Red Door Yellow Door Game Novels & Stories

A dark chained door appears in seconds buried in dark purple fires. "What is this?" She asks standing up from the ground while eyeing the unexpected door... Cheng glimpses at the girl with a defiant look. [This?...this is the door to your first-world...] Cheng swipes his long-sleeved red Chinese robe and unlocks the tied chains... The door opens in a horrid way to see... Does the awkward girl suddenly feel that this is not going to be smooth? [Now that you are set... let us begin the game!]... TBC

I stare at him like the poor vampire has lost his mind, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to acknowledge my staring. Kieran turns around and places his hand on my back to push me forward a little. We reach a bright red door, and he stops again. "Alright, each door is a different colour to make it easier for everyone to find their way around and find the shit they need. Yes, I could label the doors too, but I don't think a first-timer would like to walk past the door that has the word "DILDOS" written all over it." Kieran laughs at his joke, but I remain silent. If only I knew what he's trying to describe. "The red door is for clothes - playtime outfits, Arena clothes, or anything you

"Enjoy." Because soon enough, someone would be knocking, and they’d be the ones facing the dean, losing thirty conduct points in the process. Sure enough, a knock came at the door. Crouching down with a bowl full of hot, melted cheese, Rachel called out, "Who is it?" The moment she opened the door and saw who it was, the food in her hand might as well have turned to ashes. Dean Marshall himself stood there, flanked by Ms. Edwards and several other leaders. Their faces darkened at the sight: three girls using high-powered appliances to cook fondue, and charcoal burning on the floor.

He just smiled like the troublemaker he was. After our moment together, he slipped a card into my hand. Card 30—done. I looked down at the design. Lined up the pieces, matched the patterns— The full image snapped into place. A pitch-black door slowly took shape. Right then, that voice rang out: [Congrats, Yaya. You've collected all visit cards from Dark Citadel. The gate to the real world is now active.] [At 11 PM, the interworld gate will appear. Surviving players, bring your family to the first floor to exit. Miss the window, and you're stuck here for good.]

Follow the driver, practically in a trance, out to the town car. Stare idly out the window as cars and buildings fly by on the freeway. Flash my ID badge at the security guard stationed outside THEM headquarters. Make my way to the back of the warehouse and pull out The Horny Games DVD to trigger the secret door. Continue on into the bowels of THEM headquarters, and hand over all of my Jennifer Donner documents and clothing.

Ally answers in a soft voice. Ronald presses the button and Ally starts walking down the hallway. The hallway is not very long. She cannot contemplate that it would take her an hour to walk up and down. There are four doors on each side of the hallway. Ally knows by now that the first door is her bedroom, the two following doors on her side is replicas of her room in different colours. The last door is locked. As Ally and Ronald walk past the second door Ally looks at Ronald expectantly. Ronald turns a pointed finger at his chest. Ally looks to where his finger is pointing. Her eyes meet Ronald’s and she suddenly knows exactly why Ronald has been acting so strange.

"I'll be right back." Daniel was much faster than she had expected. Within 10 minutes, she heard the sound of the doorknob being twisted. Taking this as a clue, she picked up the eye drops and dripped two drops into her eyes, pretending to be tearful. Then she covered her stomach with her hands and lay on the bed. "Oh, my God."

Our conversation would have to wait until morning. "This way," Star called with a lift of her chin. Reluctantly, I turned away from the others and followed her. I followed Star down the long hall, passing several doors until we reached a room at the end. "It's all yours," Star said. "I call it the yellow room." "Well, that's... interesting," I said as I pushed open the door. Everything in the room was an overwhelming shade of yellow. My lips parted. "You weren't joking. I don't think I've ever seen so much yellow in one place before."

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

"The Yellow was once the easiest for it is entitled as Lies Out. It's a truth race in which only an individual could pass if he or she tells the truth. "And White is the freakiest and most ridiculous than the other blindfolds. All of the above are here. I hope you don't pull out because it's so hard and time-consuming. We might be in the Game for almost one and a half days!" she was hysterical. The five of them glared at her that made her shut up. "Then what would I do to that blindfold after I pulled it out of the box?" I asked curiously with furrowed forehead.