Welcome player, you just signed up to be part of a new unique game. W.A.R. and it is rated top of its class in realism and gameplay. Using Virtual Reality gear the player enters the game like never before and becomes part of the sandbox that is WAR. The game's main piece is survival, you will battle not only for fame and glory but for your own life, else risk respawning and having to start from scratch again with only a knife and pistol. Features include classes that can be customized to no end, task forces that you can create and join, player home bases and task force bases for your friends too. Critics gave it a superior ten out of ten for virtual reality games.
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The ads made it looks simple, a fun game of war... War is never fun. You will join the others in signing in on the first day ready to play and have fun only to realize that like Gladiators in Ancient Rome, you signed on for a bloodbath of untold proportions. There is no signing out, there is no respawn- dying in game earns you a metal needle into your spine that puts poison into your blood. If the poison don't kill you the fact that your nervous system was severed during the process will. These events are triggered by anything outside of the game trying to take you out of it such as: turning the VR gear off, unplugging them, etc. The only way for the game to end is either for one player to be left standing, or to fight the legions of Hell itself and tract down the dictator that heads the armies bent on killing you all. Options are few so picking wisely is key, either devolve into heathens or work together to the common goal. Either way...
Have fun, oh and happy killing.
"Hello and welcome to Channel Seventeen News! We are reporting on the new game releasing today, the first of its kind, a real life simulation game set to use the virtual reality gear made by Osbourne Incorporated to really make the game truly feel real." All around the world its release was being covered. "This game is called Weapons Arts Republic I am told. It has ratings off the charts from Beta Testers around the world."
The game released no problem, people bought it, most went home eager and played it. One of which was a normal school boy named Robert. He'd just come back home from ROTC Physical Training and was dog tired. Walking in the house he was greeted by two five year old girls. "Food! We're hungry!" Glaring at them he snarled, "Piss off!" He wished he could do that, instead the boy smiled at them sweetly and walked into the kitchen, "Of course, I will make some good old hotdogs." he filled a pan with water, went about the long task of boiling the water, cooked the hotdogs and then said grace over the meal for the girls after having finished dressing the hotdogs. "How did I get stuck with them...?" He kissed them both on the head and walked through the kitchen door, into a long hall, up a set of stairs, into his room and then fell onto the bed.
Sliding a metal helmet onto his head he pulled the visor down and opened the disc cartridge on the side. He had the joy of getting a friend to make this little thing for him. On the side of the helmet was a blue SI and globe emblem. He laid back and said the start up words, "System Log In, Sierra Oscar Charlie Oscar Mike Thirteen." His visor glowed and one more phrase transported him into a world anew. "Initialize Weapon Arts Republic."
Standing in the square he was in blue jeans and a white shirt with a shield on it, a black fatigue coat over it all and combat boots on his feet. "Oh cool! They kept my gear, does this mean they kept my house? I did spend probably one hundred collective hours grinding to get all of that." Walking down the street from the large open square with huge towers and screens he tried making his way to an uptown suburb. Eventually finding the place, Freedom Oaks subdivision, coming into the housing complex of massive size he went three streets down and took a left. House one-seven-seven-six, the front yard had a tall flag pole in it flying the colors, the home itself was two stories tall and probably fifty yards wide by the same in length. "Good, the Liberty loft is safe!" producing a key from his pocket he unlocked the door and went in after first opening the iron prison cage like grate around the small front porch. Walking in he was greeted by lovely victorian decor. "Well, guess I will wait for her to log in, Hell she dragged me into this." Robert sat on his beautiful brown leather couch and watched the television, it was cool how the game could stream real TV.
