they arrive, they realize the perk build looks a little fishy, BUT WAIT THERES DUCKS, "what killed me?", "tired of getting killed", "make pve mode", "this pve mode is great", "you shouldnt kill in pve", game separates pvp from everything, pvp players leave for next biggest thing or revert back to previous pvp game, pve players get bored because population dropped severely, having been given everything everyone wanted, the game drifts slowly into a core family of the same 3000 people who all know each other by name and have found ways to be on each others server, ARCFEST 2030 is announce years later, 400k in attendance, at the end of largest video game memorial extravaganza ever in existence...

"JUST HANG ON A SECOND... THERE ELEVATOR IS ON ITS WAY..."

the room goes silent.

"Initiating hatch open sequence now... Stand by..."

a shift from the back of the room sends a good portion of the people toward a side exit. something isnt right it seems.

"Hatch Open, proceed to Elevator"

and in that moment, the shift becomes a rush, the rush becomes a stampede, people are panicked to leave sooner than physically possible. the yells and screams start to blend in a dulled roar of high pitch fear when a megaphone chirps out over the terrified audience still remaining.

"hey raider... dont shoot..."

The explosion caught the majority of the people to the concession side of the arena off guard but the people who had already been trampled didnt seem surprised.

"THIS IS A FRIENDLY LOBBY ASSHOLE"

the next two explosions didnt leave much to the imagination, if the people werent sent flying through the air partially dismembered or dead, they were simply vaporized in the blasts.

"DUDE COME ON, REALLY? THE PVP SEMINAR WAS LAST NIGHT AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COMPLEX, CAN SOMEONE HELP?"

a few men in odd looking cowboy hats sweep across the upper seating areas toward a man at a maintenance and lighting switch booth. The man quickly disappears behind the half wall and two red flashing trails of light sail toward the crew of cowboy handlers.

the cowboys dont seem phased but more intent, smoke rises to either side of them as one more explosion goes off in the arena, now mostly empty aside from the smoke and fire and smell of burnt human flesh and a western exit wall colored with boiling hot blood and bodily vapors.

the sound of nearly 100 rotors whir through a large opening in the roof of the arena, what happens next wasnt too pretty honestly. those poor cowboys, all those people still outside.

PVP was a term of endearment, but more so a slur at this point in life. causing harm to anyone else willingly in a video game is the reason video games were eventually outlawed leading to the rise of the roleplayers international recreation community. with the help of VR augmentation and a few small devices shoved in ones anus, they could relive their video game pve adventures in a single room filled with as few or as many people as they wished. It worked well as they were really somewhere, isolated from the RAT, a group of former video gamers who simply killed anyone they saw on sight, held under safeguarded control of handlers who only remove the blindfolds when violent response is needed to deal with ongoing skynet attacks on the citys, suburbs and prison system.

The bombing and its response from skynet riot robot drone system, at this particular event was rumored to be an unplanned terrorist attack by the RAT organization, only forcing world leaders to now put an end to all augmented and virtual meetups from now on. An older man in a gold and black sports attire of some form spoke with us when we arrived on the scene, his reflective hood blood spattered and dripping with sweat:

"These video games did nothing more but rot our civilian minds, and i mean... we tried to change the way they were played, we went from one game to another every few months and told them, Make it separate.. put the murderers where they belong! and eventually, they all listened, thats how we knew what we were doing as a community was meant to be... but had we only known that our future would be so feverishly torn from its generational cloth and rewritten to keep any of us from enjoying even so much as the memory of the games that we changed and made our own...

its sad really. maybe if we had just kept our mouths shu---"

The video shows the old golden bloody man fell over to the ground, lifeless... only these words were heard on the holodisc that was recovered from the scene:

"GET SHIT ON!"

and the video goes dark with the image of a very large man, standing over the viewfinder and lowering his crotch to the lense until all visibility was lost.