Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“This is all your fault, Daniel! If you had done this right, if you hadn't allowed that fucking thing between your crotches to control you, then I wouldn't be in this mess! None of us would!” "You are a fool! An incompetent one!” I scoffed, yanking his hand off. “You always blame everyone else but yourself, dad. Can you take responsibility for your actions already?" I snapped. Colors drained from his face. “What?" Heck! I can't take being tossed around by him anymore. I can't have him blame me when it should be the other way around. “What did you say?" He asked, his lips trembling. “If you didn't gamble and squander all your money on women, then we wouldn't be here! I should be the one blami

"I wasn’t concentrating properly on the games." Tobias shakes his head with a warm smile, "No, it’s fine," he says. "It’s no one’s fault. We did our best," Amaka chips in, "Yeah. We did our best, June. No need for placing blame on each other." "Yeah. That's right." The other members adds.

Tammy glared and crawled toward her in desperation. "Blaire! This is all your fault! I almost got assaulted because of you! You deserve to die!" She was too panicked to cover her body and lunged like a madwoman, trying to tear at Blaire. With a quick step to the side, Blaire dodged Tammy's attack and pulled Matthew back a few steps, blending into the crowd. "You tried to set me up, but it backfired. Shouldn't you blame the person who hurt you or blame yourself? Why are you blaming me? Did I force you to do it? Did I push you to plan against me?"

And I didn't blame him. "

“Look this isn’t going anywhere. We’re supposed to be fixing ourselves, not making things even worse.” “You're always saying the wrong things.” “I am trying, Ethan,” I screeched at the top of my voice. “I’m the one who made the mistake, so yes, I have to clean the dirt, but how do you expect me to do that when you keep stepping in it, spreading it all around?” “That’s your game now, huh?” he asked with immense disappointment. “You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.”

“No, it's more than that. I should've known better. After such an experience, I should have recommended therapy. We should have talked more about it. I could have been a better friend.” I reached out for her hand, “a wise friend once told me it was foolish of me to blame myself for the actions of others, or over things I couldn't control.” She smiled. “This is more complicated than that,” “I genuinely don't see how. I made a bad decision, and I'm at fault.” “No, darling. Don't say that. You are not to be blamed for anything. You're just a victim of very unfortunate circumstances.” “Probably,”

I walked back to my desk, picked up my backpack and stormed out of the class. I couldn’t believe that asshole was blaming me for losing the game. But it wasn’t just him. Everybody was blaming me for fucking up the game against Winslow’s team. As if they hadn’t seen how hard I’d tried. As if they hadn’t seen Noah sabotage me at every turn.

"Aren't you worried that her wolfless will bring us bad luck?" The other Dragon team players fell silent instantly. I wasn’t surprised. I knew my difference couldn’t be easily ignored. Anywhere. "The notion of wolfless causing bad luck is just a superstition," Lucas replied calmly. "It's an unfounded myth with no basis." "But this morning, you let her watch us too! What if we lose our game? Who will take responsibility for that?" Sam argued. "You're our captain. You should be looking out for us." "If we lose, the only person to blame will be you," Lucas pointed an accusing finger at Sam's chest. "You've been slacking in practice for weeks now. Blaming your unpreparedness on the 'wolfless' wo

"Captain, I admit my performance wasn't great in the first two rounds, but I didn't deliberately hold everyone back. And as you all said, this is a team game. So, how can you blame the problem on me alone? "Moreover, I'm originally playing the support role. Coming over to assist you is a normal operation, right? It's not my fault if you didn't communicate clearly on the mic. Everyone has a responsibility, and you can't blame me." This statement left the other three starting teammates with even more unpleasant expressions. So, it wasn't his fault; it was everyone's fault? One of the fiery young men exploded, "Do you really have the audacity to claim you're playing support? Just take a moment

He didn’t see anything but her pain but one look from his face was enough to tell that he was not convinced. “But you are wrong to blame yourself, you should have blamed me because you took that decision because of me, so I am also responsible for her condition” He shot me a glare but I refuse to break contact "don't look at me like that and listen to me, if we play blame game like this then we all are responsible for whatever happened to her but we are not. Your intention was to clear your mind and not to take any haste decision and not to hurt her so you were not wrong”