matador" loudly. Judging from the drag marks on the ground, it seemed that they were dragged out from an audio store across the street. A speaker on the side of the road
The box has been dismantled, and the situation inside cannot be clearly seen. Anyway, the power cord of the stereo extends all the way there...
"What's going on?" Nickname asked.
Young Master Atobe didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't have time to answer anything, but he saw a blood wolf zombie flying out from a corner behind the blood bucket.
Immediately afterwards, a man covered in blood walked out from there. He had a sharp knife in one hand and a pipe wrench in the other. He had a bunch of garlic slung across his shoulders. The two "garlic ribbons" were intertwined in an X shape in front of him, and they were already
Stained red with blood.
He followed the rhythm of the matador music, danced similar to the ax gang in "Kung Fu", and chewed an unknown white object in his mouth like chewing gum... He approached the blood wolf zombie with brisk steps,
Then he slashed the head of the monster that was still lying on the ground, until the bones were broken and the blood was flying everywhere.
After killing the monster, he seemed to realize something. He suddenly straightened up and turned his head, just in time to see the stunned figures of Master Atobe and Xiaoming.
"Run!" "Quick move!" The two of them looked at each other with Feng Bujue for two seconds, shouted at the same time, turned around and ran away.
Feng Bujue didn't waste much time and started chasing after him. He actually wanted to yell: "Are you kidding me? I'm a player!" But because his mouth was full of garlic, he couldn't shout loudly.
On the other side, when I saw the evil star running and catching up with him with his vigorous posture, Xiao Ming's fright value instantly increased. As he ran, he said to Master Atobe: "It's over, it's over... we will die if we are caught by this guy."
It’s settled, it’s all your fault! If you have nothing to do, why don’t you find a gun store? Sure enough, a mini-boss has been planted in front of the gun store!”
From time to time, Master Atobu looked back at Feng Bujue, who was approaching him: "None of my business! How could I possibly know that this was happening!" He looked back again: "Speaking of which... this guy seems to be running faster than us.
!”
"I discovered it a long time ago! It was ridiculously fast!" the nickname shouted.
Feng Bujue, who was about twenty meters away from them, heard their conversation and thought to himself: Nonsense, I have [Jazz Dance] on my feet, you two are trying to compete with me in running?
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the two people in front suddenly said in unison with a tacit understanding: "Let's go separately!"
At the next intersection, they went left and right, each going in his own direction.
Feng Bujue exclaimed in his heart: These two bastards are quite tactical!
He didn't think much, turned left, and chased someone casually.
That happens to be Master Atobe...
"What's wrong...I didn't let him hesitate at all!" Young Master Atobe said to himself: "I didn't pursue such an obvious target as the bald guy, but he rushed towards me directly. It must be my handsomeness that caused him to suffer.
I."
As Feng Bujue chased him closer and closer, Master Atobe's fright level was getting higher and higher. He knew that he might be caught, so instead of being killed by this little BOSS with a single hit from behind, it was better to turn around and give it a try.
Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, straightened his sword, held it horizontally in front of him, and swiped the sword at Feng Bujue, who was rushing towards him at high speed.
"Eh?" When Feng Bujue rushed in front of him, Master Atobu discovered that he couldn't swing the knife in his hand at all, and his movements were stopped by the system.
Feng Bujue came to him, stopped, panted heavily, stared at him, and said intermittently: "I...haah...I...I am...self...haah...one of my own!"
You [beep——]!”
After all, the word "idiot" was blocked by the system. Logically speaking, Feng Bujue couldn't turn his intention of saying this into reality. However, since there is silence, it means that he did not mean any insult when he said it, just
A sarcastic tone.
"Huh?" Young Master Atobe collapsed on the ground, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Heh...hehe...yes...sorry." He actually apologized.
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