The applause following the dean's speech slowly faded, and the vast hall began to empty. Students chatted amongst themselves, some still in awe of the grandeur of the academy, while others eagerly discussed the upcoming schedule. Josh glanced at his induction day itinerary and decided to explore the quad during the break.
8:00 - 9:00
Open Campus
9:00 - 10:00
Dean of Admission's Address
10:00 - 11:00
Break
11:00 - 12:00
Admissions Orientation
12:00 - 1:00
Lunch
1:00 - 2:00
Academics Orientation
2:00 - 3:00
Player Development Intro
3:00 - 4:00
Break
4:00 - 5:00
Club/Association Introductions
The quad was bustling with activity. Stalls were set up everywhere, offering everything from gaming gear to gourmet food. The aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the atmosphere. Some stalls showcased the latest gaming peripherals, while others offered academy merchandise.
Feeling the pangs of hunger, Josh was drawn to a stall selling Gourmet Grilled Cheese Sandwiches. As he queued up, he couldn't help but notice the stares and whispers directed at him. The grandmaster player from his exam was also in line, a few spots ahead, seemingly engrossed in a conversation.
Before he could ponder further, he overheard the student in front of him, a second-year, making a purchase. "That'll be 10 points," the stall owner said. Josh's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Points?
When it was his turn, Josh ordered a Pesto Mozzarella Grilled Cheese. The stall owner, not realizing he was a first-year, said, "That'll be 8 points."
"Uh, points?" Josh stammered.
The stall owner looked up, noticing Josh's ID badge with a golden "1" on it. "Ah, my apologies. That'll be £5."
Josh handed over his debit card, the transaction going through smoothly. As he walked away, sandwich in hand, his thoughts began to wander. The academy's tuition was a topic he had often pondered upon. It was an astronomical sum, one that would have been nearly impossible for him to afford on his own. He remembered the conversations with his uncle, who had offered to help financially, especially after the unfortunate passing of Josh's parents. They had left behind a substantial sum, but even that wouldn't have covered the entirety of his education here.
Sitting on the grass, he took a bite of his sandwich, his mind racing. ‘How do the other students manage?’ he wondered. The academy's rigorous schedule and demands would make it challenging for anyone to hold down a part-time job. And yet, the stalls, the merchandise, the tech – everything had a price. The overheard conversation about points began to make a bit more sense. Perhaps this was the academy's way of ensuring students learned financial responsibility. After all, in the world of eSports, managing one's finances was as crucial as managing one's gameplay.
Lost in these reflections, he barely noticed the shadow that approached him until a familiar voice broke his reverie. "Hey there," Mark greeted with a grin, his demeanor entirely different from their last encounter. Josh looked up, startled, noting the "3" on Mark's ID badge, indicating he was a third-year.
"Thanks for the duo," Mark continued, "even if I did throw the games."
Josh blinked in surprise. "You... what?" Memories of the exam rushed back — the unexpected plays, Mark's seemingly uncharacteristic mistakes, and the mounting pressure of the games. It was starting to make sense, but it also raised more questions. Why would Mark intentionally throw their matches?
Mark chuckled, "Had to see if you'd keep your cool. You passed." He winked, then his expression turned serious. "Oh, and a word of advice," he leaned in, whispering, "be careful with your points." Before Josh could ask further, Mark dashed off, mentioning something about a forgotten assignment.
Josh watched Mark's retreating figure, his words echoing in his mind. ‘Be careful with your points. What did he mean?’ The weight of the day's events and the mysteries of the academy began to press on him, but he shook off the unease. He had to focus on the next part of the induction day.
The main lecture hall started to fill with activity as students began to file in for the Admissions Orientation. Josh noticed the same pattern as before: many eyes on him, whispers exchanged, but no one daring to approach or sit beside him. The weight of his reputation, it seemed, was both a shield and a barrier.
