The gunfire has not stopped, the smoke has not yet dissipated, and Erangel, a land torn apart by war, is like an old newspaper full of cracks, carrying the life and death struggles of countless people. Every corner is filled with stories of despair and struggle. In such a desperate situation, KFC quietly descended, like a foreign object, disrupting the originally gloomy order here.
The gas station, which was shaken by countless explosions, was transformed into a red and white fast food restaurant. Its appearance made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield weird and absurd. The players pressed the button, and their nicknames and order numbers were displayed on the screen. Then a steaming fried chicken meal appeared on the counter, as if something inexplicably reassuring suddenly appeared in this killing and cruel game world.
This fried chicken meal is not an ordinary delicacy, but a symbol of survival in the game. The family bucket replaces the first aid kit, and the character will make the action of gnawing chicken legs when eating; the secret formula fries and bandages have the same function, and the character’s appearance of enjoying fries makes people laugh; the beverage is the incarnation of energy drinks. They bear the responsibility of saving lives in the game, but they are covered with the coat of life, allowing people to see warmth and fireworks in the hail of bullets.
Each player can only order once at each KFC ordering machine, and can only use it again in the fourth stage. Such restrictions make these fried chicken sets particularly precious, like a life-saving straw on the battlefield, supporting the tired soul and the life at the critical moment.
What’s more ridiculous is that these red and white signs are not only dotted in Erangel, but also all over Miramar, Sanhok, Vikendi and other maps, and even hung on airplanes, becoming an existence that cannot be ignored. They are bright, but like a silent mockery, reminding players: no matter how you struggle, reality and virtuality are devouring you in different ways.
In reality, the Treabar platform provides players with safe transactions and recharge services, 24-hour customer service, various payment methods, and discounts of up to 15%. It is like a solid fortress, protecting the rights and interests of players in the real world, allowing them to devote themselves to virtual wars without worries.
The virtual KFC and the real Treabar, the two seem unrelated, but they jointly maintain the lifeline of players. One is the warmth flashing in the virtual world, a life-saving fried chicken meal; the other is the trust guarantee in the real world. They are like two lights on the battlefield, allowing people to see the afterglow of hope in cruelty.
This absurd game is just like life. You run desperately, looking for a chance to survive, and occasionally get a warm comfort, which may be a bucket of fried chicken, or it may be a word of care. Whether virtual or real, it is the struggle and persistence of life.
The gunshots are still there, and the aroma of fried chicken is wafting, as if mocking, but also as if comforting. It reminds us that even if life is as cruel as a battlefield, tenderness and hope still exist, just waiting to be discovered and caught.