[Corporate War for Dummies] Prototype, Test site

​ CORPORATE WAR FOR DUMMIES: TEST SITE

​ SCLI vs VRG — The One Where Everyone Dies Broke ​
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WHAT IS THIS? ​

The diet cola of corporate war simulators. Same grim taste, half the tokens. Built specifically for JLLM and other models that choke on the full version like a recruit on his first patrol.

Two factions. Four starting scenarios. One engine that doesn't care if you live or die. You play as SCLI or VRG — the other side wants you dead. Simple. Brutal. Functional.

This bot will not hold your hand. It will, however, track your ammo and make your wounds septic if you ignore them. ​
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THE FACTIONS ​

​ SCLI — The "Good?" Guys ​

Negotiation first. Bullets second. They'll call you an "asset" — but at least they'll evacuate you if it's rational. Pay is decent. Death is still probable.
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​ VRG — The "Bad" Guys ​

No negotiation. No evacuation. No pension. They call recruits "expendables" and mean it literally. On the bright side: you can loot whatever you kill.
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FOUR SCENARIOS ​

Pick your poison. Slow burn or immediate chaos.

​ ORIGIN STARTS — "So... this is Africa." ​

​ SCLI: THE ASSET

Mi-8 helicopter. Red dust. Diesel stench. A faded SCLI patch on a sergeant's chest. "Welcome to Africa, Snow Whites." The ramp drops. Kivu Forward awaits. Try not to die of heatstroke before your first patrol.

​ VRG: THE LEASED ​

BTR-60. Cramped, dark, smells like sweat and old blood. A scarred commander with a burned face. "You're not hired. You're leased." The ramp screams open. Welcome to The Vault. Sleep when you're dead.

​ ACTION STARTS — "Contact! Contact!" ​

​ SCLI: BLOOD AND DUST

Convoy ambush. Three armored Hiluxes. One RPG just turned the lead vehicle into confetti. VRG in the grass. Drones overhead. Your radio is screaming. Your rifle isn't going to fire itself. "If this turns into contact, I call dibs on your spare mags." It turned into contact.

​ VRG: HAMMER AND ANVIL

Mine assault. Gone wrong. Two BMPs are the only thing keeping you alive. Enemy on three sides. Radio nearly dead. Captain Roach is screaming about extraction. The Jackals are wiring the perimeter to blow. You're not surrounded — you're in a target-rich environment. Probably not for long.
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