Novel & Cerita Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game

“Why are you blaming me for this?” “Who else are we supposed to blame? The opponent’s mid came at us 12 times within eight minutes, and you couldn't even outfarm them or take down one single turret. What’s the point of having you on our team?” “My forte is farming. Didn’t I kill their mid at a later stage?” “What’s the point of that? We didn’t have enough gold in the bot lane to defeat them!” “Losing the bot lane is your problem. It has nothing to do with me. You can’t point fingers at someone else for your defeat.”

She was almost crying she was so upset. “Beating me up or even killing me won’t stop the war that is inside of you. You will simply find someone else to blame it on as you blamed it on Kelly or Amber or anyone else that was in your line of sight at any given moment. The blame game is simply that. It’s a game. You can’t win that game by constantly blaming others for what is inside of you. It’s not our war, Lucy. It’s yours.” “No…you did this to me.”

Daniel says choking out and I freeze. “No, no it’s not. You did absolutely nothing wrong” I say looking at his tear-filled eyes. “I asked you to come to my game. If I never asked than you wouldn’t of had to drink. I’m to blame for this” He says closing his eyes. “Daniel, look at me” I stare at him, worry apparent in my face. “I know how important to you this game is. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. This is my parents fault, not yours” I say fixing his messy hair.

I asked her while crying and full of anger. “It is your fault! You are not listening!” He shouted, blaming me. “I told you to listen to me! I told you not to ask for help from anyone!” He continued. “I told you that this will end soon!” He added “This is my game, Lady, I created the game so stop playing as a pro!” “Why are you doing this?!” I asked him, still crying. “You will know it in time” He answered and he ended the call.

Tobi glanced at me and I glared at him, this wouldn't have happened if he didn’t fight back at Calvin. I probably didn’t bleed but thank god, the baby is fine. “Why are you glaring at me?” He asked, “This wouldn’t occur if you didn’t fight back to Calvin,” I uttered. Tobi rolled his eyes at me then sat on the empty chair beside the hospital bed. “Why are you always taking his side? Have you forgotten that you’re having this problem because of him? His stupidness made you bear an illegitimate child.” He said, What he said struck me hard.

“It is, how can you not blame me?” “I don’t blame you, because this isn’t your fault.” Roman stated firmly just as Tristan walked in the front door, surveying the scene, his eyes went hard, and I couldn’t say I blamed him, it looked like a battle had just taken place with Amber and I both red faced and puffy eyed and Roman’s face set in anger.

"Don't start yapping about Spencer. That fox who seduced my niece... disgusting." "Just create a better game next time. And then, please be entirely transparent about the conditions of the games right from the start. You misled a lot of players and you suck them in without actually taking their consents first." "But that will lessen the thrill of playing my game—" "The excitement should start exactly when the game begins. You fucked them up right from the soul transfer. Who would think about enjoying it after telling them 'you can't get out unless you win a lot of instances'. You messed up. That's it."

I pointed at him like I’d won something. “Though… maybe the vending machine just has it out for me. I do trip in front of it a lot.” Blake smirked. “It’s not the vending machine’s fault you don’t watch where you’re walking.” “Excuse me,” I gasped, hand over my chest in fake offense. “Are you siding with the machine over me? This is betrayal.” “I’m just saying,” he replied, leaning back in his chair, “inanimate objects can’t be blamed for your… coordination issues.”

He was playing with Alex before he gave up, Arnold kept winning him. “Don’t blame yourself.” Arnold said, as he dropped his gamepad. I sighed. “I shouldn’t? You told me yesterday that it was all my fault before, right?” “I know, I was paranoid. Worried for my brother. You shouldn’t take everything I’d said seriously–” I sighed again. My shoulders dropped as I faced him. “I knew you meant it. I understand. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to watch the match. That way Adrian wouldn’t be distracted and watching me.”

“If You are feeling so bad for her ex-boyfriend, then why don’t help Him a bit? “ He said, with grim look, the small teasing smile, He had till now vanished. “I want to help Him, but the way He wants help is not right, “ “Tit for tat is the rule of the world... She did wrong and she should get punished for it, “ “She did You wrong, therefore You want to do Her wrong, then She will do the same with You and this cycle will repeat many times... Aren’t You scared of this game? “ “Why should I, When I am going to be a winner in the end? “ “How do you know, When a game has just started?... Everyone is a player at the start of the game, Who will be the Winner and Who will be a loser is decided at t