Inanimate Insanity Games Novels & Stories

Sweat slicked her skin, her chest heaving against the gag tied cruelly at her mouth. The men around the table, who had been half-dozing over their cigarettes and cards, sprang upright. “What the fuck was that?” one snarled, knocking his chair over. Another grabbed for his rifle, his voice shaky despite his bravado. “Sounded like the goddamn front door!” Amira’s eyes darted wildly, pulse hammering. The bangs came again, louder this time. A battering ram against the metal gates, each impact echoing through her bones.

Something about Marinah is dangerous and the animal knows it. I head to the larger gym used by the men. I'm not there to exercise, I'm there to destroy. Two warriors are working out and they flee as quickly as Boot did. I grab five-hundred pounds of barbells and heft them across the room. The stand they rested on is next, followed by the treadmill. When I've tossed everything I can find, I attack the barbell bar again and bend it almost in half. I have no idea how long my rampage lasts, but it's Beck's voice that finally brings my sanity back. "You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break."

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

He slowly began to wrap them in fresh, stark-white athletic tape, pulling the fabric taut over his bruised knuckles. He was preparing for his second night in the Crucible. For the last twenty-four hours, the Bastion’s mind had been a war zone of conflicting tactical data. Varkas had given him the explanation: the Death Game was not a slaughterhouse, but a quarantine. The 'Wild' men generated too much volatile kinetic mana. The 'Red Rust' infected their minds, turning them into rabid, violent monsters. The only cure was to bleed the kinetic energy out through brutal, physical combat.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

I am certain that all the color must have drained from my face as he just ended the video call. I pace frantically before beginning to hastily pack a bag. I would just leave surely I could figure this out. Suddenly I am running to the bathroom to be sick yet again. Laying on the cold tile floor with tears streaming down my blotchy cheeks reality crashes in on me as rational thought returns. There is no leaving a pack without permission and there is no way Drake will let me go. I have to come up with a plan and make sure I have the upper hand before I see Drake again. I am going to have to match power and wit with my alpha. If only I could talk to my old tormentor Drake and not my Alpha Drake

Two gargantuan bipedal warmechs move ahead of it, while the Arbiter’s unmanned hoverbike and a pack of dragonflies cover its back. “Hey, Manny. Put the game back!” A table calls out, it was a set of suited up corpo employees all huddled up in their alien leather outfits and opioid vape pens. “You want Preem holovis access? You better pay for it!” Manny replies, his eyes glued on the news. The corpo groans and pops up a small crystallized shard and swipes it on his tab. “I did already, Manny! Come on. Game time.” The news feed minimizes to a small screen in the corner, as the basketball game takes the center stage.

It was a level of ruthless gameplay that terrified Noah to his core. "We bought ourselves seventy-two hours of invisibility," Jessica stated, checking the magazine of a backup weapon. "The system thinks Ethan’s right hand is dead, and that Ethan is spiraling into paranoid isolation. It will reallocate its predictive processing power to external threats. And while it looks outward..." "We gut it from the inside," Devon finished, a dark, bruised smile curving his lips. "Get up, Noah. The world is drowning in data. We’re going to be the ones who drop the match."

In the arcade room, located down on the first floor, Kate and Nikka, are playing some game, while Yui was playing along with Christine and Goblin, to Christine’s Imaginary Castle. In the middle of a thrilling moment of the game, Nikka fancy killing some zombie has asked Kate immersed in playing the galvanic game, perforating the body of zombies forming like a honeycomb as if she has resentment on this two-dimensional creature. Making Nikka wonder if she's letting out some anger, with the courage to interrupt she said, “Sis Kate, how’s your injury?”

, Insane said and her eyes were glossy and appeared painful. "But I don't", Zane spoke straightly and Insane chuckled sadly. "You don't love me?", Insane asked while her eyes were intensely gazing at Zane. "Yes", Zane crossed his arms as he glared at her. "You don't love Us?", Insane's eyes turned more Obsessive as it was changed, completely INSANE. "What?", Hearing the word 'US' confused him as he questioned her. Insane laughed loudly as tears spilled to the corner of her eyes as she questioned him, "You don't love ARIKA?"