The chatter in the main lecture hall died down as a distinguished figure approached the lectern. Dr. Felix Morgan, the Game Theory Professor, stood tall with a lean build. His silver hair was neatly combed back, revealing a high forehead and piercing blue eyes that seemed to calculate every detail. A tailored suit hugged his frame, giving him an air of authority and sophistication.
"Welcome, first years," he began, his voice clear and resonant. "Today marks the beginning of your journey at Kings eSports Academy."
As Dr. Morgan spoke, the large screen behind him displayed a detailed schedule of the admissions orientation. Topics included enrollment procedures, campus facilities, student support services, and guidelines on student conduct. There were also segments dedicated to the academy's traditions and important dates for the academic year. The orientation was designed to give students a comprehensive understanding of what to expect in terms of campus life and the resources available to them during their time at the academy.
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Dr. Morgan continued, his voice filled with a mix of pride and excitement, "Now, let's discuss something truly innovative to our academy - our very own app. This isn't just any app; it's your gateway to the Kings eSports Academy experience."
He gestured grandly to the screen behind him, which transitioned to display the app's sleek interface. "With this app, you can track every point you earn and spend. You can view the academy's sprawling map, ensuring you never get lost. Stay updated with upcoming events, ensuring you're always in the loop. And for those of you curious about associations already, there's the association ranking ladder."
The screen showcased a demo of the app in action: a student's point balance updating in real-time, notifications about upcoming tournaments, and a live leaderboard of association rankings.
"And here's the most thrilling part," Dr. Morgan announced, his voice rising with anticipation. "Every one of you will receive 500 points from the academy to spend on a regular basis! With these points, you can explore our shop, purchasing everything from the latest games to gourmet meals to state-of-the-art peripherals. All at your fingertips." He added with a playful smirk, "But remember, spend them wisely. They might not last as long as you think."
The atmosphere in the hall became electric. Students exchanged excited glances, their imaginations running wild with the possibilities. Many were already engrossed in the app, eager to start their journey at the academy.
As lunchtime rolled around, Josh settled into a comfortable spot, pulling out his manga. He was engrossed in "Chronicles of the Ether Realm," a series he'd recently started. The protagonist, a young mage named Elara, had just unveiled a shocking twist about her lineage, and Josh was eager to see how it would impact the story.
Occasionally, he'd glance at the academy app on his phone. The association ranking ladder intrigued him. "These associations... they must be the backbone of this place," he mused.
Distractedly, he browsed the shop section, marveling at the sheer variety of items available. The prices in points were displayed prominently next to each item. But Mark's cryptic warning echoed in his mind, and he decided against making any impulsive purchases.
The lunch hour seemed to fly by. Students chatted animatedly, many of them discussing the academy's app and the various features it offered. Josh, however, remained engrossed in his manga. It was a refreshing change from the usual story arcs, and Josh was eager to see how it would play out.
As the clock neared 1:00 PM, students began to make their way back to the main lecture hall. The atmosphere was noticeably different from the morning session. There was an air of excitement, with many students discussing what they had purchased or planned to buy with their points. Josh overheard snippets of conversations as he walked.
"I got this amazing gaming mouse for just 125 points!"
"Did you see the academy hoodie? It's so cool, and only 60 points!"
"I'm saving up for that high-end gaming monitor. It's a bit pricey, but totally worth it!"
Josh couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm. He remembered Mark's words and felt a pang of unease but brushed it off, thinking he'd figure out the point system soon enough.
Upon entering the lecture hall, the chatter died down as Dr. Felix Morgan took the stage once more. The large screen behind him now displayed the words "Academics Orientation."
"Welcome back, everyone," Dr. Morgan began, his voice echoing through the hall. "I hope you had a pleasant lunch and enjoyed exploring our academy's app. Now, let's delve into the academic side of things."
He proceeded to discuss the curriculum, emphasizing the balance between practical gameplay training and theoretical studies. He spoke of the importance of understanding game mechanics, strategies, and the psychology of players. He also highlighted the various elective courses available, from eSports journalism to game design and even marketing.
