Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game Novels & Stories

So, she smiled and said, “In that case, your friend is truly very immersed in his game. He is even calling you to ask you for your advice over such a trivial matter.” Charlie nodded and said, “Wife, you don’t know this, but the setting of this game is particularly cruel. No matter how long you have spent in the development of the game in the past, as long as you fail once, you will be left with nothing at all. So, you have to try and win in every war as much as possible. Otherwise, you would have to start from scratch again.”

"Well, drunken words are sober thoughts...isn't that what they say." He didn't say a thing so I took the chance instead, "You blamed me for everything wrong that happened in your life, you made me take full responsibility when I am just a pawn being dragged into this game, into a war that's not even mine." Nausea turned my stomach and I clenched my fist, "You blamed only me and you forgot that it's your own family, they're the one responsible for all this, that it's your father, your mother and your brother that ruined us both."

"I want you to apologize to him. He's already falling apart. Why do you keep pushing him?" I looked at her. "Charlotte, he lost the keepsake my dad left me." "He already said it wasn't on purpose." "And you just believe him?" "Do you have any proof that he did it on purpose?" I didn't know how to answer that. Lyra lowered her voice and tried to persuade me too. "George, just admit you were wrong. You've already won. Why do you still have to embarrass Connor?" I looked at both of them, completely drained. Connor was obviously the one who had everything. Yet everyone kept saying he was the one to pity.

“You. Didn’t. Play. To. Win.” If he wants to try digging under my skin, two can play at that. And by my count, I’m up, as I watch the flames in his eyes ignite at my barb. “Or our team played the better game, meanwhile yours got lucky with a bunch of bullshit penalty calls against us.” And just like that, I see right through him. “Against your team, or against you? Because I think the real problem here is that you were too busy playing dirty to actually play the game. And that cost your team the championship.”

Now, she didn’t need to be correct about herself in other people’s conversations. In the afternoon, she met Alina for coffee. Alina looked tired. Alive. Energized in that particular way people are when they’re carrying responsibility that still scares them. “We’re stuck,” Alina admitted. “No one wants to make the final call.” Serena listened carefully. Then asked, “Who’s afraid of being blamed?” Alina didn’t answer immediately. “That’s your answer,” Serena said gently. “Blame only matters when ownership is unclear.” “So what should we do?”

"This is not the time to be pushing blame. Or trying to win all alone. We have to put heads together in this thing to be able to move forward." "Ace, the hell?" Exclaimed Kai, "You just watched the video, why can't you just tell Jaxon that he's the reason we lost the game?" "I said to stop pushing blame. He made a mistake, and by now, I'm sure he's realized they used his mother's name to distract him." I said to Kai and he kept shut. "I need you all to make peace before the match next week. Am I clear?!" I looked around, searching for any disapproving eyes and when I found none, I continued,

What's that supposed to mean? They'll lay the blame at you for everything. It's your fault the whole thing's crashing down because you are not playing the game they wanted.That stung more than she wanted it to. Cheap shot, and they hadn't even started fighting yet.A horn blasted from the eastern ridge. short, quick. No alarm, just an announcement.

I tossed it once, caught it, then walked slowly down the row of players. “I don’t care how good your hands are,” I said. “If your heads aren’t in the game, you’re useless in the zone. If you’re not reading the forecheck, if you’re not keeping your gap tight on the backcheck, if you’re not crashing the crease when it counts?” I stopped in front of Blaze and dropped the puck into his lap. “You’re not just off your game. You’re dead weight.” Blaze smirked, but he didn’t argue.

I try to make him understand, and his lips tighten into a thin line, while he looks behind me, not able to look into my eyes. My eyes harden, “I’ll make sure everyone knows that too. Knows this wasn’t your fault.” I tell him and he shakes his head and scoffs. “No one blamed me. Even the fucking triplets. But I was in charge of you, I was in charge of your training, I should have done more.” He says and I take a deep breath and shake my head, I grab both of his cheeks and force his face to look at mine, “It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. You being someone to blame has never been a single thought in my head. There are plenty of people to blame and you are not one of them. I swear it, Justin. Stop bla

“Stay back! Don’t dare come near me, bitch Yes, I screwed your man, and to be honest, it was a disappointment. I didn’t see why you had to hold him in high esteem, he wasn’t as perfect as you make him out to be. So the next time you want to play the blame game, why don’t you start by blaming yourself for not being able to hold your man. Blame your fucking self for being a fucking chatterbox!” I yelled back at her, admitting to what I did because it was obvious I’d been caught already, so there was no need to hide the truth anymore.