Is The Elevator Game Real Novels & Stories

The personnel will only give the players with a cheap medicine just for them to survive, as well as the flavorless food. If they want a better life than this, they need to rush up things and go to the middle floor where everything and everyone was tended carefully by the personnel. There's even a doctor to treat the wounds of the players. As they are now officially dropping some money into the Houses that come from the interest of the audiences. When Mizu steps out of the bridge, the said thing pulled back from its origin. Like before, there's only one elevator that serves as the only way to go upwards, but it will only open to the victorious one.

, and the floor vibrated and started shaking to move, it was declining downwards. Hellion was standing at the edge with her shoulders folded upon one another, while Sam and Murphy jumped by the sudden movements under their feet! They were hoping for the surprises to end, as each and every of it was freaking them out. Hellion cleared her throat calmly after having watched the show of scaring them to death, her lips twitched into a smile as she explained the behavior of the room drowning in this odd fashion, “This is an elevator actually, designed as a room, whoever hasn’t encountered this earlier, doesn’t know what to do here and certainly gets caught in this little room of wonders”.

"We have our two survivors. Now open the fucking doors and bring us up. The real game is just beginning." For ten long, agonising seconds, there was nothing but the roar of the water. Then, a massive, grinding mechanical screech shook the cavern. At the far end of the basin, a heavy steel platform began to slowly descend from the ceiling. It was a freight elevator designed to extract the victors. I turned my back on the camera. I waded through the water toward the descending lift. Behind me, Sloane pushed herself up. She clutched her bleeding hand to her chest and followed her queen out of the dark without a single word of protest.

Since it was a female voice. The elevator played music after it started moving up. When I turned around, the elevator was glass again. This whole place was made with glass like we could see through the building. I could see the ground floor while being inside the elevator. Now I know why they call it Skyland corporation, it really makes me feel like I'm floating in the sky. Elevator stopped and a guy stepped in. It's the guy I shouted at. I turned and faced the opposite side of the door. Why does it always happen to me?

Manuel walked toward his direction and handed him the phone where the footage was playing. With his eyes attentive and deeply observant, he watched the video playing on the screen. Just like what the woman who stepped forward earlier had said, Lee was indeed found walking. But what left him perplexed and baffled, though, was the fact that Lee was waiting for the elevator to open–only for a second later for something to happen. As the elevator opened completely, Lee suddenly dropped off dead. From afar, it looked like something inexplicable happened. However, the angle of footage made it obvious that it was not something witchcraft that killed him–but a person inside the elevator who must hav

"If that stuff hits the open circuits, this whole floor goes up in an electrical fire." "Then we leave," Chalida said, eyeing the elevator doors. They were sliding open, but instead of the hallway, a wall of static flickered on the lift’s internal screen. "We can't go down," Pim said, realization dawning. "The elevator is wired into the system. If we step inside, it’ll drop us to the basement, where the secondary server is. It wants to contain us." "Then we jump," Chalida said, nodding toward the balcony.

He looked around the office one last time, making sure everything was in order before leaving. Lucas walked out of his office and through the hallway, passing by other employees who were also getting ready to leave. He nodded and smiled at them, exchanging pleasantries as he walked towards the elevator. Once he reached the elevator, he pressed the button and waited patiently for it to arrive. As the elevator doors opened, Lucas stepped in and pressed the button for the ground floor. The elevator began to descend slowly, and Lucas leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes momentarily to relax.

Because anything less than the absolute top would be an insult to the Van Alston legacy. The elevator was big enough to park a truck in, with shiny brass walls that showed our reflections like funhouse mirrors. Jules stepped in behind us and immediately started shaking her head. "This is just stupid," she said, running her hand along the wall. "Who the hell needs an elevator this size? What do they do, move elephants up here?" I couldn't help smiling despite my nerves. "It's supposed to impress people." "Oh, it's impressive. Impressively dumb." Jules hit the button for the sixtieth floor and rolled her eyes. "Sixty floors of what? I bet half these floors are empty rooms full of fancy chairs

“I’ve been swamped too. Work’s been crazy.” We both stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding closed with a soft whoosh. The ride started like normal. Soft music played overhead, a jazzy instrumental version of something I vaguely recognized. Amber stood to one side, checking her phone. I stood on the other, pretending to do the same. Then the lights flickered. We both looked up. “Uh…” I started. The elevator jolted once, hard and then stopped. “Are you kidding me?” Amber muttered.

Ella has gone too far! "It's not us, sir, but Madam entrusted someone else to project her private room without my knowledge," he stammered. I entered the elevator with several people, including Naomi. The speed of this elevator is accurate from the 7th floor straight down without a hitch. After leaving the elevator, there was an exit door in the narrow room. It's more complicated because it uses password access to open the door. "Surely you don't have the password anymore, right?" I said, looking angrily at each of them. Everyone looked down, just shook their heads without a word. I tried to suppress the increasing anger.