Gourmet Gaming Novels & Stories

Each one styled around a theme, doorways gaping like mouths, signage glaring overhead in neon, and blood‑red holo. We emerged into what could only be called a market. Not for food or weapons. For games. Stalls and kiosks had been set up in irregular rows, their counters manned by more of the blank‑faced attendants or slick, pre‑recorded holograms. Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET

During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

—F Two hours later another delivery, a sculpture tool that was custom made with initials engraved. For your art. —F Third delivery at noon and this time they were gallery tickets. For tomorrow night. Wear something beautiful. —F I sat on my couch surrounded by gifts and thought about the fact that Felton D'Angelo was paying attention. My phone buzzed. What again? I clicked it only to find a video message. What was Felton D'Angelo up to again? He was in a bathtub with a champagne flute and water sliding down his chest while he looked at the camera like he could see straight through me.

He gave me his evil smirk and began to say with his voice getting low, tempting, breath-taking by each step he took towards me and I took steps back. "We will play a game. " His voice grew husky, deep, immobilizing my being. "If you win, I will fulfill your one demand... It could be anything." He offered with a devilish smirk. My back hit the wall as my breath hitched, pressing myself harder to find him hovering over me. "And what you desire. We will have a normal Boss and PA relationship.." “Sir-” “Shh. No more Garnet. Only-." My heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on the wall and leaned close to me, ripping my strength to replace it with his intoxication.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

He browse for more and saw another news regarding the so called ‘Mysterious Game Arc of SHION revelation' even the headline sounds so cliché to him and simply watched it for another rant. The company was revealed a year before the First Worldwide release. The private company was named GamerTilEnd Studio Inc. which released an announcement about making the game a virtual reality and that enthusiastically made the players worldwide increase, also they have an add-on event of 'Real Cash Reward' for the newbie players which is an aim to help the poor players and that particular article irritated him to the max. “What a goddamn bragger. I knew it. This is a fucking scam, if I didn’t get a single