Tribe Mind

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TM.3 - Employee Orientation


“Here at Seven Stones Industries,” the narrator starts. “We have a great security team lead by former special forces secret operation commander general Maya Wale. She’s no nonsense and doesn’t take any prisoners, unless they have secrets to tell. She’ll be getting you acquainted with how we do things here at Seven Stones Industries.”

“He’s going to say the whole company name every time, isn’t he,” Kevin asks.

“Yeah, and I’m tired of it already. They named the company after some evil crystal balls from Lord of The Rings.”

“Right,” Kevin shouts.

“They keep telling us how they’re changing the future, and are making the world better and expect us to be too stupid to see the evil plot twist coming later.”

“Right,” Kevin shouts again. “They’re probably just using AI to spy on us all and create a police state using stolen personal information. Then when they see the writing on the wall they’ll just leave the country.”

“Kevin, you read my mind,” the two of us laugh, but then share a look knowing it’s probably happening in the real world too.

A short woman with sand colored skin and black hair in a ponytail, wearing black military type gear makes her way towards us. Suddenly she pauses, extends her arms into a ‘T’ shape, glitches and vanishes from view. She quickly appears at the first place we saw her and begins to walk towards us. This time, her legs move faster than she’s actually walking, giving the appearance of sliding over the ground.

“We can not already be glitching out,” I laugh.

“Hey, we just said double A games need love too,” Kevin reminds me.

“Yeah, but this is a triple A game.”

“Then screw this, they need to stop selling us glitched out games and expecting us to be beta testers.”

“Just to buy microtransactions and loot boxes on top of it.”

“And then, you can’t even have disc but they send emails reminding you that you don’t own digital copies.”

“Listen up here Maggots,” the woman shouts as Commander General Maya Wale appears over her head. “Here at Seven Stones Industries, we have strict requirements for who we accept.” I can’t help but laugh at the fact that her mouth isn’t moving in synch with her words or that she only moves when she stops talking. I can’t believe major companies are still getting away with this. “You’ll need to complete this obstacle course before we can allow you to join us here at Seven Stones Industries.”

Slowly objects for an obstacle course appear before us. I was expecting something similar to those crazy tv shows that are popular right now. None of them will ever compare to Most Extreme Elimination Challenge and the rotating surfboard of death. Before Maya can finish listing off the requirements Kevin is halfway through the course. I take off after him, it’s easy. Just a way to get used to the movements; there’s a delay on our movements. Nothing as good as Liberty and Strife but also nothing that’s not easy to account for. Jump over a knee high wall, sprint to ladder, climb it, slide down a rope, kick through very light door and sprint to the finish line. Incredibly easy obstacle course that neither of us had any difficulty completing.

“I suppose you’ll do,” Maya says without moving her lips as I finish the course.

“Congratulations,” the narrator pops in again. “You have proven yourselves worthy of a role here at Seven Stones Industries. You’ve impressed Commander General Maya Wale and that’s only the first part. Meet her in her office to discuss your first real mission here-”

“At Seven Stones Industries,” Kevin and I join him.

“That’s going to be so annoying,” Kevin says.

TM.2 - Creation


Some people like to just be themselves when it comes to games. Even if they don’t necessarily like themselves, there’s still a comfort in being themselves. Personally, I like to create someone new, a better version of me. The real me, just kind of sucks. I’m tall, but I’m skin and bones. I’ve got some scars from old injuries. Michael K Williams made a facial scar iconic, and it looks cool on Luffy. Mine just looks like someone tried to stab me in the jaw. There’s not even a cool story. Some jerk just put a rock in a snowball and caught me in the face. That was the first time I’d seen snow; my family took a trip to Detroit for the winter. The tickets were cheap enough, and my parents wanted to give me a chance to do something fun instead of think about being sick. My blood was so bright on the snow. Despite that, that’s still a happy memory for me.

The Cyber Rush character creator is kind of bland. There aren’t a ton of skin tones to choose from. Basically, Chris Brown or Wesley Snipes, so I guess I’m Wesley Snipes unless I want to be one of the seven versions of white. I never get excited for a game when the character creator sucks. It just shows me where the developer’s head was, and it was not with me. I can’t help but laugh to myself because I already know what my character will look like. The same thing my character looks like in every game that only caters to white players. A black guy with blue Goku hair, because there is always Goku hair. Can’t have dreadlocks or waves, but you can always have Goku hair. Kevin is probably having a way easier time with this creator than I am.

I spawn into the game, riding in the back of a car. I can’t actually see out of the windows. They cut corners here, just a cutscene. A tan skinned Asian man with his hair in a ponytail spawns in next to me. I guess I’ll meet Kevin in the game. They probably just do the intro with anyone.

“Hey Daamin,” I instantly recognize the voice?

“Kevin,” I ask in confusion.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you again,” he laughs, “without the reptile head I guess,” we both laugh.

“Decided to roleplay as an Asian guy this time,” I try to address the elephant in the car.

“Well, funny thing about that. I could never get the face scan right for Liberty and Strife. So I just created a character with the sliders.”

“There’s no face scan in this game, so you created an Asian guy,” I’m more confused now.

