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Ein abgegrenztes Gebiet, aus dem kein Entkommen möglich scheint und das auf spezielle Art vermint ist. Verflixt gefährliche Kreaturen, die ihre Ziele noch auf Wolkenkratzerdächern und tief unter der Erde zur Strecke bringen können. Eine Menge verträumter Statisten, die vielleicht helfen, vielleicht angreifen, je nach Laune. Spezielle Feinde mit extravaganten Waffen und effektiven Scannern – während man sich schnell Strafen einhandeln kann, die einen überall und in jeder Tarnung verraten.

Die Wüste hat Sünder hinter sich gelassen, aber erbarmungslose Härten und Prüfungen pflastern weiter seinen Weg. Er sitzt in der Falle – in derselben wie alle, die es nicht schnell genug zum nördlichen Rand der Ebene geschafft haben. Er hat die Wahl: Entweder klein beigeben, sich in sein Schicksal fügen und mit den anderen Unglücklichen sterben – oder sich befreien, und seine Freunde gleich mit ihm. Aber es wird ein harter Kampf. Und um sich und die anderen zu retten, muss er gegen das grausamste aller Raubtiere bestehen. Den Menschen.

Der Trial geht weiter und wer hinter dem endlosen Blutvergießen steht, ist immer noch ein Rätsel. Es spielt keine Rolle, ob du einer Kaste angehörst und Privilegien genießt oder ein vogelfreies Stück Fleisch bist, ein berühmt-berüchtigter Top Star, dessen Foto alle Welt kommentiert, oder der letzte Loser – niemand hat eine Ahnung, und mit jeder Erkenntnis tun sich nur neue Fragen auf. Vor dem Start auf der neuen Ebene hast du eine Wahl. Je härter die Gangart, die du wählst, desto schöner die Preise, die dir winken.

Er wurde aus seiner bekannten Welt herausgerissen, um ihn brutal umzubringen. Er sollte das Schicksal all derer teilen, die nur Futter waren, das denen zum Fraß vorgeworfen wurde, die mehr Glück hatten. Aber sei gewarnt, Privilegierter: Er ist ein ganz besonderes Futter – von der Sorte, die zurückbeißt. Die euch frisst. Überlege dir gut, ob du immer noch Lust hast, ihn zu jagen. Und wenn ja, dann mache dir nicht die Mühe, zu rennen. Er wird von selbst zu dir kommen und dich holen.

Willkommen beim Trial. Hier bist du niemand. Du bist nichts. Eine Null, ein nichtsnutziges Stück Fleisch mit Knochen. Ein schmackhafter Happen für deine Gegenspieler und für die, die beim Start Glück hatten. Futter. Der einzige Sinn deiner jämmerlichen Existenz ist, möglichst schnell zu verrecken.

An unexpected roadmap—or better yet, a book—makes looking for treasure so much easier. Reading into it what the authors have never even thought about makes for a welcome bonus. These are all but lucky waystations on my journey to the doorsteps of this world's greatest mystery. There's a catch: everyone and his brother has already been there, and even the worst losers know the way. So, is this the end of the road? The demise of the Great Plan? Or have they all knocked on the door the wrong way?

Something quite odd is happening in Second World - the planet's foremost MMORPG. Something that's causing alliances to be broken, and friendships, forgotten. A worthless low-level mine becomes the stage of vicious battles, its burned ruins suddenly contested by the game's toughest clans. Every border is controlled, and every road in the province blocked off. The weak players and NPCs alike are subjected to non-stop violent raids courtesy of Eastern invaders. And the strong are scouring the virtual world for the culprit - the weirdest noob the game has ever seen.

The desert has been left behind, but Sinner's troubles have not. He finds himself in an elaborate trap—him, and everyone else who failed to go north early. Now he has two options: accept his fate and die along with countless other losers or escape from the trap and pull his friends out. Except to do that, he will have to fight the most terrifying animal ever. Man.

No empty child has ever reached a year of age, yet I am now 13. It has been a long and miserable 13 years, where the best I can manage to do is walk with difficulty. Sometimes, I cannot even manage that.

