On the battlefield, there is a strange place, that is Erangel’s gas station, which has been eroded by wind and rain for many years, and is old and mottled, but it is unexpectedly lit up by a bright red sign – KFC. It is like the lights in the city, bright but lonely, reflecting the tenderness of reluctance in the desolation.
Players run and fight, sometimes crawling in the grass, sometimes galloping in the ruins. They are tired, hungry, and their minds and bodies are longing for a little comfort. At this moment, the ordering machine in this gas station has become a wonderful existence. With just a light press, your game nickname will appear on the screen, and then an exclusive fried chicken meal will come. It is not an ordinary food, but a symbol given life. The chicken leg is like a first aid kit. Taking a bite is like chewing a gentle oath to life; French fries are bandages, and drinks are the source of energy.
This picture is soft but absurd, blooming with an unspeakable warmth in the cruel rain of bullets. It seems to tell every lonely soul: You can still find your own warmth in this despair. Each person can only use it once in each KFC, as if reminding us that although the tenderness of life is limited, it is worth waiting and cherishing.
And this is not only happening in Erangel, Miramar, Sanhok, and Vikendi are all infected by this touch of red warmth. Even on the flying plane, its banner is flying, like the softest resistance against cruelty.
Perhaps, this fried chicken meal is not a simple food, but a metaphor for everyone’s desire to be understood and loved in the anxious and troubled reality. It reminds us in the simplest way: the meaning of life is not only survival, but also the persistence of treating life gently.