Life Is Strange Game Ending Novels & Stories

Lucien lowered his weapon. “Then take it.” Sophia’s eyes widened. “Lucien!” The stranger smiled. “Finally.” He walked toward Lucien. But Lucien continued: “Take everything I was supposed to become.” The stranger stopped. “What?” Lucien looked directly into his eyes. “Take the throne.” “Take the power.” “Take the destiny.” “Take the ending.” He stepped closer. “But you cannot take my choices.” The stranger’s body began trembling. The Original Ending Breaks Cracks appeared across the stranger’s body.

“Pei is not my pet. He’s my friend.” “Well, it doesn’t matter to me, pet or friend… Now, choose whether you will accept his life or not. It’s all up to you. I’ll give you time to think but not too long, otherwise it will not be good for me since I’m not supposed to be working overtime.” “Alright…? I guess. I’ll need a bit to consider it.” “Wait, are you saying you don’t want be alive?” asks the strange man with confusion. “I mean… All I can do is play games.”

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Something twisted in my chest, but I forced it down and said, word for word, “Alpha Leon, this is the last time I’m saying this seriously. “So listen carefully. I’m not making a scene, and this isn’t some game. “We are over. I will not be your secretary again, nor will I return to your side. “Who you mark in the future has nothing to do with me.” When I finished, I took Jace’s hand and walked toward the field. Behind me, Leon’s voice broke into a hoarse shout. “Celine! Are you really going to stay with an Alpha like him?! “Only we can push each other to further heights! If you don’t turn back now, we’re finished!”

In the middle of the chaos, Benjamin stood up from his seat to find out what was troubling the janitor, and saw a black casket flying into the house. “Oh! My God,” his wife, who had seen the casket too, screamed, and attempted to hide under the dining table. Now, the daughters stood up, and tried to process what was going on. Suddenly, they saw the strange casket shatter into pieces in the middle of the tiled floor. Then, the family was frightened to their bones because such could only happen when the spirit of the dead, who was denied justice, returned with fury to demand for one. Subsequently, the family, who was astounded by the abnormal occurrence, saw Hazel putting on a mourning cloth,

Veil tried to draw her weapon, but Grant crashed through the wall and tackled her into the ice. It was chaos. Electric. Violent. Final. Daniel broke free, racing toward the console. Aria followed. “No more games, Daniel!” she shouted. “This ends here!” Daniel turned to face her, breathing hard. “You think you’ve won?” She aimed. “I know I have.” The shot rang out. He dropped. Veil screamed. The countdown hit zero. PROMETHEUS TERMINATED The lights dimmed. The war… was over. ~~*~~

Not happy endings. **************************************************

"Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last stage, 'Survival of the Fittest'! Both of you have beaten 'Magnet Apocalypse'! "The 100 million dollar prize pool will be evenly split and sent to your accounts. Players who failed to survive till the end of the game will be eliminated by the system in real life. The game will be shutting down in ten…nine—" "Time for us to go back," Riley murmured, sounding relieved. I hummed in response, looking down at the murky waters around my feet. The scenery around me warped when the countdown reached zero, and I found myself lying on my bed in my rented apartment in the next second.

I wasn't able to pull all of them out, although they would've survived even without my intervention. Perhaps that was true. They may not need any sort of assistance, but for sure I’m definitely not gonna regret everything, or better yet I cannot regret it. The other target had been successfully killed. The game had concluded and the killers were declared the winner of the tenth round. Based on my count, 25 people still remain alive, judging from the pace of the game… There are about two months before the game concludes its final stages. In those two months I could die. Perhaps I would be lucky to become the last one to survive. In that time do I even deserve to live? What would happen to me

The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved. We were mid-argument about whether the last ball was in or out when Mr. Rowe called over both Jackson and Ellie. They jogged off toward where he was seated with his girlfriend. The rest of us continued to play until the siblings walked back to us a few minutes later with a tall dude with them now. Ellie was smiling brightly, clearly excited. Jackson, though—he looked… off. Not angry or anything. Just tense, maybe. “Guys!” Ellie beamed. “This is Quinton.”