Regular Show Gamers Never Say Die Novels & Stories

Over a thousand Gene Fighters and onlookers from the four Grand Families were dumbstruck. They never thought that Lucas would still say such words at this moment. ... The middle aged man roared at Lucas, "Junior, I see that you won't cry until you die!" "Even if I am to die, I won't shed tears. The reason for that is because I will never die." As soon as he finished his words, the thousands of Gene Fighters of the four Grand Families couldn't stand Lucas' arrogance.

A 90-minute countdown timer appeared in front of us, glowing with intensely unsettling stark red digits like a death sentence. Someone finally snapped and shouted at the system, "What do you want from us? Why did you trap us here?" The system didn't answer, but the questioning shouts continued, "Why did they die? Why are they dead? You only said we'd die if we fail the game, but you never said King Ragnar would kill us!" Still, the system said nothing. "I quit! I'm done! I'm going home!" another yelled. That was when the system finally responded, "Player 18, do you confirm to exit the game? Your body outside the game world is dead. Exiting before the atonement is completed will result in imm

I lay on the floor, pain burning in my abdomen, shock dragging a shred of reason back into my head. No. 99 raised his axe. "You're way too emotional right now. You'll never find the real exit in this state. This run is already a bust; better to end it early and save your energy for the next one." "What do you mean?" "I mean…" The blade flashed down. "Go die and cool off." Agony overwhelmed me. [Sixth loop over. Player has died.] I was on my seventh loop. My eyes flew open. I jolted upright in bed like a corpse clawing its way out of the grave.

Only his talks are enough. "AS YOU ALL KNOW, THIS IS NOT A CHILD GAME SO I'LL GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. AFTER ENTERING THE RING, THERE IS NO WAY OUT. SO ANYONE??" He asked and waited to see if anyone wanted to go out. As always there are some noobs who freaked out and started running outside. They are some college kids who just wanted to prove themselves strong in front of their friends and girlfriends. But as the commentator said, this is not a game for kids.

He is giving craps every game and whoever said that literally things that I am just a woman who knows nothing, however that isn’t really the case because I now shits that I really need to know. "It's just pure instinct. If I haven't follow my instincts then all of you could have died already. You should be entirely careful and thankful to what I did because everyone is still a live and kicking “ I said and I turn my back from them and I slowly made my way towards the exit, however before I left I once again turn around to look at them and I said - ”I'm not afraid of dying cause I've died a long time ago. You killed me remember? So there is really nothing wrong if I die the second time around

he says, standing up slowly from his throne, “If you don’t want to play League of Legend, then we would fight in the real world instead.” The atmosphere shifts again. I step closer to him, and my eyes narrow as his words settle in the air. I let out a slow breath, glancing at the men standing in the shadow. They are disciplined now, completely different from the team I have met earlier. I shift my gaze back to Nikolai, “I don’t have time to play with you, kid. The dead is the deal. You lose the game.” “Enough.” The voice cuts through the air like a blade.

the masked man concluded. The lights on the bus flickered on and off. The dark front screen lit again with the same red font as the voice echoed: [Approaching the next stop. All players, get ready.] “Does that mean all of you are dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could not process or believe any of this. Death means the end. That was how we grew up believing death was. The masked man nodded. “You’re all dead! You’re lucky to be invited to the survival game and have the opportunity to win a second chance at life.

“Sometimes I remember watching *you* do it.” My stomach twisted. “So either way,” I said, “the Game got a nice tragic ending out of it.” “TRAGIC ENDINGS INCREASE AUDIENCE SATISFACTION,” the Admin supplied blandly. “Shut up,” I said automatically. The images kept cycling. In none of them did, I saw a version where we both walked away. My fingers clenched so hard around the pen that my knuckles hurt. “This is the part where you pick which of you gets to die beautifully,” the Game implied, without saying it.

The game ended before the opposing team even had a chance to react. They began complaining in the chat. "Seriously? Who on earth are you guys? How did you manage to kill us in such a short time?" "We've dominated 'Legends of Triumph' for years and have been champions in our regional league. This is embarrassing." "Shut up! You're embarrassing yourself by revealing that. Delete that message quickly!" Grace couldn't be bothered to type, so she turned on her microphone and said with a smile, "An eye for an eye. I had to retaliate since you all sniped me as soon as I appeared!"