Digital Circus Game Novels & Stories

He bellows out over the crowd. I hear a lot of disbelieve under the guys, I turn to Jenna chuckling. “I can’t wait to see Ben dance or any of the other guys around here. Can only be hilarious.” She tears up laughing, imagining Ben clumsily trying to dance any intricate dance. We get up and lazily stroll down to the dance and game area. It’s a good ten-minute walk and when we get there, the big black screens are removed, revealing a huge dance floor on the left. At the right side there are five fighting cages, like the ones they have at an MMA event.

Kenzo's hand tugged on the nightstand drawer, took something in there. "Bastard," Caramel cursed softly. When Kenzo found the object, he looked back at Caramel. Kenzo's eyes were darkened by the fire of passion, which was erupting so strongly within him. Dick Kenzo was hardened, felt tight and wanted to be applied, right now. Caramel's flushed face, and sweat that flooded her body, were the result of her having had two orgasms, because of Kenzo's tongue games. Caramel's condition, which made Kenzo even more aroused, Caramel's body captivated his desire violently.

The appearance of this object made everyone even more curious. “This game is called 'Dare, Drink or Dance,' and I am the creator of the game,” Karl proudly announced while continuing to smile at everyone. “The rules are very simple. This ball in my hand is actually a special ball and is called 'The Ghost Ball.' I will be the first person to hold this ball, but then I will pass it to the person next to me before the person next to me continues to hand the ball to the person next to them. The ball will continue to move from one hand to another until the ghost appears, and the person chosen by the ghost must choose between ‘Dare, Drink, or Dance.’ Can everyone understand the rules?”

For whatever reason, none of them wanted to be vulnerable again. ‘Right… There’s that rule.’ Farrah understood. One of the rules had made it clear… [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ] Someone had written their names. Someone had cursed them. And if betrayal had brought them here… why would they trust anyone now? Shane remained beside her, silent for a moment as he watched the others vanish into the city’s haze. Then he turned to her.

“Yeah sure, it can.” “Then, after that must I still join another club?” “Of course, I have to join another club." Vivian Replied. I think Elyn should join the club. “Then what club has the most leisure time or activity schedule?” Elyn's question sounds even more ridiculous. It was not at all strange to hear Elyn's question. Vivian thought, then pointed at Carol. “Club JCW-Fc.” A pair of eyebrows of Elyn hooked, looking in the direction Vivian pointed. “What is JCW-Fc? Sounds like a football federation." Said Elyn.

I wanted to flee, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. Yet, above all... I knew I had to sit. To play the game —the game of truth or dare in this sinister place. As I settled into one of the chairs she gestures, her cold voice that seemed to come from a robed figure turned to face me. Beneath her cowl, a grisly skull grinned a jawless smile she hides, that seemed to emanate from all around me, "Welcome, my child, to the Circus of Sorrows. Here, truth and lies become twisted together. Deception is the rule of the game. Your life may depend on how well... you can play."

It had a sort of gothic vibe to it, like something out of Phantom of the Opera. "Maybe it's a travelling circus or something?" Thomas asked, and went onto his phone to G****e the name. And that was indeed the case. It seemed to be a real circus, although not well-known, and they had both animals and acrobats, and a side tent featuring different carnival games - even an old-fashioned freak show. The website listed upcoming dates, and they would only be in town for one night. Tomorrow. "They set all of their stuff up for a single show? That's pretty ballsy," Tyler said.

Andrea just secretly rolled her eyes to him and looked at Franklin who was riding the cart. The game was called game of the death, or chivalry death game. Any number of participants can enter the game. Now, there are only two numbers of participants, Alpha Homer was entrusted to be Alpha by the small version of Andrea, and Franklin who was entrusted fully by Andrea. In the game, there are two sets. First, the participants need to ride in the cart while the two horses are dragging the cart while running spontaneously around the oval.

“You crazy son of a bitch!” I lunged forward and started swinging at Sebastian again. Jasper and Reggie stepped forward too, and so did Sebastian’s friends. We didn’t care if we were outnumbered, but before everything could erupt into full chaos, Mr. Connor’s rough voice boomed through the arcade. “What the hell is going on here!”

I went down the tree house and ran, Luke, then chased after me… I stopped and Luke proceeded on tickling me, I forced myself to laugh even though I didn't feel anything. "Say… I thought of a new game," I said to them as casually as possible. All of them, without delay, gathered around me, "What is it?" 'The conditioning seems to be a success' "Killers and Targets!" I said, "You can be a target or you can be a killer… we have a card here and each card has a role you should reenact."