Pick A Number Game の小説・ストーリー

Especially as the *Game Of Chance* the match began. Galic stepped forward again, holding up the wooden sticks used for the game. "Alright! For those of you who need a refresher—*Game Of Chance* is a game of luck. Each team member picks a stick. The one with the shortest stick loses. The losing team gets tied at the wrist, giving their opponents a big advantage for the next round." The stakes were clear, and Maxine's heartbeat quickened with a slight thud. She didn't like relying on luck, and the thought of being tied to Alph was too ghastly. But she wasn't about to back down.

Everyone was there already, standing and still talking waiting for the old family butler to show up. After a few minutes, the lights went out and then suddenly came back on with the butler appearing right in front of us. “Welcome everyone to our final game before the bidding, it's an honor to host this game, can we all gather around to pick our numbers now? ” he said. And we all gathered around and started the picking of numbers Just curious though, It's just a game. Did they really need to perform the whole dramatic stuff? We all finally picked out numbers and surprisingly, there were two different numbers on each of my papers.

Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

The whole place was already filled up, all the pornstars grinning from ear to ear. All the names of people had been written and twisted in tiny ruffled papers and now, when it gets to the person’s turn they pick a name, and secretly check the name of the person they picked. It went on and on until everyone picked the names. Kate picked Aiden. Aiden picked Alex. Alex picked Kate. Lisa picked Alex. Mira picked Lisa. Angela and Joe were lucky as they picked themselves. It was as if fate was working its course.

I nodded, "What are the mechanics of the game?" "I have a roulette game on my phone, we're going to put our names here..." he showed me his phone on which the roulette game was displayed, "...then, we're going to spin it. Whose name the arrow stopped, that person will choose to answer our question or she/he chooses to drink, but of course, we are going to decide which drink she/he will drink." I smirked. I just have to answer their every question when the arrow points to my name, right?

He nodded at my question and replied," now that's where the colour which is the game changer will come in the game, this specific colour it doesn't matter whether is high or low in number, if it's thrown against other colours then you will win." I nodded understanding the game as we started. Akka was shuffling the cards and then gave out the first five cards, telling Tariq to choose the game changer colour. Tariq chose the spade, I checked my five cards to see I had none of that. I sighed thinking I had the scope of losing. The next five cards made me happy, they had the Ace spade and the king with number seven. Atleast with these three I had a little chance at winning.

Dawn's eyebrows met. [It's not good!] He shouted to himself. "This is how to play it. I will take four ice cream sticks one will be written by the king. Since there are only four of us, the three will only be written with the numbers one, two and three." Yami explained the rules of the game they will play.

On the big screen, the six people were still screaming and begging for mercy. At this moment, Jack continued in a cold and gloomy voice, “The rules of this game are very simple. I have selected some lucky people to be the participants of this execution. Soon, their phones will receive messages. These messages are filled with small games. Some of these small games are very difficult, and some are very simple. As for whether the six of you will play a simple or difficult game, it is up to these lucky participants to decide. If they don’t make a choice within five minutes, it will be considered a forfeit. After the forfeit, the mini-game will automatically choose the simplest one. Now, the firs

“Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.” Farrah muttered as she read the headline in the paper. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned the page. The ink was smudged, but she could still make out the words printed beneath the headline. [ The Rules of the Game ] [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ]

I moaned, my hands immediately going to his hair. “Give me your answer,” he demanded. “Should I pick a random number?” I asked, writhing underneath him. “No. Pick from number 1-10.” He replied. What game is he playing now? “6,” I answered. That was the number that popped up in my head after he said that. Alejandro brought his head up and smiled wickedly at me. “Good number, Ellie.” He said, going back to taking my nipple in his mouth. “Wait,” I held his head with my hands.