Inanimate Insanity Games Novels & Stories

Darin had barely given her any reasonable answer, even to her simple question. The darkness in the room was illuminated by the light from the large screen, the sound of kicks and punches from the speakers hanging on each corner of the room engulfed it. Five large seats on each side of the isle stayed empty, while the first two seats in front of the screen were occupied by Tom and Tate, both tapping their video game controllers, guiding their players to defeat their opponents. With both pair of eyes glued to the screen, they ignored the littered snack wrappers and empty bottles around them. Tate laughed hysterically at his victory in each round they had played. "Its like you're not even tryin

A large number of people staring up at him with the kind of silence that comes right before something terrible. "The game is called Takeout," he mentioned. "The rules are simple. You have ten minutes to kill as many players as possible. For every player you eliminate, you receive five of their lives to carry into future rounds." He tilted his head slightly. "Protect yourself or don't….That is entirely up to you." Nobody moved. "Guards." The doors above the platform opened. Crates dropped from the ceiling on thick cables and hit the floor with a sound like cannon fire, splitting open on impact. Guns, knives, batons, and rope spilled out across the black tile in every direction.

"Then we let her keep spending her money to create waves we will never sail in. If it's Richard, then we'll do the same. But..." "We have to prepare for if it's neither." "We do. I have seen things like this on television, you know? Crazies that construct stories of people in their heads and form these unhealthy obsessions. Then, they stalk and even kill the people they obsess over. This looks like that." Kali picked up the card and read it before saying, "I hate everything about this." "As you should. If it's someone we know, like my mom there won't be much malice past trying to get us to turn against each other. If it's a stranger, then we are going to have problems."

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

It was the rattling noise on the chess board that made him gasp as he turned to watch the chess pieces become animated and assemble on top of each other, multiplying as they did so until they formed a humanoid. Where's the sword? The humanoid brandished a spear this time. Henry watched the tall and sharp object writhe with tiny chess pieces wriggling around it as the humanoid raised the weapon high above. Henry was so petrified that he could only watch as the spear was brought back so viciously. It plunged through his left eye before ripping out his skull from the back of his head. . . What does it really mean to be smart? Henry felt someone bump into his shoulder from behind, making him jum

Rudy walks through the door pulling me away from the window, he looks out quickly scanning where everyone was. "Okay we don't have much time so we have to be quick, you have to fake marry me," he says, which makes me just stare at him confused "I know how crazy that sounds but it's what happens here, obviously we're not actually gonna get married but we have to make everyone believe we are," he says, I look out the window to see people starting to look up at us, okay this is so confusing. "I don't understand," I say, but he cuts me off before I could finish.

She clenches her fist and releases it, "You are engaged to Serena Moretti, she is your intended!" "WAS!" I yell standing up "She WAS my intended, I'm sick of hearing her name, and oh please, Serena was never your agenda, you have no problem throwing me in the face of any missus whose daddy's pocket is fat enough, so please, enough with all this endless talk, I'm sick of it," I admit, a load is lifted from my chest. She stares at me for a while, speechless, before she finally whispers, "You've gone insane. My son has gone mad," she laughs.

Gun in hand. "Here's the game. I'm going to shoot one survivor every minute until you reach me. But the factory is rigged with traps. Pressure plates. Tripwires. Automated defenses. You'll have to fight your way up. Use your training. Your programming. Become the weapon to save them." "This is insane." "This is proof. If you fight through like a weapon, you prove me right. If you refuse and they die, you prove you were never really human. Either way, I win."

There was nothing out of the ordinary but for some reason my heart would not stop beating quickly, for some reason I felt really uneasy. Apart from the guy that was obviously dead on the ground in the opposite arena, apart from the fact that everyone else apart from me is obviously insensitive to the fact that there is blood and a dead man on the ground, everything else was normal, just a bunch of people waiting for an unknown game to begin. No biggie, no need to worry, just a bunch of blood hungry people staring at the silver gate that stood below on a platform that looked like the battle ground straight out of the gladiator movie.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"