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This what was it was known to be 'loading in late' and he had no idea - he was sat in his office, it had gone past dark, even when the light that would change the world - and when the course had set for earth, well - he'd intended to seat himself on the balcony of his office with a shandy and watch it all go down. A meteor was big news - and he was old enough to be pragmatic to know what the force and chaos it would unveil, and how the world would change.

The subject of that change though - was confusing. And here he awoke - he blinked. Was this Africa still? He'd taken a liking to the land and had stayed there for the past three years, and although warm winds greeted his aging form - he wasn't feeling as bad as his body had reminded him. There were far more sensory outputs though to recognise that for the time being as he was trying to understand his environment. When the status screen first opened, then, he waved it away - thinking it something of the light, only, it didn't.

Welcome!
Choose a class!

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1. Pain Train
2. Iron Dreadnought
3. Adamantine Sentinel

Franky, he stared at it with incredulity - it was something beyond his years. He had learned of 'Virtual Reality' through astonishing new technology that allowed people to see geographies, histories, but that was young person technology. He certainly hadn't attached anything. Trying to wave it away so he could see his surroundings - it flashed up again, but this time with a bit more urgency. He sighed - And Julius would select the first. Why? Because of his back and hip pains, it was a small play of humility and humour, but he wasn't an 'iron ship' and he hadn't the faintest idea of what an Adamantine Sentinel was either, but the next message seemed... strange.

Tutorial:

Welcome to your new life, old timer! You best help yourself first because you're in for the long haul! Here's your objective:

Objective:
Escape the Hunter!
Be the last player standing? (Or not, Idc)

A timer in the top right of his peripheral started. That was strange. His stomach knotted - though not unfamiliar to violence, it was not something he... wanted to do willingly. So - where was he, again?