My 7-Year Journey Through PUBG Mobile

I still remember the first time I downloaded PUBG Mobile back in 2018. It was all over social media—friends posting chicken dinner screenshots, YouTubers streaming intense matches, and memes flying everywhere. At first, I just downloaded it out of curiosity. I had no idea that single tap on “Install” would turn into a journey that would stay with me for years. The moment I parachuted into Erangel for the first time, something clicked. The adrenaline, the strategy, the rush of those last circles—it was like nothing I had ever experienced in a mobile game before.

In the beginning, I was clueless. I didn’t even know how to properly aim or what attachments went on which guns. But I kept playing, match after match. I still remember the thrill of my first kill, hiding behind a tree with shaky hands, somehow managing to clutch it. The first squad I joined was a bunch of randoms I met in-game. We weren’t good, but we had fun. Voice chat filled with laughter, teasing each other for noob moves, celebrating every kill like it was a major achievement. Slowly, those strangers became friends, and PUBG turned from just a game into a routine. After school, late at night, during holidays—it was always there.

Seasons came and went, and with every update, the game evolved. I watched it transform from the laggy 2018 version to a much smoother, richer experience. New maps like Miramar, Sanhok, Vikendi, and Livik brought fresh challenges. My skills grew, too. I started climbing ranks, from Bronze to Conqueror. I even joined a few competitive teams casually—nothing major, but enough to feel the heat of scrims and custom rooms. We practiced rotations, drop locations, rush strategies. I learned terms like IGL, fraggers, support roles. It was more than gameplay; it was teamwork, communication, and discipline.

In 2020, when the world went into lockdown, PUBG became more than just a game. It was a lifeline. Stuck at home, I played for hours, reconnecting with old friends and making new ones from around the world. We'd talk about life, vent frustrations, laugh at silly gameplay mistakes. There was something comforting about dropping into Pochinki or bootcamp with your squad when everything else in life felt uncertain. PUBG gave us a virtual escape, a place where the world still made sense.

By 2022, I had become what people call a veteran. I knew every corner of every map, every gun’s recoil pattern, every buggy meta. I even started making content—simple clips at first, then edited montages, tips and tricks videos. Some got good views, and it felt surreal to see people appreciate my gameplay. I wasn’t famous or anything, but the game gave me confidence I hadn’t found elsewhere. It helped me find my voice, my passion for gaming, and a bit of a creative side I didn’t know I had.

Now it’s 2025, and PUBG Mobile is still part of my life. I don’t play as much as I used to, and real-life responsibilities have taken more of my time. But every now and then, I still open the app, drop into a match, and feel that familiar excitement. The community has changed, the game has changed, but the core feeling remains. It's not just a game to me anymore—it's a memory bank, a digital diary of laughter, frustration, growth, and connection. From those noob days in 2018 to now, it’s been one hell of a journey. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.