Broken Gaming Novels & Stories

A man on the verge of being cast out like trash. I slammed the empty glass down on the desk, the sharp crack echoing through the room. My breathing was erratic. For the first time since I began my games, I felt the sting of real, unrelenting loss. But I couldn't give up. Hell, I would never give up.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

He had a rough idea of Zen’s initial finances, but what he saw earlier shocked him. The gamer woke up this morning in a bad mood, and now, Liu Feng felt slightly bad for making fun of Zen. He had no idea weapons could break, but the title Zen received from spending so many credits to repair them proved that there was still a lot they did not know about this dungeon game.

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"You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!" As I listened to the beautiful notifications in my head, I decided to take things up a notch and immediately exchanged points for a drone. Meanwhile, Garrett's face was a bruised purple from the cold after a dozen rounds of human bungee jumping, and his voice was raspy from screaming. He'd suffered a total mental breakdown. Snot and tears smeared his face and froze into ice shards in the bitter cold. "I-I'm sorry, Flint… I'm trash… I'm a monster…

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

I shouldn’t have taken the job, but it was just another piece in a long line of my failures. I grab hold of anything in the kitchen not tied down and threw it, dinging walls and sending shards of debris everywhere, screaming as I let it all wash over me and take over. My breath was hard, the kitchen a mess of broken glass and ceramic. I opened the fridge again and pulled out the package of beer. In less than a minute I had the top popped and the first bottle drained. Two more in hand, I grabbed my cigarettes and headed out to the porch. It was warm, the day too nice outside for the destruction inside me. I was a bomb, explosive and destructive.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

Lucas then shifted his gaze to Carlos, who stood quietly by his side. "How's the casino construction in Las Vegas?" Lucas inquired, his attention still divided as he signed several stacks of documents on his desk. "There have been a few setbacks, sir," Carlos answered, which caused Lucas's hand to pause once again. "And the reason?" "We've encountered some issues with the heavy machinery we've been using," Carlos replied, drawing a deep breath and exhaling it harshly. Over the past week, nothing seemed to go as planned; everything that usually ran smoothly had turned chaotic.