روايات وقصص ضمن Hey Arnold Video Games

Arnold Schwarzenegger replies, “Hello, sweetheart, how are you? It’s so nice to hear your voice.” “See?” I say to Grant. “Please, God,” Grant fake-prays aloud, “forget about Epicurus – just save me from the nerds.” I grin and type, Nice to hear your voice, too – after a fashion, anyway. A text box appears. RE: your recent adventures in New York and France… There’s a pause. Then Arnold asks, “What the hell were you thinking?” Grant looks like he’s about to have a conniption fit. Hey Mailin, I type, could you chill on the Arnold soundboard? My traveling companions aren’t feeling the love.

I said then… Zahred, Iared & Daemnixi threw their D-Pads in the air and transformed into a Duel Disk and slotted in their right arms also they put on their duel gazer on, as for me a Dharkonic Tattoo appeared surrounding my left Dharkonic Eye and opened my Dharkonic Eye and began to glow more luminous. “Augmented Reality established” said the AI “okay Arnold let’s duel” said Iared “okay Iared, Zahred & Daemnixi bring it on” I said “DUEL!!!” We shouted and my duel against Iared, Zahred & Daemnixi had just begun.

"With that little guy?" Arnold narrowed his eyes darkly. "What, are you saying you've seen bigger?" I froze. I hadn't. But there was no way I could admit that. I grabbed at his belt and snapped back, "So what if I have? Yours is nothing special, anyway. One touch, and you're already done. Pretty useless, honestly. You should be grateful I even picked you!" Arnold exploded. He shouted, "Very well," then turned the tables. "You'd better keep that attitude all night."

After Aiden dropped me home, I realized something strange—my parents were actually home. Both of them. Like, in the house. At the same time. It had been a minute since that happened, and I was determined to make the most of it. So I flopped down on the couch beside Arnold, who was deep into some weird video game that involved way too many explosions and grunts. “So…” he said, not taking his eyes off the screen. “You got any idea who submitted the recording?”

As soon as I’m sure that Malcolm’s guard has left the area, I scramble down and tug the door open again. “Arnold, are you okay?” “I admit, I’ve had better times while on cruises,” Arnold says, laughing before wincing in pain. “I do wish they had never acquired that electronic torture device.” “Is there magic in it?” I ask. Arnold shakes his head. “It’s simply a human technology. Brandon is quite keen on fooling around with those.”

Probably overthinking everything like the brooding idiot he was. I sat up quickly, heart racing, and opened W******p. “Where are you?” His reply came almost immediately. “My room.” I scoffed and typed back fast. “Liar. Let me confirm that on video call.” A few seconds later, the video call connected. Arnold’s face appeared on the screen. He was shirtless, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking tired but still unfairly hot. The moment he saw me, his eyes widened. “Fuck, Dorla… what the fuck are you putting on?” he growled, voice low and rough.

Arnold mocked as he hung up the phone, dropped it on the ground, and stomped on it, breaking it. Arnold looked around the room, laughing as he heard the thunder roar. Arnold mocked, saying, “Just like before, you're hiding from your daddy and I don't expect you to come out… So now my pet let's play our old game… Hide-N-Seek.”

He had to keep telling himself that he was out in the deepness of space, brawling with a robotic bad boy. He laughed a little on the inside, thinking how his fight with 2Pac made him feel trapped in one of his son’s PlayStation video games. He thought back on how he would play Fallout: Genocide, Mortal Kombat: Wrath Of The Gods, and Assassin’s Creed 11, with his son. Mark felt like he was inside a real-life video game trying to fight for his boy and praying to God not to die.

Followed by loud laughter and half-muttered curses from the guy sitting on the floor, black headset on his head, controller gripped tight, and a triumphant expression like he just conquered the world. I looked up from my laptop and glared toward the couch where Aaric was cross-legged, surrounded by empty water bottles and chip crumbs. The TV glowed brightly, showing a fast-paced virtual war zone. Player names blinked at the edge of the screen—“Lucif3r,” “Tino_Tornado,” and of course, “Bernardi_Blast.”

He laughs hysterically, imitating how Naevia threatened him. "Arnold Cole! Mark my words. I promise you, that I, Naevia Ash, will take you down, even if it's the last thing I do. Rubbish!" He imitated. Still laughing, Arnold gets mad and throws his glass of wine to the ground. Smashing it and shattering it into pieces. He roared out furiously and pulled the curtain off the window. "My own daughter wants to take me out. My own flesh and blood! She thinks she's tough enough to eliminate me?!" He roared angrily.