The Ultimate Real Life Gaming Experience
Welcome to EXIT Canada, a place where the fantasy world appears before your eyes. From the moment you step in, you'll be transported to a universe of your wildest imagination. There are endless possibilities when you choose to explore the world of EXIT, where you can display your marvels and artistry in many ways. EXIT is the ultimate playground for you to battle and conquer our Game Master. Unleash the hidden skills from within and rise to the challenge!
We embrace our hardworking environment by supporting each other and enjoying our time with all the players, At Exit, it's about loving what we do and having fun while doing it.
We created a universe where you can travel through time and space in the blink of an eye, where you can control your destiny with your brilliance and imagination.
Our team continually push for quality experi ences for our guests and business excellence for any potential collaborators
Our mantra is to bridge the gap between virtual reality and the real world, where one can be rid of a computer simulated environment and physically experience an adventure.
Our team consists of talented individuals that bring unique assets together. Mr. EXIT goes to great lengths to identify self-starters with diverse experience and skill sets to create not just an effcient team, but a well-rounded and talented workforce.
That was the colour of the sky before your departure. Such a phenomenon often foretold a coming storm. These foolish ideas had never really gotten to you, but this time you just seem to have had an uneasy feeling. This was a precious vacation that you had worked vigorously for; perhaps you should just clear your mind and relax.
"Bon voyage!" your loved ones greeted you as you stepped aboard the luxury liner. After one final glance at them, you turn away as you stared into the plum coloured sunset. It really was a beautiful view, yet you felt such unrest. However, with no other alternatives, you simply let it be...
Night had fallen and finally, the reason for your unrest had become clear as day. A storm had been brewing, yet the captain nor crew had realized such happenings. You may very well have been the first to realize the ship's eventual demise. As the storm closed in, you decided to simply hope for the best, as fate ran its course...
Fatigued and injured, you found yourself still on the ship. Alive, at the very least. Lady Luck may have smiled upon you. However, now is no longer the time to rely on luck. You have no idea where the ship could have drifted off to, but knowing you're stuck inside, the first step is make your way out.
You wake up one morning with an Egypt tour ticket in your mailbox. You decide to take the ride to Egypt. When you finally arrive, the tour guide explains about the chemicals in the sand and the other boring parts of Egypt. You sneak out of the group to explore into the Great Pyramid, location of King Khufu. You got in, but the door instantly went shut! You bang the door as hard as you can as your arms are tiring out. There is no way out. You explore the chambers, only to find creepy skeletons. The walls are filled with cobwebs, and lurking with scorpions and spiders. You cannot read the hieroglyphics on the dusty walls. You need to find some way out, even though that seems to be impossible. Will Khufu's spirit guide you out? Will you find a mystical hidden passage? You can never tell what the future holds...
You are cold and alone in a prison cell. A death sentence is the last thing you have been told. You have no dreams, no hope, no faith; you do not wish for anything, for you have lost the meaning of life. You are waiting for nothing but the day of your death. If only you could have one more chance to choose the right path for your life. You wake up one morning to find nothing but silence. Where is the usual snoring sound from the prisoner from the cell next door? Where is the usual noisy chitchatting among the prison guards? Where is everyone? Are you alone? Will this perhaps be your one and only chance to escape and relive your life again? The answer is for you to find out.
I am just an ordinary person, having my ordinary days, going in the same cycle, doing the same routine every single day. My life was never really exciting. Nothing ever excites me. And now I stand right here looking at my boring but peaceful days coming to a pause.
The last thing I remember is having my usual exhausting day of work, coming home to relax in my crib. The next thing I know is that I wake up in a cold, unpleasant and dark place. I look around to discover blood stains and gruesome tools that I only see in horror movies. I am not quite sure how and why I end up being here; and I do not know where exactly I am located at. This is a hospital, perhaps; but I later reckon this to be more like a laboratory. A lab for what, though? Chills run through my spine instantly as I try coming up with several possibilities, and my brain cannot function properly. I was secretly expecting a masked man to ask me to play a game but frankly he does not appear. My heart is pondering. I am all alone. No matter this is a game or not, I know my only goal is to escape.
The world was upside down. Or perhaps you were upside down and everything else was right side up - you're not totally sure. Things weren't making much sense, and you don't remember how it came to be. The only image you could recall was a pendant swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... The traces of a voice echoed in your head, "Now sit back, and just relax..."
Were you asleep? You pinched yourself hard, but your surroundings didn't change. If you were under hypnosis right now, its effect was too strong for you to overcome. You tried again to recollect the events that led up to this, but to small avail. Aside from a huge headache, you only remembered bits and pieces. You were searching for something inside your head. A blocked memory? A hidden military secret? All of that didn't matter, because you suddenly remembered the most important thing of all: You only had a window of 45 minutes to retrieve whatever information you needed and get out. Otherwise, you would be stuck in limbo forever.
Work had been stressful lately, and it was high time for a vacation. You found cheap tickets to some place in central Romania called Transylvania. History was never your forte, but you vaguely remembered that this area was strongly associated with vampires. Count Dracula or something? You scoffed at the idea.
