OOC Thread Troll Thread Samantha Gray Reality Dome Highschool Grad. || Human- Rogue || Outfit Mood: Anxious Interaction: General Mention: General - x - On May 4th, 2034, the KIT team scheduled the opening day of their 10,000$ contest at the newly refurbished and newly renamed Reality Dome, an air-pressured supported domed arena meant specifically to host the new technology for KIT Reality: Survival. Holograms mounted around the dome brought the experience to life visibly while the body gear brought the experience to life on a more mental level, giving the player the impression they were mentally and physically in the game. The gear consisted of a sleek headset, white gloves interwoven with wires and sensory technology, and shoe caps that went over ones shoes and served the same purpose as the gloves. Samantha had such gear tucked away on her small duffle bag, the same one she used to bring to her practices and sporting events as a high school runner. It currently rested beside her as she hunched over the tablet passed out to all participants to create their avatar. Compared to the ninety degree weather outside the domed arena was surprisingly cool with water set out for the participants. The way it was furnished was also a little surprising as it slightly resembled an old colosseum with a modern twist complete with raised seats where people started to gather and a dirt ground, something she was thankful for as combat was apart of this game and she could only imagine what it would be like to fight imaginary creatures on something like tile. The Romanian decided to seat herself with her back against the wall the seats were mounted on and knees peeked so she could support the tablet against her lap. All around her the other participants were scattered across the floor of the arena doing the same thing, either in small groups or by themselves, and filled the large space with soft chatter. It was such an odd thing really. Sure she had a couple of friends she met during her time back in track but she never tried to get them to game with her, so to not only go from limiting gaming to her private life to sharing with who knew how many other people, but also doing so in front of a crowd proved to be quite the experience. It was for this reason she stuck to her real life appearance in the first place (though she couldn't pass up the opportunity to shorten her hair a little from it's usual shoulder length). She snuck a peek at a nearby group of three who seemed to be having a little too much fun picking the appearance of their characters. Even if they were being a little obnoxious having others to create avatars with seemed like a good time. She shook her head and pressed accept. A loading bar then appeared and she set the tablet aside while it synchronized her customized avatar with her KIT gear. She watched it for a moment, hands cupped around her knees and right foot tapping against the floor of the arena with a little anxiety. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice suddenly boomed from out of the speakers she assumed would provide the sound for the game. Her eyes immediately found the platform she noticed earlier where a small group of adults was assembled. The person who currently held the microphone looked to be a woman in her late twenties, early thirties with blond hair clipped to the back of her head and a voice that teamed with excitement as she spoke, "Welcome to the first annual KIT Reality: Survival! I'm your host, Jane Beck, and I'm proud to announce that the sponcer of the KIT Project, Mr. O'Niel, is with us today as well as a member of the original development team, Ms. Auer." That one name caught Samantha's undivided attention, mainly because she was the devious mind behind the troll system. "They'll be watching today's activities so be sure to put on a good show." Right, no pressure at all. "Now I'm sure you all picked up a rule book on your way in here so I won't go over them. It'll be your responsibility to follow the rules. Failure to abide by the rules will result in a warning or, depending on the severity of the offence, elimination from the competition. I am also at liberty to tell you that the slip you signed upon signing up frees us from all responsibility of personal injury, so please be careful. Now, we'll be starting soon but in the mean time feel free to mingle and form parties." With that said the little speech was concluded and the participants were left to their own devices. Samantha frowned and snuck another peek at the gathered group of people. It seemed a little silly to form parties in a competition that would crown one winner but it couldn't be without its benefits. After all, there was ten dungeon floors to clear each with its own boss, that was nine levels to get through before winning really mattered.