Meme Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Hello! I’m Neo. I compose EDM and I like computer games too. I’m (almost) unbeatable on StarCraft. Even though I’m not the maknae, I’m the one who cooks a big pan of kimchi-bokkeum for the group’s secret late-night snacks.” “Hi, guys! Jared’s the name and rapping is my game. I’m a fitness geek, as you can tell from my figure. And just for the record, I’ve never taken part in any unhealthy midnight snack session. I’m actually the dietician of the group.” “Don’t believe him,” Neo says. “He’s the ringleader.” Laughter ripples through the studio audience. “So,” the host says, “DMG. Not DMZ. What does it mean?”

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

And today, she gave two more actorsa massage, and it made her even hungrier. She lay in bed tossing and turning, opened a short video, and thought about watching a mukbang to satisfy her cravings for a while. But after seeing that, shebecame even hungrier. Turkey noodles, grilled lamb chops, stir-fried pig rice... The more she watched, the more she craved, and the more she couldn't sleep. She pulled ou her phone andposted a meme of a skeleton, photoshopping her own head onto it, with the caption "Eat a pig in three bites."

And I knew he'd do it; I knew that he'd hurt me like he said he wanted to. "I...I..." "What?" he growled. "I have to pee," I squeaked. Hezekiah cocked one of those thick eyebrows at me. "You what?" "I have to pee," I repeated. "And I'm hungry." "You're hungry?" he said the word 'hungry' like it was foreign; how dare I, a living human being, be hungry? "Yes, I'm hungry. I'm starving, actually. And I need to pee. That's the least you can do for me after biting me in the fucking neck—"

In the center of the ship in a place unreachable by any normal person Kimora sits in her room on her bed playing with what appears to be a retro fighting game] Kimora: (Wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants she's leaning forward clearly into her video game. After a close match she loses and tosses the game and her headphones off to the side) MAAAN!! WHAT A CHEESE!! ...mhm..Nope thanks for the rematch! (Her hand glows with a black and white aura and the game seems to rewind to just before she was defeated, she quickly picks up the controller and after pressing several buttons she attains a victory) BOOM!! I love numbers! (She says with an excited giggle as she places the controll

he deadpanned. "What?!" Diva exclaimed in utter disbelief. She couldn't believe there was someone out there who didn't enjoy what she enjoyed. "Drama queen," Blaze muttered under his breath. Diva gathered herself after the initial shock and cleared her throat. "Fear not. I'll send you a meme that will make you laugh for sure," she declared. It was okay if the meme she showed right now didn't earn laughter from Blaze. But one day she would love to see him roll in laughter like her; she would definitely love that sight.

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I rip my hand back, gasping. “This isn’t punishment,” I whisper. “It’s overflow.” Kael’s eyes narrow. “Meaning?” “The Game fed on connection,” I say. “On shared suffering. Shared choice.” I look at the crowd. “Now the memories don’t know where to go.” Another scream pierces the night. A woman collapses to her knees nearby, clutching her head. “I see it,” she sobs. “I see the maze.” My heart pounds. “This won’t stop on its own,” I say.

“Your body has been running ragged around this territory all damn day, worrying about whether Jessa Moore has eaten her raw rations, but your own mind has completely forgotten about the hunger inside your own belly.” I offer his face a slight, pained smile, my chest tightening. “My brain didn't forget to feed the beast; my wolf is just not hungry right now.” “Your frame needs to eat this instant, especially since your stomach has been suffering from that severe pack gastropathy since the winter raid.”

The hangover from the session isn’t in my head. It’s in my throat. By the next morning, my voice feels like sandpaper, and my nerves feel like they’ve been played with a pick. Mia plops down on my bed with her laptop and a bowl of fruit she’s pretending is a balanced breakfast. “Good news,” she says. “The world still thinks you’re missing.” “Comforting,” I mutter. “Better missing than meme’d for a bad live,” she says. “Trust me.”