Gacha Table Green Screen Novels & Stories

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

When the final table is placed, and the males disappear again, the announcer clears his voice. "Now, I will pair you. Please pay attention. As you can see, the tables are different colors. Please listen for your planet and your color. Vaals, Shikaz, blue. Cok, Kea, red. Peulo, Hassins, yellow. Makskin, Glortinon, orange. Frole, Bronkark, Earth, green. As per the rules to accommodate the fact that Earth does not send soldiers, it was planet Giamo's turn to skip Harvest. Please take your seats. The first course will be Juna fruit," he says, and my eyes widen as I realize one planet is excluded from sending women because of us.

A circle green icon and a red icon in the letter of X. The green circle had the inscription; ‘Click to start’ and the red X, ‘click to exit.’ Not giving it a double thought I click ‘green circle’ Instinctively, The background duplicated into two with a tiny line dividing it. The user I.D was at the top part of the screen while My username; @Agirlyoudontknow. was at the right bottom which means I’m the player at the player below. The user at the top started typing....

When the final table is placed, and the male Keas disappear again, the announcer clears his voice once more. "Now, I will pair you. Please pay attention. As you can see, the tables are different colors. Please listen to your planet and your color. Vaals, Shikaz, blue. Cok, Kea, red. Peulo, Hassins, yellow. Makskin, Glortinon, orange. Frole, Bronkark, Earth, green. As per the rules to accommodate the fact that Earth does not send soldiers, it was planet Giamo's turn to skip Harvest. Please take your seats. The first course will be Juna fruit," he says, and Fiadh begins to fidget with her fingers.

[Enough Materials gathered, new Summon Functions unlocked] [Two types of summoning detected, please pick one] >[Single Summon: 5% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] >[x10 Summon: 0.1% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] In front of Chaos, there seemed that there were two options! Was this a gacha or something?! The good thing was that Chaos had never played such games, so he never suffered what was actually the horror of playing a gacha, phew!

"Our technicians will fix this right away! Please don't worry, everyone!" The commotion died down, but Elliot could still hear the sound of his raging heartbeat! The light from the screen had draped every member of the audience in a shroud of green. As Elliot gazed at the green screen behind him, an ominous feeling rose within him. For some reason, his first thought was not that the LED screen had malfunctioned. Instead, he thought of Hayden Tate's aloof little face. Just as Elliot was wondering if Hayden was behind the night's fiasco, the green screen suddenly turned into the image of a vast meadow!

"...you will personally bury her in the foundations of your city." Matteo scoffed loudly from the doorway, his hand gripping his weapon. "We don't play games with faceless ghosts." The Chairman let out a low, deeply amused laugh. "Oh... you profoundly misunderstand the current state of the board, Matteo. You aren't deciding whether to play. You've already started the match." The holographic screen shifted violently, replacing the live feed with a real-time tracking map of the tristate area. Three distinct, crimson icons began to flash aggressively at opposite corners of the grid.

Her Violet curls were tied up in a messy bun with two, no three, pens poked into it. Her fingers moved with surgical precision, nails clicking against the keys in a rhythm only she could follow, with fluidity that spoke of her expertise. “Welcome to Hell,” Gambit uttered darkly without looking away from the screen in front of her. “Grab a chair because this is going to be a doozy. Adam, I need you to watch Screen C,” she pointed it out, “and let me know the moment that any blue words appear. And you, my lovely Aria, will monitor Screen B. Notify me at once if you spot multicolored numbers hidden within words.”

Gabby crosses her arms. GreenLee’s eyes flick to me, wide and unsure. I squeeze her hand under the table. Lina stands slowly, pride bruised but intact. She doesn’t finish the sentence. She just walks out. Gabby sits back down, exhales. “Sorry. I should’ve done that earlier.” GreenLee’s voice is quiet. “Thank you.” Gabby nods. “Cupcakes sound perfect.” And just like that, the tension breaks. Gina jumps up to grab the sampler. Sam starts placing bets on which flavor wins. And GreenLee? She leans into me, soft and tired, but safe.

she whispered. The ground flickered beneath them. Like a glitch. Light flashed briefly, then disappeared. People started stepping back. “What’s happening?!” “I don’t like this—” The hum grew louder. Sharper. Then— DING. The sound echoed clearly. Too clear. Everything went still. A glowing screen appeared in front of them. Floating. Cold white light. Words began forming slowly. WELCOME TO THE AFTERGAME Silence dropped over everyone. Heavy. Suffocating. Lena stared at the words.