Game Developer System Novel Novels & Stories

My reflection stares back—a girl who looks like she should be crying over a broken heart, not planning how to dismantle a goddamn death game from the inside out. Perfect Clear. Two of them. The System had to make a spectacle of it. A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Should’ve seen that coming. Nothing’s ever quiet with you, is it?” I’m talking to the empty room, to the unseen architecture of the Game. It doesn’t answer. It just watches. My new phone glows on the coffee table. Sleek, transparent, cold to the touch. The Game’s welcome gift for surviving your first Instance. Your leash and your lifeline, all in one. It buzzed once already.

"Mrs. Hale, you're about to inherit all of Landon's assets. Don't tell me you're jealous of a few in-game rewards." Instinctively, Nova reached up to cover the ID above her head. Only then did she realize that she and Luke were the only ones whose IDs were fully exposed. She ground her teeth and shot a vicious glare up at me. Then, she quickly slipped back into her usual act of fragile innocence. She said, "To tell all of you the truth, the reason this game hasn't gone live yet is that there's a bug in the final boss reward. If some deadly trap pops out and hurts someone, it'll ruin Hale Corporation's reputation.

Anyway, while I got you here, let me tell you about a game I’m working on. This game is called Creator. Since I’m into that horror shit, I made this game to follow a character named Edgar Sorrow. Yeah, I named him after that piece of shit doctor. Anyway, Edgar wakes up in a lab having no idea who he is or why he’s there. He exits the container he’s kept in, only to find that his legs and arms don’t work that well. After getting feeling back in his limbs, Edgar proceeds to look around the lab. He notices he’s got two choices. He can see what sadistic artwork the doctor has done on him or he can leave his place of dwelling.