At about 6 AM in the morning I was just seeing the dawn flow from my window. Technically this is the 6th time I have seen the dawn break. Since the latest factorio update I have dedicated my time to increasing science production by at least 400%. I honestly admit, the task looks grim, I am placing belts when there are not belts. My heart feels like it's breaking out of the prison that is my chest. The amount of caffeine I have consumed is inhuman, but I have such a high tolerance the light shit lasts minutes. As I look upon the dawn, the light grows brighter. The light grows ever warmer, like it's taking me into its embrace.

11 hours later a bad smell was reported to the police. The landlord of the apartment smelled something far nastier than usual. But the landlord was a incredibly busy man. And wanted to kick the tenant off the property. He has already been given notice at least 5 times, but he still remains. Honestly the landlord has given him far too much leniency. The landlord pitted the man as he reminded him of his own son.

That faith did not last forever, in fact it encouraged him to pay attention to his son's education. For someone so young being in such a terrible position is unfair and must be rectified, But there are always exceptions to the rule. One must ensure that their children don't become that exception. When the police came they tried to open the door. It was locked, so after various commands with no effect, they break down the door and entered the lair. The lair was stacked up high with rotting food. Empty containers made the shaky foundation of the most unsettling architecture. The legions of cockroaches were brazen even scaring one of the officers. After preforming basic archeology the officers found a glowing monitor. Well lit by the afternoon dusk of a nearby window. There lied the most monstrous of all beasts. A gremlin crack addict with bone and rib showing proudly through its skin. One might think he died only of starvation but to notice a tower of bowls licked clean beside his desk. Speaking of his desk it was a absolute mess similarly to the rest of the apartment. There were bottles of strange yellow liquid and brown bags. Chip bags, and old fast food containers strewn across the place with the occasional yellow tinted tissue lying around. The computer was actually quite nice and well maintained, a strange sight in such a place. And of course the what was on the monitor, a lovingly crafted base decimated by some unknown foe. With the simple defeat message "Game Finished, You have been defeated. Time played: 99.99.99" could not have painted a better picture.

A few days later, there was no funeral, there was no will, and of course the main thing left by his untimely demise. A legion of cockroaches that quickly snuffed out a kind old landlord's business. The body was tossed about, unclaimed for a while. They finally found a family member that completely disowned the body. Which led it to be tossed back and forth a bit more. Before a funeral company, a bit down in the dumps and desperate, decided to take the government compensation for burying such things. The gravestone of the man was a unmarked rough stone.

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When I woke up I found myself drooling onto a marble floor. Sitting myself up and assessing the situation led me to question many things. For one I was just in my apartment a while ago, why exactly am I here. Bit fancy to be a jail cell so I know i was not taken in the night. Although, fancy might mean you have been taken by someone powerful not necessarily the government. A strange man in a black suit suddenly grabs my waist and carries me like a bag of rice. I struggle, to no effect as it seems like my body has little to no muscle mass. Have i always been this weak or is it from these circumstances? Anyways from my struggling the strange man annoyingly bugs. [Hey man why won't ya make my job easy, a little fish flopping around pisses me off.] I quickly respond [it's not like I wanted to be here or anything] The man understood my position, and quickly bonked me on the head.

When I woke up again for the second time today I found myself in a incredibly comfortable chair. There were about 5 other dudes in the room. And a incredibly strange creature at the end of a large board table. The actually quite fancifully dressed creature took a moment to clear its throat. [It finally seems like everyone is here and conscious] it pauses and scans the room with whatever you would call its face. After some form of conformation to whatever its query may be, It continued [I will get straight to the point, I need a cleanup crew to destroy a few things. I am incredibly busy, and a few insignificant things are a bit too expensive to manage. You know I could hire professionals to do the job, but that would be no fun. These things aren't time sensitive and are not necessarily that important. So I am taking a few insects, you, and giving you a few weapons to let you get to work] After a pause to let everyone think for a bit he asks. [any questions] A man in a cheap suit asks. [what type of weapons are we talking here] The thing thinks for a bit before looking slightly disgusted and responds with. [I was thinking of forcing you to choose a single game from your world to empower yourselves. You even might get more if you do your job well. Of course you have a lot of time to do that job. So making it faster is not better, making it more entertaining is best. Although doing it as quickly as possible might be entertaining in some instances.] I perk up slightly on the mention of choosing a game. I was about to ask something when someone else asked for me. A older gentlemen asks [hmm, what type of games are you talking about. Video game, sports games, board games, you need to specify.] The thing looks softly at the man. Then answers [Well its quite refreshing to have a place get to that point. Most places just have board games, some have card games. That's actually the point of getting rid of these worlds. They are lazy, and are going to take hundreds of thousands of years to progress to the point of industrialization. They are mistakes and so I am abandoning them. They will die without support, that's how terrible they are. So leaving them is what I have done, but it's a bit boring to simply watch your work go down the drain. You need a bit of entertainment to tide over such a long wait.] The thing pauses seemly noticing that he went on a rant. The thing states [As for your question, video games would probably be the most interesting.] The thing has a look of agitation for a moment. Bit strange to notice the facial expression from such a creature of undetermined understanding. But it seems almost instinctual to accept everything the creature says. The thing stands up from his chair if you could call it standing. The way the creature moves quite ethereal in nature, almost like gliding. The thing states [well I mentioned I was busy. So I will allow you to decide what you need to do for yourself. Just state the game you want on your notepad and make sure to choose a good one.] After that he left, I couldn't even see him move before he was gone.