“Well, funny thing about that,” he glances out of the empty windows. “I thought I could spot something out of the window and change the subject, but the windows are fake.” He takes a deep breath and exhales before looking back to me. “I am actually Asian, Cambodian to be specific.”

“I guess Kevin isn’t your real name either,” I’m a little upset. I’m way too old to be falling for the Smart Guy episode where they get lured to a basement by a child predator.

“Sort of, my middle name is Kevin, and that’s what I go by. My first name is Khemera, my middle name is Kevin and my last name is Phlom. My parents wanted me to have a traditional name, but also a more American name.”

“I swear you better not be some pervert trying to get me to strip in your basement, because I am way too old for that.”

“Why would I?” Kevin stutters. “I’m confused.”

“Yeah, that makes two of us. We’re going to talk about why you didn’t want people to know you were Asian at some point. But I’m going to take your word for now. Is this why you never wanted to face time?”

“Greetings,” a voice booms from nowhere and everywhere at once.

“Narration,” Kevin and I say at the same time.

“I hate games with narration,” Kevin sighs.

“I kind of liked Biomutant.”

“It was okay, it wasn’t great.”

“I think people just expect too much of AA games, and don’t really give them grace. A lot of the innovation for games comes from that space and it’s being erased.”

“You definitely have a point with people expecting too much.”

“Excuse me,” the narrator cuts in. “Sorry to disturb your conversation but you’ve taken a new job with Seven Stones Industries. We make some of the most cutting edge technology in the world. But keeping it safe is risky, that’s why we need special forces military operatives like you to help keep it safe. Buckle up, we’ll be arriving soon,” the narrator finishes.

“This is so generic,” Kevin laughs.

“I guarantee we’re going to meet the boss and it’s going to be a bald white guy.”

“If this game came out in the 2010s, we’d be playing as bald white guys too.”

We share a brief laugh over how absurd and true all of this is. When there’s a moment of silence, I remind him, “we’re still going to talk about that white guy disguise, but I’m glad you’re here.”

“Won’t happen again, and I’m glad to be here.”

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TM.1 - Anticipation



Kai and Alexandre can’t always play games with me. I get it, both of them are over thirty and trying to figure out how to be real adults. I’m just a twenty-four year old who’s too chronically ill to go to college or work a trade. Instead, I’m stuck in my parent’s house playing games, scraping by on uber and fiverr gigs. After Liberty and Strife trapped us all in the game and almost killed us, most people would stop playing games or at least take a break. Not me, I don’t have anything else to do. At least not anything fun. I could be panicking about how I’m going to pay for the ridiculous hospital bills that I’ve got left from the whole ordeal. But I’m not really worried since I’m already one of the millions of Americans crippled by medical debt. Catching up on the news when I woke up left me surprised, I missed that whole Luigi Mangione thing. Too bad they didn’t push for Universal Healthcare after that. Maybe next time, because there is always a next time.

During that whole thing I met Kevin. He was also playing as a swordsman in a game full of people with super advanced guns and drones. The two of us got along right away. Anime, movies, comics, and everything else. We were both fans of all the same things. We exchanged information in the game and promised to find each other in the real world. As soon as I got home, I had a friend request from him waiting. We’ve played a few games together since then, but it’s been a little sporadic. He’s been playing catchup to make sure he finishes school, but he’s got time to play this weekend.

Tribe Mind is a new virtual reality game. I was scared to ask if he wanted to play but it seems like neither of us learned our lesson. I haven’t played any VR games since getting out, but I still have the itch for it. It seems like most people do. When a game traps nearly a million people from all across the world, it tends to leave a bad taste in people’s mouths. I spend most of my time wishing I could be someone else or even just do whatever I wanted. That’s the cool thing about games like Liberty and Strife. There’re no limits on what can be done. I don’t have to worry if my body is going to give out on me. I was excited when he was willing to play.

The game is supposed to be some kind of spiritual successor to Liberty and Strife. It’s set in a futuristic desert city with a lot of places to explore. The point of the game is supposed to be some kind of evil tech company taking over the world through brain implants, and it’s up to players to stop it. It doesn’t exactly sound groundbreaking, but it doesn’t need to be. It just needs to be good enough for an escape, a basic Isekai is all that’s needed. A temporary escape.

“We still on,” a new text message from Kevin.

“Affirmative.”

“Great,” he responds with an emoji of a man saluting.

I’m sure Alexandre and Kai have been leaning on each other to get through this. I’ve talked to them a few times, but sometimes I feel like the little brother playing third wheel. They knew each other before I came along and they’ve got plenty of stories from before I was around. I’m really grateful the two have taken me in and they swear I’m part of the team, but I don’t always feel that way. It’s nothing they’ve done, just my own thoughts. That’s why it’s been great chatting with Kevin since we met.

My VR gear hasn’t even gotten dusty. It was just sitting here, waiting on me to pick it up again. Well, the wait is over. Today is the day when I hop back in the game. I wasn’t feeling nervous before, but now that the headset is in my hands, I can’t help but feel my heart sinking into my stomach. I guess I am a little scared after all. Still, I never go back on my word, that’s my nindo, my ninja way.

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