Warlords

You have been separated from your bodies, mortal cattle, for now you are trapped in this virtual world. Die here, and you will die in reality. But as my master craves to feed on your despair, he must feed you with hope:  Alpha [ α ] / Beta [ β ] / Gamma [ γ ] / Delta [ Δ ] / Omega [ Ω ] Five Armies, with Five Warlords to guide them. The last one standing will win. But beware, for if the king dies, all his pawns will fall with him. Let the monster out, or you will perish.