Inanimate Insanity Games Novels & Stories

Even Emilio, who’s the buffiest of the guys, couldn’t escape the watchful eyes of the game master. There’s a gruesome punishment waiting for anyone who loses. They are betting money, cars, and as for now, the punishment is to finish the juice made by Anita and Claudia. The liquid inside the tall glass, a cross between brown and green, looks inedible. Only those two know what they put in there, but I don’t want to find out. Emilio, who lost in the dart game against Menandro is as green as the grass beneath our feet. I feel pity for the big guy.

Her mind is plagued by the game. Tomorrow. Tomorrow midnight is when that game will start. To say that she's nervous is an understatement. How did she even end up with this situation? All she wanted was to find a clue that'll help her find her sister and father, how did she end up becoming a player from that vague and twisted game? Poor girl didn't even got to sleep peacefully for two days. I mean, who would sleep peacefully knowing that tomorrow you'll be participating an illegal underground fight? Not to mention the possibility of you coming home as a murderer.

one of the men sings, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. I don't answer, my focus solely on steadying my racing heart and calming my frayed nerves. But the sound of someone grunting in pain shatters the tense silence, drawing my attention. I whirl around to find one of the men raining punches down on Samuel. His gun lies discarded on the ground beside him as they force him to his knees, overpowering him. The scene unfolds in slow motion, each blow landing with sickening force, filling me with a sense of helpless dread.

He could only play now either lose or win. “Sir, are you sure about this?” a man asked Damian seriously. “Yes. Place all the bets on DeathValley,” Damian replied, eyes glued to the arena. Suddenly, a white flash lit up the room like lightning. Adrian wasn’t prepared for it. He’d never watched a live match of the game before, his inexperience made him unaware of the game tricks, and the sudden light blinded him. He stumbled and collapsed to the ground instantly. 3… 2… 1…

--- The Warning As Evelyn finished her tale, the group sat in silence, the weight of her words sinking in. “So, the game is cursed,” Mia said flatly. “Great.” “It’s more than that,” Evelyn said. “The game is alive. It adapts to those who play it, testing their deepest fears and desires. And it doesn’t let go easily.” Anna shivered. “Do you think it’s done with us?” Evelyn’s expression darkened. “I don’t know. But if it isn’t, you must be prepared. The game has a way of pulling people back in.”

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

Or at least, she would think that she did. Easy prey. But easy also isn’t fun. What is the point of playing a game if it isn’t fun? The reason I wanted her as the focus for this year’s games is because she has been unbreakable. The ultimate challenge. I like a good challenge. And a challenge isn’t a challenge if you know with certainty that you are going to win.

The stench of her blood assaults my senses with every deep inhale I suck in, trying to regain my composure. I feel helpless waiting, doing nothing but breaking down in a cell over things I can’t change, but they sure as shit seem to be changing me. There is no way out until Anna or Onyx show up, and I have to struggle with my inner demons to remind myself that they will. So in the meantime, I need to use the skills I have and put my brain to good use. But having brains can only get me so far, but can I really out smart crazy? It seems near futile, fighting insanity with logic. So maybe it’s time I tap into my ‘rotten’ side a little. It’s clearly in my blood…

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

Even immortals failed at keeping their words and the errors of others always came back to hurt the innocent ones. What a pathetic life pattern. “These are the main game rules: for each game passed, immunity points are awarded. Killing a person during the games amps up your point and even after the games— immunity points are awarded” Silent whispers ensued but the voices never rose past that. “This world is Parasite-infested. The air likewise is polluted with mutating chemicals.” Every revelation kept getting sick, my head churned.