Broken Gaming Novels & Stories

As they were a relatively new game on the market, the negative impact from having its servers sabotaged to its players' equipment stolen en masse and put up on the black market was practically fatal. The game had been a rising star in the gaming world. It was like a dark horse that enthralled the entire nation in just a short amount of time. There were even talks about expanding the game overseas. There hadn't been any local shooter games worth playing prior to it's arrival. All they had were a bunch of knockoffs aping internationally renowned shooters. Those games were constantly criticized, and the graphics and combat fluidity couldn't be compared at all. Now that this game was born, it fi

She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her? I am very certain she is up to something and I am going to give her a taste of her own medicine. I decide to go along with whichever game she is up to. 'Hmm Halley you sure know that you really hurt me right?' I say with the most devastating voice I can muster and the most convincing fake pathetic face to make it look like I am still hurt about the way she hurt me. Seriously, I no more care about what she did to me. I am way more over it.

"Three times Two?" "Six." He sighed and responded lazily. "Four times Nine?" It took quite a while for him to think. "Thirty-Six." "Six times Three?" "Eighteen, mommy." He hit pause and then looked at me. "Mom, I'm in the middle of the game." I came up with a plan for him to do his homework. "If you lose, you'll do your assignments." "Deal. What game?" "Street Fighter," I said proudly. That’s the only video game I know. Last time, Reid beat me when we were playing.

“Have you tried to let this checkup?” I swallowed as I felt her soft wet lips touching my skin. “No broken bones, I guess.” “Why’d you do that? Punched the coffee table.” “I will replace it.” When I came back, the shattered glasses were wiped clean. “It’s not about replacing what you broke. It’s about talking, opening up by expressing your emotions and letting them out of your chest.” “I’m not good at that since I lost Emma.” “Maybe we should see a shrink together.” Her suggestion made me think, but I didn’t think it was necessary.

“Things were always easy for you, rich girl. If your life was a video game, it would be stuck perpetually on 'casual'.” Hearing a demon talk about video games was, in some ways, the most surreal thing that had happened yet. “You should be thanking me,” The demon continued. “You mortals love conflict, love challenges. I just provided what your life was missing.” Janice wiped the tears from her eyes, squaring her shoulders. “Well, either way, it ends now.”

At least then I could make some money. My stomach sunk lower when I saw the entire meal was destroyed. During his angry spell, Rick threw the food on the floor. The chicken was covered in dirt. As if he took his precious time stepping on each piece. The rice was scattered around. I sighed. It was the only thing I could do. Refusing to shed one more tear tonight. Gathering my strength, I reached for the broom and commenced cleaning the mess. By the time it was midnight I was back in my room with a growling tummy. I lay there revisiting the idea of breaking a few laws to put some money in my pockets. It was on nights like this that I felt the need for cash more than any.

Now I'm a girl with no money, no support system, and no idea if the person I sacrificed everything for even wants me anymore. My phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number: Heard you're available now. Want to grab coffee sometime? Then another: Single and ready to mingle? Hit me up. And another: Don't let the haters get you down. Some of us think you're hot. I turn off my phone and bury my face in my arms, wondering if this is what rock bottom feels like. ******* I've been sitting outside the athletic training facility for twenty-three minutes, watching players come and go from their Thursday afternoon conditioning session.

"That was me. Just because Zane was jealous of my eyes, you shaved my head and bullied me until I stood on a rooftop ready to jump. "And when I was about to jump—" A voice echoed in my mind. [Binding complete.] The reward for completing the mission wasn’t $100 million. It was $1 billion. The other $900 million had already been advanced to me over the years. It didn’t have human emotions, but it raised me well. It used money to transfer me to better schools and told me that studying was my only way out. Back then, I had relied on it completely. I was afraid it would disappear, so I once asked what a “mission” even was.

Richard’s whole posture relaxed at that. Sophie exploded. “You built a knockoff of Godbreaker?!” “Knockoff? We’re all listed on the copyright. What’s wrong with building another game around this system? Unless you’re scared Godbreaker can’t compete with mine?” “Your game? We built that gameplay system from the ground up, it has nothing to do with you! Do you have zero shame?” Sophie rounded on Richard next. “That’s why you wanted the Godbreaker data three months ago, isn’t it? And the attack on our servers, that was you clearing the runway for your knockoff!”

Georgia's tears stopped her from finishing her words. But whatever she has said was enough for me to understand why she was like this. Wrapping my arms around her body once more, I stroked her back softly. I had never been in such a situation but I didn't need to be there to understand how much betrayal hurt. “There there Georgia. People are shitty sometimes, I promise you, you'll find better.” I muttered, pulling her closer as she shuddered in soft sobs. As much as this marriage was fake, seeing her breaking down in my arms makes me want to reassure her.