Horror Games Memes Novels & Stories

"The game is... Race of the Sperms! Good luck!" "Wtf!" ... "Sperm is a bullet of disaster, hence it is a monster race!" --Kiera, 2020 ....... Contents 0001- Can They Poof It Back? 0002- A Bullet Of Disaster! 0003- I'm Not Alone 0004- Playmate? 0005- A Glitch? 0006- Did I Cry? I Don't Remember 0007- I'm A Coward 0008- I Blinked 0009- The More The Merrier 0010- Farjo Family

“Who do you think you’re looking down on! It’s just a mobile game—let’s play!” Yvonne timidly raised her hand. “I’m okay, but I can only play a mage. Is that fine?” Goselle looked a bit smug. “Hehe, I’m versatile! You pick first!” I was surprised. “Wow, Goselle, you actually play games!” “Hehe, I have to keep up with the younger generation. If I don’t understand some gaming memes online, I can’t sleep. So I just learned to play.” Everyone understood—Goselle, as a comedian, couldn’t afford to miss jokes or memes, especially now that Honor of Kings was so popular and often mentioned on shows.

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

I try not to look at her when I ask. “Oh yeah, I have them a lot. Especially right after I watch a scary movie, even though mom says I should have out grown that by now. My brother Dillon is always forcing me to watch them when mom's at work. I can’t wait till he moves out this winter.” “That sucks. Why is he so mean to you?”

Baron made a funny face and went to his room "Won't you come get a hug, sweetheart?" Dawn called "Leave me alone!!" Baron shouted from his room, feigning anger. Over dinner that night, Juana was moody. As much as she loved and enjoyed celebrating birthdays, she was afraid. It was a regular thing for her to see something mysterious on the right preceding her birthday.

"It's way too quiet tonight. Usually, the guy downstairs is gaming at this hour, but tonight there's nothing." I was taken aback. Even with the rain pouring down, he noticed the silence below. Still, he was right. That college student downstairs often blasted his game audio and talked with his teammates on voice chat. Even I could hear it. But tonight, it was just the rain. I texted, "Maybe he didn't game tonight. He could've turned in early." The guy in 603 replied, "Could be, but it's Friday. This is when he'd usually pull an all-nighter."

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

The patient's family had been upset and demanded an explanation, refusing to let me go. Surely I wouldn’t have to deal with something like that even in a game, would I? Please, no more! I’m just a poor soul who got the unlucky end of the draw and got three night shifts in a row during Halloween season. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, in a spectator stream above us, there was a barrage of comments. "What's going on? Is she an NPC or a player?" "She has to be an NPC. Look, her clothes look just like the ones the NPCs are wearing."

“And how did you..” A chat pops up on the side of my screen: “Identity confirmation” “I’m sorry, what?” I type back. I hear the click of my computer taking a photo. My confused expression appears in the chat prompt as a barely focused photo. “Nyx Johnson identity confirmed.” BullygamesFile002 Passcode: Pre$t0ni$@Pr!ck” Once the file is opened, I find it is filled with pictures of Lily--Lily with Atticus. Lily smiling in the Legacy photo. Lily dressed as a stranger wearing a push-up bra and too much make-up.