Now I have to socialize with a bunch of weird strangers. The sheer idea of that is outrageous, but made worse with the fact that everyone is giving me strange looks. A bigger dude with a fairly toned physique said [hey skeleton, I know you were just dragged in here so i know you don't know much. Me and the others already discussed this with the creature so we have a fair understanding of what is going on. I don't want to ah, repeat too much so I will give ya a simple explanation. So basically your dead, and taken from your world to work for the thing that just left.] The man waited a bit to let that fact sink in and sink it did. I am dead, I thought this was some sort of punishment for my terrible decisions but to think it was to this extent. It must be a dream... Before I could pinch myself a young child pinched me before saying [yeah, lot of us were like that at first. Honestly I think its exciting, definitely better than my old life. It also replicates some of my favorite shows so it's absolutely surreal.] The toned man continues after the child's statement [yea... anyways, we decided since this is a new life we are just going to call each other nicknames, currently I'm Rook] he points to the old man [That dudes named Blackjack, it might be better for him to explain himself.] The old man apparently named Blackjack straightens his back proudly. He explained [it has been my nickname on the internet for years and I could not bare to see its history lost] I feel a bit of hypocrisy and suggest [isn't the point of this nickname thing to get away from the past] The old man brazenly states [Ah well, maybe you should judge every else's before you judge mine.] He points at a pale teenager at the corner of the room. [I mean his nickname is Darkhare] the teenager mumbles a bit before saying In a somewhat hard to hear voice [ah.. well... the reason for the name is two things. One is that the darkness represents my life and the current void that it's in. And two is that I quite like hare as a name and a animal. I always wanted a bunny for a pet, but the doctor said I might hurt it. Quite a terrible thing actually, overheard my parents talking with him about it] the seemingly disturbed teenager takes a bit of time to think before looking at the child and stating [That young one over there decided his name would be Lord] The child looks somewhat embarrassed before saying [There isn't much behind the name, just thought it would be nice] the old man Blackjack pointed out [oh really, you weren't saying that earlier] a man in a cheap suit looked harshly at Blackjack and said [come on gramps, don't give the kid a hard time] Lord, gladly finding opportunity stated [well that kind gentlemen is named David] The gentleman In question adjusts his suit and says [The name is my real name, thing is I lived most of my life using fake foraged identities. So I thought it most fitting to use my real name since it did not get that much rust in my past life. The only people who knew my name were my boss and my mother. And of course everyone here now] after thinking for a bit he adds [maybe also that creature thing that left earlier] Rook, having waited for everyone's introductions, states [So yes, everyone has introduced themselves, so you probably get the nicknames. Most importantly what exactly should your name be] Thinking for a bit I come to the conclusion that I am probably creativity bankrupted. Jared, Darkstar, Catofdoom, Dogofruffness, HentieLover89, Killmonger, FacMusGrow, all terrible... terrible... names. I ask [do any of you have any suggestions] Blackjack responds [is it really that difficult, ah, don't answer, maybe your brain has been mulched In your past life] Rook suggests [Maybe something to do with your looks.] With a bit of a snide remark under his breath [I'm going to need to teach you a bit about physical wellbeing ain't i.] Darkhare calmly suggests [Rooks idea is quite nice. I'm sorry to say but you look like a crack addict. With your skeleton showing you probably died of starvation or something, so maybe something like darklich or...] before Darkhare could continue David suggests [how about Crack Skelly I mean that's kinda how we already called him.] Lord counteracts [but that's two words, we all have names with one so it's a bit strange] I decided to stop this embarrassment and just say [I am going to go with Skelly] Rook nodded and said [Well since that's settled let's decided on our games. Personally I have already decided on halo so what about all of you] Blackjack bitterly said [shouldn't we be thinking about this more strategically. I mean this is going to be our new life for quite a while] Rook defends himself by saying [Well, I say we should choose our favorite games first. This will also allow us to figure out the system first before thinking strategically] Blackjack chides, [Well, well, that's if it actually functions how we think it does. I think we can reach a compromise here. Any game that involves nonviolent elements are off the table. We are here to destroy a world, not consult them.] Well Rook pauses to think on the statement. Lord speaks up [Well if we do something like a dating sim couldn't we just date someone and push a country into disarray.] Blackiack states without pause [what's faster, putting a bullet in a broads skull or meticulously planing from inside a country. We don't have PR we just need to go there and pull the trigger] David steps in and references his experience [Well it depends, if a government is designed in a way to easily patch essential personnel it's like cutting off a lizards tail. Although the lizard is weaker, once the tail grows back he will have experience. But anyways shouldn't we just go with rooks idea. Even if one of our choices doesn't work the thing said we don't have a deadline.] Rook reinforces and diverts the conversation [yes, david has good point, I have chosen halo what about you Skelly] As everyone looks at me I have to consider what to do. Factorio is a good option as I have been on a factorio binge before my death. But I'm not really sure to say that's it's my most favorite game of all time. But really, since it's the first thing that came up I'll just go with that. [I will go with factorio as it's quite a good game] Blackjack pipes up [well if we are not going to think through our decisions. I will go with my favorite game, runescape, what about all of you.] Blackhare responds [I will go with command and conquer as i have not played any games really and it was one I wanted to play for the longest time]

