Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game の小説・ストーリー

“Of course you do! You are a hot headed Alpha macho man, who cannot do anything wrong or be wronged without it being your fault!” “Maddie, that’s..” “No! None of what happened is your fault! It is either of our faults, and I would very much like to not have a mate who is going to blame himself for everything. It doesn’t help the situation! This whole blaming oneself is pointless, unless you planned the whole damn thing. Which you didn’t! So stop being a fucking moron and start acting like my Alpha and mate, Liam, because I do not blame you. Neither of the people in here blame you.” He blinks rapidly several times, takes my hand and kisses it.

This is the only time he wanted attention from someone, the only person whom she can talk to about what's really happening in his life. The game ended with the engineering department winning: 92-88. Everybody blamed Peter for not focusing too much on the game. Peter never listened to whatever they said. His coach even yelled at him and directly blamed him for their lost but nothing mattered to Peter. He knows that the next day, this game will happen again and he could play better by then.

c That if I let him frighten me, he's won. 'Exactly. And he's also won,' Paul pointed out, 'if you blame him for everything unpleasant that happens.' 'But Paul,' she almost pleaded, 'how can I not, when they keep happening?' 'That's how life is, sometimes good, sometimes bad . . .' 'Spare me the philosophy.' 'If you conjure him up every time it's bad,' he went on, ignoring the outburst, 'you'll never be rid of him.'

“You sound like a disobedient child who uses every little excuse they can think of to avoid getting into trouble. It’s not a flattering trait, Liviana. Just so you know-“ “It’s not the responsibility I’m refusing to take, Blaze. It’s the blame,” she tells. “I’m so sick and tired of taking the blame for everything that goes wrong in life. For my family, my friends, you- for everyone, and I’m sick of it! I’m not just some emotional punching bag that you can all take your feelings out on, alright? I am a person- a human, and yeah, I make mistakes, just like everyone else in this fucked up world, but you don’t see me running around taking my anger out on other people, do you? No. Because it’s wr

How can he say it’s not my fault? “You were trying to keep us both safe and help your friend, and I was the one to blame. I dropped my gun, fuck, no, I am not to blame. That bastard is, he saw me dropping it, and he shot. He is the one you should be blaming, not yourself,” Elliot says, and I shake my head as I close my eyes, trying to push away the memory of his body on the floor, the amount of blood he lost and how I couldn’t even help him because he was bleeding so much.

"What do you mean I can't blame myself? Who else is there to blame? I'm the one that took the shot at him. I ended that guy's life." "Boxing ended his life! You just happened to be the opponent in the ring with him at the time. If it hadn't been you, it would've been the next fighter he faced. He had a pre-existing condition for Christ's sakes. If anyone is to blame, it's whoever cleared him to fight. He should've never been in there in the first place." Gio stood up, hands at his waist and paced. "What's gonna happen to his wife?" "That's not your problem, G. I know it sounds shitty, but—"

When he thought about the first time he discovered the game ‘Arc of Shion’ his mood felt better. Arc of Shion, it gave him a place where he belongs. Without looking at other people, without having felt the wretched feeling and hating himself. It rewarded him a new life. Not just a life but also a mission. Such a thing, he still felt that maybe everything was just a beautiful dream. Considering the circumstances that they’ve confronted with, who is there to even blame? The Creator, no it was themselves for playing the game to begin with. As the thought crossed his mind, Byul thinks that the Creator’s reason was justified.

In fact, the idea of me relying on another player is equal to falling head first on solid concrete and hoping for it to be soft and cushy. This is the game of life. A shitty, flawed, and structureless single-player experience that's not so bad, as long as you keep yourself covered. Trusting in people again would be a grave mistake. That's why, Charlotte——I won't be waiting for your perfect world..

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

“Neither you would have done something so stupid like that nor this day would have come.” . “Mom...why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault, that criminal claims me as if I am some kind of object or something.”, Grace cried. “It’s not like I knew this day would come. I thought that…” . “It doesn’t matter what you thought. What matters is you have to stay away from him. No one will blame him if something goes wrong with you. They will blame you, stating the fact that you invited everything on your own.”