Last May, I downloaded Arena Breakout by chance. I’ve always been a total newbie at FPS games with barely any improvement in my skills over the years, yet this game captivated me deeply with its unparalleled immersive atmosphere. Every single moment from that day is etched clearly in my mind: back when I was only Level 7, I met a player with the in-game ID “Your Old Father” inside the Farm Stable. He hid in a corner, shouting “Hold your fire!” nonstop. Once we crossed paths, he handed me my first high-value rare loot in the entire game — the Golden Lion Statue. Right after giving me the statue, he quit the raid instantly. I added him as a friend using the ID printed on his dog tag. For more than a year afterward, we queued up together nearly every single day. We leveled up side by side all the way to Level 30, raided the TV Station countless nights yet barely made a successful extraction. When the new Airport map launched, we even dropped in specifically to hand out free supplies to other players. Later, we found our absolute favorite map — North Ridge. We would camp at every extraction point across North Ridge, and the total value of supplies stashed in our warehouses kept growing higher and higher. He became my best friend. I have never met him offline in real life, yet every time I logged into the game and saw him waiting online for me, my heart would be filled with joy and reassurance. But for a full month, I never spotted him online again. I messaged him repeatedly on WeChat, yet never received a single reply. It wasn’t until yesterday that he finally texted me back. “Sorry, brother. I won’t be able to play with you anymore.” When I pressed him for the reason, he confessed that he’s been suffering from a severe illness and spent this entire month undergoing treatment. Tears welled up in my eyes as I typed these words. It was this man who stayed by my side through countless lonely, tough nights. I finally understand now why he always left all the most valuable loot for me every time we looted together. Now I’m all alone on North Ridge, lingering at extraction points longing for a companion, and this game has lost all its fun for me. I want to do something for him. I’ve made up my mind that I will travel to meet him in real life, even though we are separated by 2,600 kilometers. I’m incredibly grateful for all the joy this game has brought me, but I don’t think I’ll ever play it again. I stuck to this account all because of him, so it will fall silent because of him too. All proceeds from selling this account will be given to his parents to cover medical fees, buying even one more second of life for my friend. This is my warehouse: its total asset value exceeds 2 billion Koins, and I’ve stockpiled thousands of rounds of Tier 6 and Tier 7 high-penetration armor-piercing ammo. I didn’t know about this trading platform until yesterday, when ChatGPT told me about it. If anyone would like to view more detailed screenshots and information, feel free to message me anytime — I will reply promptly to every inquiry. Thank you.
