Kickbutt Buttowski Games Novels & Stories

" She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens! Kelly was into the game already. She was looking alive and ready. Tala wrote something on the piece of paper and then wrote number one to ten on another piece of paper. I watched in curiosity as she tore each number and folded it. "This game is similar to pick and act, but it involves two participant." She added. She made us sit on the floor, as we all sat in circle. A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center.

[Atticus] Laz records the results, documenting this decision in the meeting log and we move on to the next element of the game--choosing the method. As last year’s winner, I get to choose. “I thought we’d go a bit ‘old school’ for this year’s game,” I announce as I stand and pull an old deck of cards from the pocket of my jacket. “Like Old Testament. How many of you know the seven deadly sins?” Evie yawns, stretching her arms above her head. “BOOOOORING,” she moans, opening her perfectly painted mouth wide. “Sloth, lust, greed, envy, blah blah blah. When did you get religious, Ace?”

he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have your small Pinata, your Orkan, and they're great, but this-" He pulled part of the tarp off the weapon. A gleaming silver and yellow rocket launcher, easily twice the size of a semi truck, sat before us, covered in markings. I couldn't deny it. It was impressive. "Is the future!" Carl finished. Leaning hard into his showmanship, he threw an arm wide. "Imagine a weapon with not double, but triple the power of a single Orkan. I call it Exodus, and it will-" I wasn't listening any longer. Behind Carl I could see a reflection in the polished chrome exterior of the weapon. Jackson Quinn slowly, carefully snuck out from his hiding place,

While a very calm Matteo and Klara stood in the middle of it all. "Zmeya" the Russian shouts starring directly at Klara. "What did you say" I ask crouching down to him. "ZEMEYA!!" he screams in my face, lunging and viscously biting my shoulder. "F*ck!" I curse, before kneeing the crazy b*st**d in the head. He blacks out instantly, leaving me to deal with the other two crazy fuckers in the room. "Now, I don't know what hell happened here but one of you better have a f*cking explanation because I've had one b*tch of a day " I say looking from Matteo to Klara. Who are now staring at each other.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

Bobby replied, swearing under his breath to do everything possible to nab the killers within the given time. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Damn! Slash his head dude’ Jake exclaimed excitedly, punching the buttons on his joystick as his avatar stood over Brandon after taking it down with a uppercut, it stood over the opponent and drew out a sword. Jake sat on the rug close to the TV, in order to have a close view and enjoy the game. Brandon was sitting on a stool not far from Jake at the other side, eyes glued to the TV screen with the other gamepad in his hand.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

"Sorry, but the idiot won't stay in bed and he wont shut up either" "Your cavalry has arrived it seems, you know funny fact, one of them already fucked you and the other one would like to". Sebastian said grinning wickedly. Matt looked at them and shrugged. "Sorry, but I am just about waiting for his head to rotate and him puking up pea soup, maybe we need a priest here ?" "Is there anything you want me to do Matt". Luke asked, his cheeks a bit flushed. Matt didn't seem to have trouble holding Sebastian down, Sebastian looked at Luke. "Well maybe if you spank him… who knows he might be swinging both ways".

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool