Is The Elevator Game Real Novels & Stories

The floor closed in between them as the elevator took them underground. The elevator stopped in a very big room which had only a few bulbs lighting up the place. There were three bunk beds in the room with two sofas and a small table in the middle of the room. Three boys could be seen occupying the sofas and playing cards together with two bottles of whiskey on the table. A gym was at one end of the room and two boys could be seen exercising at the gym. As soon as they walked out of the elevator, the boys playing cards ran to meet them.

“I am. I have never seen an elevator that has a sofa cushion and gilded interiors…” Denver just smirked. Wisdom grinned back. She felt defeat when Denver’s lips landed atop hers once again. “I won a score this time,” he teased. “Oh really? The cushion is just over there. It only takes me ten seconds to take my clothes off,” she countered with her seductive smile. He let go of her chin and stood straight. “Every elevator had a camera. I suppose the management would be pissed if they found a sex video in one of their CCTVs.” Wisdom cackled; he did as well. The elevator sounded, signalling their arrival on the floor.

“It takes two cards for admittance.” “Oh., I reply weakly, surprised that Hunter would give me access to such a secure space. The elevator dings, admitting us both, and soon we are whisked to the very top floor. “This button,” she explains as she touches the one labeled “ES,” “Only exists in this elevator,” she informs me simply, “All the other elevators stop 12 floors below. In an emergency, you can get to the CEO by taking the elevator to the 82nd floor. But then you need to be prepared to run.”

After a long pause, he spoke up, his voice quiet. "To be honest, Mr. Crowe, the first time I saw this elevator, I thought it was an absolute miracle."

When the limousine finally pulled into the private underground garage of the Thorne Tower, the reality of my situation began to sink in. I was escorted into the private elevator. The doors slid shut, and the elevator began its rapid, silent ascent to the top floor. For the past year, this ride had filled me with anticipation, knowing I was returning to the arms of the man who saved me. Now, every floor we passed felt like another nail in my coffin. The elevator dinged, opening directly into the expansive, ultra-luxurious living room.

"My story, let me tell it…Thumberlina.” I found myself smiling at the interaction. "What floors?" Livvy immediately looked embarrassed. "Oh my God, we've been talking and haven't even moved." She pointed. "Thirteen for me." Then gestured vaguely behind her. "Twenty-one for Val." I pressed both buttons and the doors closed, starting our upward climb. Livvy glanced around the elevator. "Can I ask something?" "Sure." "Why is this elevator empty when the other ones looked like people were being packed for shipment?"

She looked up at the elevator screen, her eyes getting really wide. ​The digital floor indicator wasn't showing numbers. It was displaying a single, scrolling line of text that was actively typesetting itself in real-time: ​THE_BOARDROOM_EXECUTION. ​The elevator doors slowly began to slide open with a heavy, mechanical groan. Through the widening gap, the interior of the elevator car didn't show a mirrored wall or a carpeted floor. It revealed a pitch-black, infinite void where twelve massive, featureless corporate directors in tailored gray suits sat around a colossal, miles-wide mahogany boardroom table that stretched out into the dark.

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

Floors are gleaming well polished black marble. It almost bears resemblance to JFK airport in New York. I have to admit that for a brief moment I'm awed before I'm reminded again about the situation I'm in and the crazy night I've just had. We make it to a private elevator not reserved for public use. The well-polished elevator is as large as a studio apartment it seems. Grigori punches the button for the 70th floor. My eyes widen as I scan the buttons. 150 floors! --- The Elevator ride turns out to be a very smooth glide upwards which for me was unexpected. We arrive swift enough to the destined floor.

Blake then motioned for them to exit the elevator, and as they left, the doors closed behind them. “Was that a teleportation device?” Xuanlu asked, looking back at the elevator. “No, it’s a way of transporting from one floor to the next without using stairs. Come here and look over the railing here.” Blake motioned for the women to follow him to a railing, and they looked up and down. This mall was a five-story building, and the women also witnessed escalators carrying people from one floor to another with wonder in their eyes. They happened to be on the second floor and contained many shops for the shopping enthusiast.