Death Penalty The Game Novels & Stories

And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win. -Put them in that room! *(Play song- Gangsta by Kehlani)* I heard the deep and masculine voice yelling in the background, echoing through the vast space of the abandoned warehouse. I walked slowly into one of the rooms, which was in a much better state than the rooms where the victims of my little game would be in. I heard heavy footsteps in the cold floor right behind me, taking care to serve me. I walked to the center of the huge room, where there was a table with three chairs around, and a small black leather couch; on the left side of the room there was a small counter with an electric coffee maker and bottles of alcoholi

“I am tied up like this, how can I talk to you? Release." "Do not want. We will have three games. I choose the first game next will be the last brother will be one of the three of them. Accept?" "Depends." “My game is very uncomplicated. Answer the question. The rules of the game are very simple. If you answer three questions correctly I will release one of them and if you do not answer one of them. some of them will die. Then it will be more fun.” "Is that interesting? As far as I remember things like this, you like it."

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

I am never gonna let Cassius go, not even even if it mean doing anything, I mean any fucking thing. "You wanna play this fucking game with me, Crystal? Too bad, people who try to play games with me end up dead before they realise it, and you wouldn't be any different, that i promise."

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

Cornelio explaining the simple rule of the game. “What if both of you get hit? Is that mean draw?” ask Hazel. “There will be no draw state in this game, or they will call this game as the name is.” Said Cornelio. “Hmph! Don’t get too cocky!” said Nathan. “The game will be played with that condition, are you ready?” said Cornelio. “Fine, I’ll play your shitty game.” Said Nathan. “Alright.” Said Cornelio. He just shoots Nathan immediately and the game quickly ended like how it started.

Maeve and I exchanged another worried glance as we contemplated the new threat our friend now faced, alone in that precarious duo within the Scarlet Ravens, operating in this game world that had just demonstrated how easily and ruthlessly it could snuff out even the most seasoned of players. The notification mocked us, a grim reminder of the cruel reality within this death game. One mistake, one misstep, and your life ends — our soul forever lost in this hellish purgatory. Amidst the hell and horror of the game's update, as the clocked ticked in the horizon, our team prepared to start this day. We sharpened our weapons, checking the blades for any imperfections that could cost us our lives.

"None of it existed before the first player transmigrated. It was created for the game. Built from collective unconscious, archetypal fears, whatever metaphysical force powers this thing. It feels real because it is real while the game is active. But it's not permanent." I sat back, mind reeling. "What happens to players who die in the game?" "They wake up in their original world. Usually traumatized, sometimes better, always changed by the experience. The game marks them as completed players and moves on." He paused. "Unless they die as the final boss. Then they just... end. No return. No second chance. That's the price of the role." "So if I kill you," "I'm dead permanently. The game ends.

"What a coincidence. We meet again." I stared at her, and something clicked. The car crash. Their car. My "death." It was all too perfect. "Hey, newbies. Need a rundown?" A guy with a seasoned look walked over. "Name's Marcus. A-class player." "Wait." I held up a hand. "Let me get this straight. Are we dead?" Marcus nodded. "Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game."

I watched the chaos erupt around me and lifted a hand, pointing at the middle-aged man. The automated defense turrets mounted in the lab whirred as they rotated, gun barrels locking onto their new targets. "Now then…" I tilted my mechanical head slightly, just like I'd done back in the first loop of the death game. "…The game has started. This time, the condition to win is simple." I grinned, and the blue light beneath my synthetic skin flared into a blinding, blood-red flow. "Survive my hunt and escape within ten loops."