Dream Connection with PUBG
At Pochinki I was feeling as at home. Before landing there my name was Andrew, a boy having messed hair of black colour but I was a brown boy.
Anyhow I landed there with my team. Everyone was busy on loot and I was sleeping in one corner of the circular house. Time to time candidates are dying. Some are suffering from heart disease and most of them are patients of Diabetes. Among 100 players 4 are Veggei but they are on mission of chiken dinner, guess why is it so ? it is because everyone is in virtual world.
As we know there is a pure world exists in a game. We all are the players of that game without knowing 1 % about it. This game which I’m playing since 1108 hours is about to end.
Ohh wth is this ???
It is year 2020 according to maya calendar.
Only 4 players are left in the game. Among 4 there is a boy of spiritual mind who has a vardaan of being alive till 2030. Two are chamb friends and I am alone.
They are in search of me. I am also in search of peace but unexepted phenomenon occurred they got a call from the people of under world regarding my location.
Now they are firing gun on me and I am trying to delay my death and god helped me for some instant of time. There bullets are finished now.
Still they have iron pan of lawking in their hands they banded themselves and had a drink of moca bola in front of a hungry and injured player.
They was hitting me as I have stolen there buffaloes, but dude it is game and they are not going to show mercy to me I thought.
They hit the corner of pan on my head.
I am trying to open my eyes, everywhere there was the hard intensity of white light stopping me to open my eyes.
Why am I in hospital who brought me here
I asked and then slept for 60 seconds ( 1 second = 560 years )
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