The day the world ended was a pretty normal day all things considered. Gerald woke up and went to the gym, had some breakfast and went to work. Gerald was a salesman for a company that sold mining equipment called Thork Industries. He was working on a deal that would net him a pretty nice payday for some heavy machinery that was headed out to a new lithium mine near Nevada. It seemed like a nice normal Tuesday, until it wasn’t.
“Hey Frank, did legal have a chance to give that sales contract a final passover yet?” Gerald asked as he walked into his sales managers office.
“Not sure, haven’t seen anyone yet this morning. I’ll send them a message and see what they say.” Frank replied.
“Ok. Let me know if you hear anything, the client is pressing me to get this done before the quarter draws to a close.” Gerald said to finish off the conversation.
He turned to walk back to his desk when out of nowhere, a large floating box of text appeared in his vision. “Wha....”
Framework Initializing - please prepare accordingly.
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It had been four months since they had been trapped in this damned mine. Everyone in his office at work had appeared in the tutorial together. The framework had reviewed their recent lives, which mostly revolved around selling mining equipment, and decided they would be miners. Then it had stuck them here with no way out.
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They had quests that could only be accomplished by mining. The only problem with that is not a single one of them had the faintest idea of how to mine by hand. Technology seemingly didn’t exist in this world, replaced by a system of magic reminiscent of a video game. There were 72 of them at the start, before the first survival event, there were only 30 left now. Day in and day out trying to mine mysterious ores with made up names while being attacked by beasts, only pickaxes as weapons.
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“Gerald! Gerald! Frank was shouting frantically to get Gerald’s attention down on the first rung of the mine.”
“What is it?” Gerald shouted back up at his former boss.
“There's a group of people! They look ready for battle! Come quickly!” Frank shouted in a near panic.
Gerald climbed up from the first rung and looked towards the source of the commotion. There was a group of four humans, one gorilla and some kind of bird standing against the wall. They wore armor and had weapons drawn.
“Beast attack! Beast attack!” Gerald yelled and charged towards the new foes. The miners had learned it was best to attack fast and aggressively lest you get outnumbered and surrounded.
As he approached the group something felt off. He slowed up and waited for everyone to catch up before he heard them speaking. They were speaking English but with a strange accent and speaking style.
“Who are you? What are you doing here? Gerald asked the strange group.