"As you know, our academy is unique. We don't just train players; we mold well-rounded individuals ready to tackle the multifaceted world of eSports," Dr. Morgan explained.
After a brief overview of the grading system and expectations, Dr. Morgan's tone shifted. The screen behind him changed to display the words "The Reality."
"I must stress," he began, his voice taking on a serious tone, "that while our academy offers unparalleled opportunities, it also presents challenges. The point system, as you've learned, is central to life here. And now, I must reveal a crucial detail."
The hall was silent, the tension palpable.
"The points you received today will be the only points you get from the academy for the entire semester," Dr. Morgan announced.
Gasps and murmurs filled the room. Josh felt a knot form in his stomach. He thought back to the students he'd overheard earlier, excitedly discussing their purchases. He imagined their regret and panic.
"To earn more points," Dr. Morgan continued, his voice firm yet understanding, "you must engage actively within our academy's ecosystem. The primary way to do this is through associations. For those unfamiliar, associations are akin to guilds or teams, each with its unique focus and objectives. Later today, there will be an introduction to these associations, where you can learn more and potentially find one that aligns with your interests and goals."
Dr. Morgan adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the audience. "I'd also like to touch upon the unique culture we've cultivated here at the academy. Points aren't just a currency; they're a symbol of your dedication, your achievements, and your standing among peers. Betting with points has become a common practice, and while it can be a quick way to increase your balance, it's not without risks. Remember, every decision you make here will shape your journey."
He paused, letting the information sink in before delving into a topic he knew would be of utmost importance.
Dr. Morgan's demeanor shifted, his voice taking on a more somber tone. The lights in the hall dimmed slightly, and the screen behind him transitioned to a deep crimson hue, with the words "Red Zone" ominously glowing in bold, white letters.
"Before we conclude today's orientation," he began, his voice echoing through the hall, "there's a crucial aspect of our academy's system that you must understand." He paused, letting the tension build. "The Red Zone."
A hush fell over the students, the weight of the term palpable in the air.
"When your point balance drops to zero," he continued, "you enter this dreaded zone. It's not just a term or a metaphor. It's a reality that comes with tangible consequences. In the Red Zone, your access to academy facilities and events becomes severely limited. It's a place of restriction, a shadow cast over your academy life."
He let the information sink in, his gaze sweeping across the room, ensuring he had everyone's undivided attention. "And if you linger in the Red Zone without earning points, the consequences escalate. Up to, and including, expulsion."
Dr. Morgan took a deep breath, emphasizing the next point. "This system is not to punish you, but to instill in you the financial responsibility and discipline vital not just in the eSports world, but in life."
He paused for a moment, letting the gravity of his words resonate. "This academy is a reflection of the real world of eSports. Just gaining admission doesn't guarantee your place. Out of the 1200 players and 1200 support staff here today, only half will make it to the second year. And these numbers will halve each subsequent year. By the sixth year, only 37 players and 37 support staff will remain. That's a mere 3% of you."
Whispers and murmurs filled the hall, the reality of the academy's rigorous nature becoming clear.
Dr. Morgan's voice softened, yet retained its gravitas. "The journey ahead is not for the faint of heart. It's a crucible, designed to forge champions. But remember, every challenge, every obstacle, is an opportunity in disguise."
He stepped away from the lectern, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The hall was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning.
Josh felt a chill run down his spine. The weight of the academy's expectations pressed down on him, making his heart race. The excitement and wonder of the morning had been replaced with a sobering realization. ‘Is this what I signed up for?’ he pondered. The points, the Red Zone, the intense competition... it was all so overwhelming.
He remembered the promise he made to himself when he first decided to join the academy. He wouldn't be just another statistic, another dropout. He would rise to the challenge, no matter how insurmountable it seemed. ‘I have to prove myself’, he thought, clenching his fist. ‘Not just to the academy, but to myself.’
As the room began to fill with murmurs and hushed conversations, Josh's thoughts lingered on Dr. Morgan's final words. An opportunity in disguise. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the journey ahead.