What happened next would make you swallow your words. On the first night, you woke up in a strange place. You didn't remember being there before you nodded off. It seemed to be night out still, but you couldn't really tell because the curtains were drawn. You tried parting them, but they were sealed somehow. Instead, you disturbed some roosting bats overhead as they flew off into the darkness, screeching. You turned your attention to look for clues in the room. Although the furniture was beautiful with ornate details, they didn't put you at ease. The overabundance of candles in the room was also unsettling. Dust coated everything, which meant it had been awhile since anyone had been there. Or did it? There was a haunting presence in the air. Whatever was happening, you wanted out.
Bright lights and noisy crowds were never your thing. But today was different. Your co-workers all bailed and you didn't want to just rot away at home by yourself. The circus was in town, so you figured, "Why not?"
You found yourself walking to a deserted part of the circus. You looked around you, wondering why the attractions here had no traffic. You had to double check, but the attractions were indeed open. Shrugging, you threw caution to the wind and entered one of them. It was the worst decision you could've made. The door clicked shut behind you. You fiddled violently with the door handle in your moment of panic but it refused to budge. The only way out through that dark, obscure maze was going forward. In the distance, you could hear the roaring of animals, and you hoped this wasn't where they kept the beasts. The thought of running into clowns in this situation sent even more shivers down your spine. Even your own distorted image in the mirrors had you disturbed. You desperately looked for a way out, because each second in here was driving you insane.
It was cold. Really cold. Like freezer cold. You opened your eyes to see the mist coming from your breath. Frost was forming on the tips of your nose and fingers, and you noticed raw carcasses hanging from the hooks around you. That's when the stench hit.
The smell of decay was unbearable. You wanted to hurl, but you kept it in. The meat - if that's even what it was - seemed slightly unnatural and different from what you're used to, but you did not dare finish that train of thought, since you weren't quite sure you could come to terms with the truth should you have discovered it. An ominous feeling settled in and chills ran down your body. Frantically, you began to search for an exit. You just hoped you were not too late...
As the curator of the museum for the past decade, you have seen millions of artifacts come through. For you, they all look more or less the same and not interesting at all. You are bringing in yet another piece today, but the package is a bit absurd. There are chains around the box and warning signs all over it. You pay no attention to the labels, and you pull out a dusty and worn out porcelain doll. You place it along with all the other antique dolls, and their eyes just glisten. You are all worn out from a day's work, but just when you were about to call it a day, you hear a voice humming a familiar tune. At first you think it's the security guard, but you realize that he is on vacation. You decide to roam around, and something is pushing you towards the doll. You look around, and you are certain that the voice is coming from that dusty old doll. You stare right into its eyes and you become slightly paralyzed. You are using all your strength to run away, but your legs are giving out on you.
The government is corrupt. "You are free" is what we've been told and we believe every word they tell us. Look at these people, mindless. No one's condemning anything. They're lined up like lemmings being led to the water. The world is filled with filth and lies... Why can't they see what I see, why can't they hear the lies? It's infuriating. If no one else is going to unmask this filth, perhaps I will.
Wrong. The government knows our every move. I am immediately arrested for conspiracy and treason. The court sentences me not to death or prison but rather to military service. Clearly in this day and age, there's no way the military would even consider accepting a criminal into service, yet they did.
Serving in the military irritates me. Why must I serve them when what I seek is to overthrow them? I am pleasantly surprised to find that it is all a ruse. I have been sent to what seems to be an abandoned military base, probably for me to rot away without having to spend any government funds on keeping me in prison or ordering a death sentence. Now all I have to do is escape. They've made their move. Now I make mine.
You have arrived at your grandparent's old cabin on the island with your friend. On the night of the full moon, it is still foggy out in the woods, but you decide to go for an adventure. With a torch you try to make out your path, and just in front of you, you vaguely see a wolf! You quickly stumble back into the cabin and slam the front door shut. You light the candles but the place is still awkwardly dim. There is a hidden staircase and you muster the courage to go down. Strangely, there is a well in the middle of the basement. You try to take a closer look, but it's too deep to see the bottom and there's a pungent scent coming out of it. Around the room you see some creepy black and white portraits, as well as some scripts engraved into the walls. You aren't too sure what's written, so you ask your friend who is fluent in several ancient languages. Your friend is certain that the scripts are actually in Latin, and she slowly reads them out loud. You feel a slight breeze sweep across the room. All of a sudden, you hear the doors and windows lock behind you...
The general psychiatric unit is also commonly known as the mental hospital or psychiatric ward. We are a sub-unit of a regular hospital specializing in the treatment of serious mental disorders. I am one of the top psychiatrists at our hospital, and I have seen thousands of patients in my life and numerous bizarre cases: Stockholm Syndrome, Fregoli Delusion, Reduplicative Paramnesia, and many other unique experiences. It's not until recently that I have been told to stop seeing my patients. They try to convince and reason me into believing that I am not a doctor and have a rare disorder instead, and that they are planning to lock me up. Utterly ridiculous! Who are they to judge my ability as a doctor? I am supposed to be the top at this psychiatric unit! I must get out of here and will continue to help my patients in my own ways. No one can stop me now.
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