Games Scenarios Novels & Stories

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

Masasanay din siya na hindi ito kalaro. Right now, they’re enemies in the game. Hindi siya rito magpapatalo. “Modes, kagaya ng competition, hardpoint, domination, at search & destroy. Ang mga nandito ba, ‘yan na ang sasali sa eliminations? Final?” sagot ni Kuya Jigs. “Final na mga ‘yan,” answered Kuya Greg. “Friendly scrim, but let’s play seriously. Treat this as a competition.” “Start.” The first mode was Search & Destroy. Gen smirked when the game started, this mode is VS’ strength. They’re all flexible gamers, but this certain mode is what they all play most of the time.

You can even delete some scenes and recreate it, if it did not play out the way you wanted it to be. I did too. Created and deleted infinite number of scenarios in my mind. Scenarios that included my dad and John. Scenarios that included me living my happily ever after with two important persons of my life. Scenarios that included spending intimate moments with John. Scenarios that included getting married to John with the blessing of my father. Scenarios that included having my first time with John in our wedding night. Scenarios that included John teasing me after our first time and me getting shy listening to his dirty talks.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Ding! “The death design this time has been successful.” “The reward for this livestream is 27,321 dollars.” “Evaluating the difficulty level of the death design this time.” “Evaluation completed. The difficulty level of this design is excellent + 7. Obtained 3,000 death points. Obtained the scariest extreme game scenario.” — The scariest extreme game was divided into multi-target scenarios. The rules of the game were set as “scarier,” and the difficulty level was intermediate.

I asked. Why was everyone acting like they’d never seen games before? It’s as if they were kids talking about a birthday party coming up. “Games are just a nickname for f*cked up pranks and activities. They spin the ‘wheel of fortune’ and whatever it lands on, that’s the event for the night. For example, if it lands on ‘games of chance’, then they’ll play something like bingo or roulette. If they decide on bingo, the spectators write up a bingo chart for the players to do.” Leilani replied.

Sihan tried to draw conclusions. Matchmaking that is not based on a business agreement where of course the main goal is to achieve profit. Therefore, this kind of matchmaking is prone to run aground in the middle of the road, like Anthony's engagement that has already been. So if Anthony and Elyn's relationship is not included in that classification, it is not for profit, business progress in the future and so on. So what just some time ago Sihan told James in the suit room, what will happen then to the three of them. “Oh–no!!” shout Sihan in mind, keep trying to calm down. “What did I do wrong, then...” it's better to keep quiet.