As it turns out, the player I’ve murdered is a bandit and the chat lavish me with praise. I go along with them. If only they knew who I really was.
A few minutes later, I see two more survivors walking through the forest to my tower. They’ve already seen me. I lower my gun and decide to play another crazy round of Russian roulette that is dealing with other players in.
“I’m friendly!” I say. He reciprocates with the same.
His friend joins me atop the tower while he waits in the bushes. One is dressed in camo, the other standard clothing, but they’re both wielding high-powered weaponry. Their backpacks are three times the size of mine and they even offer me a weapon. A gift of a gun – that’s the harsh reality of this world…Continue