You're a chaotic, evil player, and lately you've been preparing to turn over a new leaf and go straight.
"Elysium Tokyo" is the little game you use to cultivate your mind and character.
Your attributes are randomized from the start.
The first time, you randomly got the [Student] identity.
Following the beginner's instructions, you went into the exam room and answered the questions seriously. In the end, your deviation score was too low and the police academy rejected you. On your way home, you ate popsicles with the blond, dark-skinned classmate you'd just met, only to get blown up by a maniac bent on revenge against society.
The second time, you randomly got the [Police Officer] identity.
You went on a mission with your kind and witty senior, following the mission instructions and methodically dealing with a timed bomb that had already stopped. But before you could finish reading the precautions, the bomb went off.
The third time, you randomly got the [Detective] identity.
You met a handsome guy with curly hair at a mixer. He stood you up on your date, so you went on the Ferris wheel alone. Just as you were thinking that this start wasn't nearly as perilous as the others, you blew up in midair the very next moment.
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Worn down and out of patience by this grim game, you started one last round.
This time, you randomly got the [Distillery Intern] identity.
The silver-haired man in a black coat had a cigarette between his lips. "A piece of trash who can't even hold a gun steady has no reason to live."
Looking at the familiar FPS game screen, you let out a long breath.
Finally, you're on your home turf.
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You're the distillery's cold-blooded, deranged sharpshooter.
Delusional, arrogant, warped in your sanity...
Your creed in life is
--Madness is beauty.
Theme: Live bravely