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Now begins a pause well everyone looks around...

Rook points at Lord and asks [well if nobody's going to continue I'm gonna have to force everyone like a teacher. Lord what game do you choose] Lord fidgets before saying [I don't really know, how about we see David's game first] Rook looks a David and David reluctantly responds [well compared to all of you I have lived most of my life away from entertainment. I have no idea what video games are even popular. So how about you choose a game for me] i think for a bit before coming to the conclusion, mount and blade Warband, a army sandbox game that could have enough general features for David. I begin [how about...] Lord cuts me of and says [you should go with hitman as that's your profession right] David responds confusingly [they really make games out of that type of thing, it ain't pretty. Anyways, no, I want to get away from that type of thing.] Blackjack snidely interjects [Well how about we go with little Lords idea of a dating sim. That way we would know about the features of such a thing well everyone else goes with a combat role.] David rolls his eyes and says [That type of thing is probably gross. I wouldn't be the man to ever accept doing such a thing] Blackjack offended, sarcastically says [What, you don't want the chance to court every woman in a entire world.] David at this point is visibly frustrated from the suggestions, I take the opportunity to present my ideas, maybe with a thing added on. [Well how about a general sandbox game like mount and blade, or minecraft.] David not really even paying attention to what i said states [yea, mount and blade sounds good, now stop yapping especially that old fox] after that statement and a fairly long pause as we all looked at Lord. Lord fidgets in his chair for a while before finally saying [I have decided, I will go with the game long live the queen] no-one really showed a reaction to the choice. Blackjack looked at Lord in a incredibly judgemental way, but that's how he reacts to most things from what I can tell. After everyone said their piece it was quiet for a while.

A creature came into the room to take our notepads and gave us a packet. This packet showed in bold letters at the top Mission 1 Details. Reading the packet It shows general information on the mission. Apparently the world we are going to has 1 planet and no moons. 3 current races are currently alive in the world. One race, the wood elves, are currently in supremacy over the other races. Apparently there were about 15 races but the wood elves drove the others to extinction. The purpose of the world was a experiment on conflict. The world was designed around rebellion and a constant change in the overlord race. The idea was that the constant teardowns would promote progress. But really what happened was that one race got ahead and would design the world toward their preference. There was a few times forceful intervention was put into place, but it turned around to wood elves just taking back the position. It was chosen because 1: The overlord is not used to war, and only are used to dealing with the weak slave races 2: the slave races are a perfect opportunity to demonstrate fodder. After I was done reading there was a flash of disorienting light.