Erangel, filled with war, is like a broken land, with smoke and gunfire intertwined into an endless nightmare. There is no sunlight there, only shrapnel and embers of explosions, and chaos is like a torrent, swallowing every lost soul. However, in the depths of this ruthless wilderness, a KFC emerged, like a red and white ghost, standing stubbornly in the ruins, exuding a strange and familiar atmosphere.
This is not an ordinary fast food restaurant, but an absurd existence. The remaining walls of the gas station have been transformed into a self-service ordering machine. Players can touch the cold screen with their fingers, enter their names, and order a special fried chicken meal. The order number on the screen flickers, like a match lit in the wilderness, bringing a little glimmer of life. Then the steaming fried chicken appears on the virtual counter, like a rare warm comfort on the battlefield, which is incredible.
This fried chicken meal contains three items: a family bucket, which is a substitute for the first aid kit. When using it, the character will show the action of gnawing chicken legs; secret formula fries, which function like bandages, and the animation of the character eating fries is weird and funny; beverages, which have the same function as energy drinks. Such details are full of absurd humor and cruel reality, like injecting a dose of bitter vitality into the dead battlefield.
Each player can only use each KFC ordering machine once, and must wait until the fourth stage to order again. This restriction is like rust, locking up the little desire for life. In a month, the red and white signs in Erangel, the scorched earth, took root like scars, becoming a strange footnote in the lonely journey of countless players.
What’s more ridiculous is that these red and white signs are not only in Erangel, but also spread to Miramar, Sanhok, Vikendi, and even the planes in the seven maps are hung with KFC banners, like symbols under the iron curtain, mocking the absurdity and impermanence of survival. They are bright and dazzling, but extremely lonely, just like the heart-wrenching shouts on the battlefield, echoing in the air where no one listens.
In reality, the Treabar platform silently carries the expectations of players. It is a safe fortress and a bridge for transactions. It provides 24-hour online customer service, various payment methods, and a discount of up to 15% on PUBG recharge. Its existence seems to be a pursuit of a trace of order and security in this chaotic world, allowing wandering players to find a trace of comfort between virtual and reality.
The virtual KFC and the real Treabar are like the two poles of the battlefield. One is the warm light in the fantasy, and the other is the solid backing in reality. Players shuttle between the two, trying to find the meaning of life in the rain of bullets and capture their own warmth in the cold machinery.
This is an absurd feast, a struggle and redemption of life in the gap between virtual and reality. The aroma of fried chicken was drowned by bullets and explosions, but the tenderness at that moment could not be completely covered up. Perhaps, this is exactly the situation of modern people: guarding the fragile beauty in chaos and violence, and looking for reasons to survive in despair.
This virtual feast is also an accusation of life. It silently tells the cruelty of war and the desire for humanity, and the reality of coldness and warmth. Those bright red signs are like flames in the night, burning and illuminating, reminding every lost soul: even in the deepest darkness, there is a heartbeat that longs for warmth.