The new, detached setting is teeming with "land mines"—highly unusual ones. Plenty of other, deadlier things would be happy to reach out and touch someone anywhere, be it the roof of a skyscraper or a subway tunnel deep underground. Tons of somnambulant extras could swing either way: cut your throat or help you, purely on a whim. Weapons are as deadly as they are improbable. Deliberately imposed multiple handicaps make any attempts at camouflage meaningless.

You are no one. Level zero. Empty of mind and memory. Even your past has been stripped from your brain by the inscrutable System. A long, difficult road lies between you and remembering any part of who you are. A road punctuated with one death after another. You are too puny to survive by might alone. Information is the single resource that might keep you alive, but the brainless “digis” have none of it. Only those with experience can give you what you need, but most care nothing about you or your plight. In fact, some make it their mission to kill you.

Rumor has it that this year's leaders will receive an unusual reward from the Emperor himself. The exact nature of that reward is a mystery to everyone. What is absolutely clear, though, is that the number of prizes is limited, and just about everyone wants them. So let the battle begin—in the hearts and minds, within the school walls, on training grounds, and even in the streets of the capital city. This will be the ultimate test of one's strength and cunning. It will be fair, and not. It will be bloodless and the stuff of one's worst gory nightmares. And the winner will take all.

For two years, I have been thinking of this place and how to get here. Every step in my grand masterplan was but a waystation en route to the main prize: the door. And what a special door it is! Behind it lies what will not only make me strong, but put me at the very top of this world...or at least close. At the moment, the door is as good as locked for me. Unapproachable. To get access, I will have to do my damnedest, because you cannot just buy your way to it using regular cash. One needs a special currency here: points. Rating points.

Welcome to the challenge. You're an absolute nobody here—nothing, a zero, a useless lump of meat filled with bones. You're but a delicious morsel for your antagonists and those who got lucky at the start. The only goal you can have in your miserable existence is to kick the bucket as soon as possible.

The Grove is a perilous wound on the face of the planet, home to the most fearsome creatures in all of Rock. Death himself has trod these paths, leaving in his wake freakish mutants who still bear within themselves a piece of his morbid nature.

So you want a brilliant cut for your rough diamond? In that case, you should get on with the cutting! That’s how I found myself looking for a suitable lapidarist. Since I was anything but your run-of-the-mill little rock, the master crafter also had to be special. The one fitting the bill happened to be truly excellent, but, alas, he did have his quirks, too. A recluse living on top of a tall, barren mountain, he did not take kindly to most uninvited intruders, sending them back rolling down the hill in the most unceremonious of manners. And he had plenty of secrets, too.

Imagine a warm, beautiful country populated by friendly and happy people who live in harmony under a true democratically elected government. In a feudal world dominated by a small cohort of ruthless nobles, that would indeed be a bright spot, right? It sure would—except keep dreaming, folks. Where our hero is going this time is the exact opposite of the above—a slum of a city in the middle of a dry, inhospitable desert, pervasive corruption, and all kinds of formidable enemies.

I had a plan; a good one that I thought through really well. But it only took a single cunning dwarf accompanied by two goons to force me into acting earlier than I’d planned to.

The Challenge continues, and there is no end in sight to the bloodletting. It doesn't matter whether you are a "Brahmin" or a disenfranchised piece of meat, a popular top dog or the lowliest loser. You still don't know squat, and if anything, the questions just keep piling up. Yet, the new tier is also different, at least for some. You can go hard, or go easy, but the harder the going, the higher the loot. If you are lucky, you may even get a respite from feeding on your own kind. Instead, you'll be eating right. But don't rejoice finding yourself all alone on a deserted shore.

The Second World is a mire of intrigue; the game's creators have left several back doors permitting them to terminate anyone at will, and an unlikely sequence of events has brought someone unsuspecting into their field of attention. One player has managed to upset the game world's balance, and now he's hunted by everyone. Every clan wants to recruit him for his achievements while other powers want him for their own, more sinister purposes.