Scarecrow Games の小説・ストーリー

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

But hey, priorities—like not dying while hand-delivering garlic-bomb tacos to a vampire clean freak. Scooter screeched to a halt at Crimson Keep's drawbridge. The smell hit me like a dumpster fire—blood stew with a side of corpse flowers. Almost face-planted from pure disgust.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

A sixteen-year-old boy worked on his grandfather's horse farm. One morning he drove a pickup truck into town on an errand. While he was walking along main street, he suddenly saw Death: black cloak,hooded,glowing red eyes. Death beckoned him close with a bony finger. Terrified, the boy drove back to the farm as fast as he could and told his grandfather what had happened. 'Lend me the truck,'he begged.'I'll go to the city. He won't find me there!'

My younger sister, Mable Munroe, faked her illness to scam money, and her boyfriend, Kyle, faked being poor and disabled to test true love. No wonder they started dating each other! But outwardly, I quickly suppressed every trace of emotion. I pulled the blanket up to cover myself. My eyes reddened instantly, my voice trembling with sobs and disbelief. "You… We… How can we ever face Mable again?" When Kyle noticed the tears in my eyes—the tears I'd forced out—he froze for a moment, and a look of shame crossed his face.

Zephyra glares at him, her pink lips pouting as her blue eyes shoot daggers from across the table. “Just like in previous games, our actions will be scored by the other 6 Legacies based on a simple point system. The winner at the end of the year gets to plan the game for our next legacy council, keys to the legacy villa in St. Martin, and the 1 million dollar scholarship to whichever university they want. Any questions?” Everyone around the table nods in agreement. Not a single hand is raised to question this decision. I shuffle the cards one last time and set them one by one around the table. Once I’m seated, we all flip our cards.

The only reason I miss it is because I liked flirting and feeling wanted. My eyes catch Matteo's stare, and I wonder if he knows Pia likes him. He must know, he's smart and self-centered. I smile to myself. Isabella proceeds to explain the rules of the game, and we play it for a while until people get bored and stop paying attention. I tell Isabella to buy the expansion pack for the game because the other levels look interesting and it only costs $5. "Isabella, who do you think gets more hammered at parties? Vinnie or Matteo?"

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

As long as they did not die, they could just heal their physical injuries. But if their sanity dropped to zero, their real-world brains would suffer damage, leaving them broken, deranged, or even worse. The bosses kept arguing, unwilling to let the players slip away unpunished. But none of them dared risk their lives by breaking the rules. Suddenly, the crow pointed at the figurines in the players' hands. "Wait, those aren't Pop Forge's newest mystery boxes, are they?" the crow asked. "Looks like it," one of the bosses replied.