Monster Simulation Games Novels & Stories

As we walked, Tommy explained the game to me. “It's called MonsterGo,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “You open up the app and then monsters pop up on your screen. They can show up anywhere, so you have to run all over town to find them.” Tommy snatched my phone out of my hand and quickly downloaded the game for me. “There, now you can play too,” he said. I shrugged, seeing the game as the perfect opportunity to distract myself from the misery that was job hunting. We ran around the park for a bit and it wasn't long before I caught my first monster. It was called a “Stingly.”

I was in a tangled bed, my body throbbing from the relentless attention of three monsters. Even though I’d heard the rumors, that he’d cheated on me, not once too, the hypocrisy of it still made me feel sick. I felt like a slut. I had let three men use me, fill every inch of me, and a part of me, the traitorous, drug-hazed part, had loved the way they took me. I'd silently been blaming him for what he'd done, but I was a cheater now, too, and not with just anyone, but with the men who were dismantling my life, and were hell bent on dangling my father and our predicament in front of me any chance they got.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

So much for a coordinated attack. Kids screaming not knowing what to do. I run in and take out my gun and shoot a wolf in the head that has john pinned. John looks over and nods in thanks and pushes the wolf off him. I shoot a few more wolves I don't recognise and every one of them drop. Wolfsbane laced bullets. A werewolves kryptonite. As I'm going around shooting when I need, I turn around just in time to see my mother's head being torn from her body.

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso

“Don’t worry about it. He’s just an old friend I was catching up with.” Her tone sounded sincere, yet it didn’t completely clear my doubts, so I narrowed my eyes at her slightly. If she noticed my slight change she didn’t acknowledge it, because she walked forward. “Samiya, I have enough reason to believe that the next challenge will be a simulation of some sorts, all the warriors-” “All the warriors in the pack were trained with simulations and they were gifts from when witches and werewolves were still allies. They are game-like, with some special kind of game master, and happen in some layer of our consciousness.

I intend to make sure to let you know the word YOLO. You only live once. Life should be cherished. It's not a game to play with it. Another burst of cheer when the human defeated a Beugerast, a rock-like monster who has a brain of a chicken but can crush a human with a left hand that is larger than the right. After the monster is defeated, the human collapses. And it's not just a man, but a woman who had participated. Every monster used for this coliseum fight surprises me. It's hard for humans to take down one monster, but Megan had taken each type of monster all over for this fight.

Damon shot back at him. That answer knocked the air out of him more than an argument would have. The room felt too warm. Too small. Simon ran a hand through his hair. “When are you booking it?” Simon asked. His voice didn’t sound like his own. “Today.” Damon didn’t hesitate. Simon stood there for a second like his body hadn’t caught up yet. Then he sat back down slowly, like his knees decided for him. The game was still running. His character stood in the middle of the map, getting shot at. He didn’t move..

"Lenore isn't what you think it is. It's a game. A sophisticated simulation designed to test people who've been pulled from other realities and placed here with modified memories. About forty thousand of you in this city are players. Transmigrators. The rest are NPCs, but conscious ones that think and feel just like players do." Silence. Then scattered laughter, because of course they thought I was insane. "I know how it sounds," I continued. "But I have proof. The code underlying reality. The player designations visible to anyone with the right equipment. Records from previous game iterations. The Marionettist wasn't just a powerful anomaly. He was the game's final boss, programmed to spawn

What a monster. ************