Novel & Cerita Starved Game

I was sucked into some game world with 99 other people. The system's robotic voice announced, "Welcome, all 100 players, to the Survival of the Poorest. Starting funds: 50 dollars. Objective: Survive 7 days inside the game. The winner gets one million dollars in prize money! Overspending, dying, or stepping outside the designated area will be treated as a forfeit, and you will carry one million dollars in debt." The voice paused for a moment. Then, with a sly tone, it continued, "Now then, do any cowards want to back out?"

While they were eating breakfast, none of them spoke. Colleen appeared to be contemplating something as she lowered her head. Mike was munching on own his food while he looked at the system log. [Main Mission: Survive for 7 days, 0/7] had changed to [1/7], and a [Hunger] status had appeared in the character window. [Hunger: While in a state of Hunger, Maximum Stamina is 20% lower than normal and is exhausted twice as fast. When Stamina is insufficient, damage over time to HP might occur.]

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

Bastard", Snow seethed as the alpha command lost hold as soon as Adrienne put the empty cup down.* *Adrienne couldn't agree more. "What was in the drink, Alpha?"* *Alpha Marcus smirked at her. "Didn't taste anything, did you?"* *"No, I..." She paused mid-sentence and clutched at her throat. There was a burning sensation all the way from her throat, down to her belly.*

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet." With her words already coming late as I drank the juice, its the warm, stale juice hits my tongue. Olivia's right. Players indeed couldn't be choosers, not here in this place. There were few luxuries to be had and even basic necessities were scarce at times. For now, all we could remain, continuing to choke down the bitter juice until the next meager ration of sustenance arrives. Survival in this games has become a game of endurance, of swallowing one's dignity and pride. Serene then picks up a spoon and examines the same porridge with resignation, "Yeah right. At least it's something," she replies quietly, her voice resign

Adam ordered while cursing. Jes grabbed Adam's arm causing Adam to turn around. Jess shook her head. "I don't want to eat anything other than spice porridge." she asked. TBC.

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

"You're still lying, even now!" They looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "You're not well, are you?" "You're the ones who aren't well!" I pointed at them, my voice echoing in the vast warehouse. "You did it to sell my kidney!" "That wasn't a blood transfusion. It was a nephrectomy! That's why my body had such a violent reaction after the surgery!" The only sound in the warehouse was the howl of the wind. "Dead men tell no tales. That's the real reason you staged this whole act, to make me commit suicide!" I spelled out the cruel truth.

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.