Take The Mr Ping Challenge Novels & Stories

Initializing delayed slaughter milestones. Then a loud PING exploded in my brain. It was so loud and sharp that my ears started ringing instantly. It completely drowned out the screaming of the monsters outside. It drowned out the loud wailing of the emergency sirens. The red flashing text on the screen suddenly broke apart into tiny pieces. Then, a brilliant, blinding white light flooded the room, forcing me to throw my arm over my eyes to keep from going blind. [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST EVA!]

Only mine. *********************

A staff member stood outside—dark blue vest with the event logo, headset on, notebook under his arm. "Apologies for the intrusion," he said politely, but with a clear sense of urgency. "Two registered fighters, the Italian Paolo Gerini and the Emirati Karim al-Fahim... have issued a challenge against Graves." