Get Rekt, Get Rezzed, Get Good.

What ensues when a 28-year-old NEET pub stomps his way to the top in a janky arena shooter, but ends up getting pwned by a caffeine addiction? Apparently, not oblivion. Nope, even more fragging. For real, this time. In the game itself. Real hellish arenas, real quadruple-barreled shotguns, real railguns, and real gibs.

What happens in between the deathmatches? A lot of chatting, buffing and weapon tuning in a city that might as well be a massive server, and a bar that's an IRC room in physical form. Maybe he can frag himself some real friends this time. A crew of his own to walk beside him as he climbs back to the top of the board. But he can't just sit at the bottom rung and wait. The board bites. Fall out, and you're gone forever.

Unfortunately, facing the cosmic champions and unfair players won't be as easy this time. Not only is the ranking system broken, so is the world itself.

Live by the frag.
Die? Never.