Game Over Novels & Stories

The world before my eyes began to crumble. The Coronation Hall, the bloodstained throne, Killian’s cooling corpse... Everything shattered like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, dissolving into countless motes of light. The System’s voice rang out in the void one last time, filled with arrogant charity: [Congratulations on clearing the game. Wish granted: Full Resurrection.] [Disconnecting...] [Game Over.] Route 66, The RV. A violent jolt. I snapped my eyes open.

“Last time, you made the rules. We take turns asking each other ten questions. But during the whole game, each person only gets three chances to drink instead of answering. Once those three chances are used up, every question after that has to be answered.” He looked at her. “Do those rules still count?” Winter had always known Chris had an excellent memory, so she was not surprised. An unfinished game had to end eventually. She gave a soft hum. “They count.” Chris noticed she hadn’t touched the peanuts, so he pushed the plate a little closer. “We each asked three questions. I used one of my drinking passes, so we still have seven questions left. You still have all three of yours.” Winter ha

I couldn't imagine raising a family without him. Once I realized that everyone was here, I stood up and went and grabbed the things I needed for the first game I wanted to play. "Ok, everyone, time for the first game. I don't know what it's called but obviously Colt is good at this game. You're going to place the wiener in the roll of toilet paper, but the catch is the wiener is tied around your waist." I said holding up the package of hotdogs and the string. "Whoever does it fastest, gets a gift off the table," I said pointing to the table in the back corner.

Devon shook his head slowly. “…No.” “…It’s just started.” Because now— the system didn’t need to learn. It didn’t need to adapt. It didn’t need to decide. Everything was already decided. Mara stared at the screen. Her voice barely above a whisper: “…We lost.” And somewhere— beyond the system— the unknown watched in silence. Because the game was over. And it had already won.

"Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last stage, 'Survival of the Fittest'! Both of you have beaten 'Magnet Apocalypse'! "The 100 million dollar prize pool will be evenly split and sent to your accounts. Players who failed to survive till the end of the game will be eliminated by the system in real life. The game will be shutting down in ten…nine—" "Time for us to go back," Riley murmured, sounding relieved. I hummed in response, looking down at the murky waters around my feet. The scenery around me warped when the countdown reached zero, and I found myself lying on my bed in my rented apartment in the next second.

From behind the mask came a quiet sigh, heavy with resignation and bone-deep fatigue. "Third time's the charm. You finally figured it out." The voice was hoarse and low, but it sounded exactly like mine. With a thud and sickening squelch, the axe came down. Darkness swallowed me again. [Third loop over. Player has died. Remaining attempts before game over: 7]

When Yvonne saw that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she let go of Naomi and chased after us. From far away, I heard Naomi screeching, along with the chaotic sounds of a brawl. “What do you plan to do next?” Wendy suddenly asked me when we were downstairs. “First, have a personal account. The company is great at making people popular. Since Claude is trending online this time, I’m sure that he will be able to start over soon,” Yvonne answered for me. She sounded completely full of herself. “I’ve never seen your company make anyone truly popular. The only pair that is worth any mention… Heh.” Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me.

My eyes fly open, breath catching as I look up too quickly. Blonde curls. “Oscar,” I say, my voice slightly hoarse, my brow furrowing as I try to place him here, in this quiet, hidden corner. “What are you doing here?” He frowns, tilting his head like my question doesn’t make sense. “The game is over.” I blink. “What?” I turn my head, finally noticing what I somehow missed. The steady stream of people leaving, voices drifting past, bodies wrapped in jackets against the cold. The energy has shifted completely. It’s over. The game is over.

‘He minds his business, and I mind mine. Christian shot her an annoying look. “What is the thing that you can't tell Lara? Is he going to die?” "Aren't we all, we just don't know when?" “Don’t play mind games with me. I asked you directly and I also want a direct answer.” “Okay. His age is against him. Even if he doesn’t admit it, he’s already too weak. He will not be able to endure the hardship to return to the past.” "I already know that thing, so what else are you holding back?"

Do you want to claim your reward? [ new mission was issued by the system] [ mission: Buy slaves 0/20] [ reward: Military Training Manual (superior)].