Smash Or Pass Game Questions Novels & Stories

Damn it. “The aim of the game is to reunite with your mate by getting at least fifty percent of the questions right. Each correct response will move your game podiums one foot ahead, which allows another glass tile to appear behind you. Hence, allowing you more chances of persevering until your podiums meet.” Artemis said with a devious smile. “The screen on the podium before you will generate three answers and, of course, only one can be the correct one. It is time to bare your secrets to each other. Win the game and go home.”

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

the boys had a smirk. “Bring it on” I passed them a tight-lipped smile. “So, here are the rules, we will take a tissue paper and pass it around. Whoever fails to do so and not carry till the end, they will have to kiss their front partner” she explained. “So, you mean to say I will only be accepted by this simple game?” I raised my eyebrows at them. “What’s the catch?” I looked around.

I liked Nicco and I was most definitely attracted to him, but it was way too soon to open up to him. “Can I pass on a question?” I asked. I guess my voice sounded scared because he studied me for a moment before answering. “Only once.” He smiled at me. “The game will only last until we get through this line, so you really only need one pass.” “Two,” I said, wanting to negotiate. He rolled his eyes at me, and I laughed. He was too mature to roll his eyes, so the gesture looked funny. “Fine, two,” he said. He reached for me, and I willingly came, letting him pull my back into his front and rest his arms around me.

Her smile stretched wider, all tooth and no warmth, as she took any other prowling step closer. "I hope you're each organized to play through my guidelines...Due to the fact the game is most effective just beginning. And this time, it's do or die whether or not both of you make it out alive."

He suddenly started laughing. The ground started moving. What is happening? Everyone is separated from one another while the ground is raised high. The roots held the ground tight. "An individual duels," He said excitedly again. What? "So, here are the game rules. There are 10 of you, and you have 8 chances. You need to win 8 fights. You can use your powers to your full extent. If you lose, you are going to stay here until I get entertained. But if you win. I will send you to your destination immediately.

I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sarah has made an excellent suggestion which I'd like to implement immediately to speed up the game. Everyone who wants to participate, find a slave you wish to participate with until all the slave stations are filled. Rob will roll the dice for both the slave and the client. All slaves will then do as they have to do at once, the client will do what they need to do at the same time afterward, then everyone slide down to the next slave and Rob will roll the dice again. When you've been to every slave station, a new group will replace that one and it will start again. So pick a slave."

She hates that games because years before her friend play this game and make silly questions and disgusting dares. “Jess you start.” Cooper smirk at Jess. Jess rolled her eyes when she saw Cooper smirks. What’s the problem with this guy? Always wanted to fight with her! The group of seven surrounds the campfire. One of the tour guides didn’t join them, he had a guitar on his lap, playing soft music for them. They all have their hands up. The rules of the game are that every player shows their ten fingers up and whenever a player has done one of the questions, must put down a finger. The person with the last finger standing is the winner.

Two heads are better than one anyway, as old people would say. “Sure,” Jai answered. Darrion smiled at that. “If you bring three correct things, you will pass. If you have even one wrong thing, you will fail.” The MC said. “You will start in this square, and finish in this square. There! Is that understood, people?!” There were shouts from the crowds and the MC responded with a satisfied hum. “Right. Now, get ready folks! I will count to three and blow the whistle!” Those who were participants started positioning themselves to head south, towards the South Gate. Jai and Darrion also positioned themselves and got ready to run.

I could tell how restless he was as he was drumming his feet under the table frantically. He seems nervous about my words. I decided not to push it as I was getting the answers I needed slowly. I turned to Mariam, my smile increasing, “Pretty girl, what do you say?” Mariam nods and quietly scribbles something on her note. “The game will go on for a total of 3 rounds, excluding the earlier warm ups. Meanwhile, this round will go for a total of ten times. Whoever pulls the biggest or highest number after ten cards automatically wins.”