Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Worlds kept flickering: Red Streets, Co‑op Showdown, Selene’s crown glowing, me hauling glass down on a structural beast, my nose bleeding in the stands.
“TURN IT OFF,” I said louder.
The pillar’s colors jittered.
The hum under the floor wobbled.
On the screen, my duel with Selene played in sped‑up montage, our blades and shadows and mirrors reduced to a blur of motion.
“Author vs Champion!” the Game sang. “The crowd‑pleaser nobody expected. Result: unsatisfying draw. Audience hunger: rising!”
“Turn it off,” I repeated.
My hand lifted almost of its own accord.