Arguing Games Novels & Stories

You don't go of course, you don't go around it, its just you, the command and whatever the command is. So I get up and open the door my dad nearly pounded down and say, "Dad, this is something I don't want any part in. There's us, the 50 that joined us from the last couple slaughters and Lunar Peak. We make up 2,500 werewolves, Lunar Peak make up 1,750 give or take a few on both our sides. But that's it. That is the last of our kind. While we out number them, they could still do severe damage on our end. We know they have that rediculous ceremony event thing tonight, thanks to the scouts, but they are the only other pack that hasn't been beaten in history. We were their allies, are we really

The zero-sum game, a concept in game theory, implies that in any situation involving two or more players, one player's gain is exactly balanced by the losses of the other player(s). Thus, the total sum of gains and losses among participants is always "zero," eliminating any possibility of cooperation. The streets were lined with trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as the brilliant sunshine peeked through the leaves. A black Lincoln was parked by the curb, with the occasional pedestrian strolling by on the sidewalk. It seemed like an ordinary day, except for the two bodyguards in dark suits standing conspicuously in front of the Lincoln.

I thought I wanted him to stay away, but now I’m not so sure anymore. “You are hesitant. Are you afraid I might actually win?” He smirks as he tilts his head to the side. “If you are not too sure you’ll win, you could back down now and admit how much you want my hands on you.” Damn. He did think this through, didn’t he? “Okay. We’ll play.” Dominique smiles. “I know you will agree.” “I gotta ask. What makes you think you’ll win?” “I don’t know that. You’re the one choosing the game, right?”

he said, looking offended. "You absolutely do." We played charades first, and it was chaos, everyone shouting, accusing each other of breaking rules, celebrating wins like we'd won the lottery. Caleb and I were ridiculously competitive, arguing over every point. "That doesn't count," I said when Claire acted out a movie.. "It absolutely counts," Caleb said. "You're just saying that because you're losing." "We're winning, actually." "By one point." "Still winning,” I said, sticking my tongue out, mocking him.

“I have entertainment but it requires more attention and intelligence than what you normally played.” It was a Sudoku game in the newspaper. All blanks were filled. Kelvin was filling the blank of this game just now. Chloe’s lips twitched. She almost forgot what happened in the room after being insulted by Kelvin. “It is still a puzzle game. Playing the Werewolves of Miller's Hollow would need the same intelligence as well.” It was just a game. Why the need to draw the line of which was the best and which was not? Kelvin disagreed, “No. For example, a 3-player poker game. Other than remembering the cards when shuffling, you already knew what card the other two players hold when you get your

Now that he has decided to major in Law, I really pity anyone who tries to draw him into an argument. “Are you leaving now? Or will you stay to play a game with us? Please stay!” Austin pleads. “Of course I am staying! What game are we playing today?” “Chess” Austin said at the same time, Aiden said “Monopoly” “How about we write the games on four papers and put them in a ballot box. The game that features on two papers will be the one we play.” They both agree to it. After picking from the ballot box, Monopoly had two picks and chess one, monopoly it is.

“Game.” “No,” Kane said immediately. “Yes,” Asher said. “We play for it.” “This is not a tavern bet.” “No, it’s worse. It’s survival.” Ryker looked amused despite himself. “What game?” Asher’s smile grew. “Cards. Lowest draw goes to talk to the angry pregnant mate.” Kane stared at him. “That is the dumbest thing you’ve said today.” “It is not. Earlier I suggested a massacre.” “Exactly.”

“I knew you’d be thick as thieves the moment I saw that epic game of Ruines Ruse.” “Oh no you didn’t,” Gilly shot back, folding her arms in mock offense. “We had that game won. I cannot believe Mother interrupted the most competitive match we’d ever had,” Tobey groaned. “It had been going on for five hours straight!” “Five hours?” Little Sister snorted. “You mean five glorious hours of you two arguing over whether the Oubliette Master could be out‑bluffed by a single rusty trap card.”

“Puzzle game?” “I can do that,” I replied. “But there has to be a penalty for losing.” He raised a brow. “Like what?” “Money. I know you don’t joke with that.” He laughed. “You’re sure you want to go there?” “I don’t back out,” I said. We set it up, and agreeing to it was a bad idea. Adrian was ridiculously good. Like… annoyingly good. I kept losing, over and over again. At some point, I even accused him of cheating just to save face. He calmly reset the game each time and still beat me.

"I won today." He couldn't argue with that, and from the look on his face, he knew it, and from the look on hers, she knew he knew it, and somehow this entire exchange ended not with either of them storming off but with Mitchell flopping down beside him on the rug and immediately starting to set the pieces back up, like the argument had simply been a formality required before the next round. "New game," she said. "I'll let you win this time." "You can't 'let' someone win, that's not how winning works."