In the world called Erangel, time slips silently through fingers like quicksand, and the wind blows through the dilapidated gas station, carrying dust and a dilapidated atmosphere. The cruelty and desolation of the battlefield seem to be the ruthless handwriting of fate, carving the loneliness and silence of every inch of land.
But in this endless ruin, there is a bright red sign stubbornly lit up – KFC. It is not the protagonist of this world, but it is like a gentle light that penetrates the dead haze. Players are running and fighting on this land, and their tired bodies and minds are longing for a little comfort, and here, there is such a tiny stop.
The self-service ordering machine is like a silent watcher, quietly waiting for people to come. Just press the button lightly, your name will appear on the screen, and a hot fried chicken meal will slowly appear in front of the counter. It is not just a simple supply, but a symbol of life, with a touch of warmth and tranquility.
The chicken leg carries the function of a first aid kit. When the character uses it, he takes a bite. The action is not just a design in the game, but more like a deep confession of life. French fries become bandages, and drinks become energy drinks. Each of them carries the continuation and hope of life.
The rules limit the number of times this warmth can be used. Each person can only order a meal at each KFC once, and can only get it again after the game enters the fourth stage. Limited warmth is particularly precious. It teaches us moderation and reminds us to stop and feel the rare tenderness on the journey of life.
This red warmth not only exists in Erangel, but also appears on maps such as Miramar, Sanhok, and Vikendi. Even on the planes flying to the battlefield, there are red banners flying, like the flag of life, reminding people not to forget those warm moments no matter where they are.
People run on the battlefield, with struggle and tenacity in their eyes. In this bite of fried chicken, there is a desire for life and a yearning for the warmth of the world. It makes people know that living is not just about struggle and pain, but also about the comfort found in the chaos.
Perhaps life is like this, mixed with suffering and warmth, confusion and determination. No matter how rough the road ahead is, the red light and the smell of fried chicken will make people feel the power and tenderness of life itself.
In this desolate battlefield, the warmth of life blows gently like the wind, bringing a moment of peace, teaching us to watch the light of life in the impermanence.