“Have you made furniture? Now you will do headshots!” - this is how the almighty System greeted me. New comrades handed over a battered carbine and said, “Shoot there!” Now I'm a Guardian. And my task is to clear the endless Waves of advancing enemies and swing furiously in order to settle in one of the hundreds of worlds available to me. However, not everything is so bad. Potential for endless growth? Eat. Faithful comrades ready to cover your back? On the spot. The opportunity to go on dangerous Missions with incredibly valuable rewards? And what new life is without risk! They also gave me a free psychotherapist, isn’t that lovely?