Opening Moves (The Gam3 Book 1)
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    Eve sent a mental shrug.
    Amazed once more at the Game, Alan unbuckled himself as the dropship landed. The ramp extended, and Alan followed everyone else through a narrow corridor similar to those before you entered an airplane. He could see a series of three or four additional corridors, most likely leading to other small aircraft.
    At the end of the corridor stood two Haxlards, wearing metallic light blue armor that covered their entire bodies, making them look like robotic statues. They had blue faceplates, which Alan figured by now had to stand for rank or something; he wasn’t sure if it’d be polite to ask about it. Alan didn’t see any breaks in the armor, yet as the Haxlards gestured them forward their joints moved with ease.
    Each Haxlard held a laser rifle in one hand, or at least that’s what Alan assumed it to be. The device was curved into a U-shape, and each Haxlard gripped the weapon at the base of the U, while a green laser beam stretched across the two tips of the U, connecting them.
    Following the Haxlards, they emerged into another corridor, only slightly larger than the first. There wasn’t much to see, just narrow, grey metal corridors with the occasional closed grey door.
    Connected to Titan network. Acquiring basic layout.
    As everyone else followed the two Haxlard guards, a few of the doors they were passing had their basic layouts filled in. A few were labeled as dining facilities or restrooms or storage, yet the majority were labeled classified, revealing nothing about their contents. The restroom reminded Alan that he had to go, and he’d probably need to eat and sleep as well. He figured the goal had been to make armies or whatever as realistic as possible, and armies needed to eat, sleep and drink. At least, biological ones did.
    When the layout appeared, Kitana glanced back at Alan. He surmised that everyone else got this basic layout of the ship as well. It looked like they’d arrive soon at their destination, which was labeled as the training room.
    As they walked up to the shut door, it slid open, revealing a room remarkably similar to the original capsule room Alan had seen in real life. Arranged at the edges of the room were twenty metallic capsules, all monochrome silver.
    A message appeared in front of Alan:
     
    Please enter an unoccupied capsule. The Tutorial will then begin.
     
    “Alright guys, this is it, good luck.” Thiago announced to everyone, climbing into a capsule.
    Alan grinned. Finally, he’d be able to slay some monsters or something. He walked up to a capsule at the end of the row. It opened up for him, revealing a familiar silver liquid. Climbing in, Alan closed his eyes, breathing steadily, ready for the adventure to truly begin…

Chapter 3
     
    The first test turned out to be a lengthy standardized test. A college admission exam on steroids.
    Ten hours ago Alan had found himself in a white space surrounding him as far as he could see, cut off from Eve. It was a bit disorienting. Before him stood a female android, or cyborg, or something. It was the only other thing within this world. She, and it was definitely a she based upon certain parts that were emphasized, had metallic plates for skin, black wires connecting her parts, and small cameras with blue lenses for eyes.
    She had handed him a questionnaire, and asked him to fill it out. A non-descript white desk and chair appeared in front of him, along with a pen. Sitting down, Alan looked at the questionnaire, and filled it out. It seemed rather trivial at the time.
    Name, birth date, sex, gender, favorite hobbies, education, etc. Once that was finished, the tests began.
    Math, Science, History, Writing, Programming, Pop Culture - every single piece of knowledge that he had ever learned was being pried out of him. He was tested on foreign languages, guessing at what words he’d never heard of meant, not recognizing even half the languages presented. He was forced to make lists of everything, from

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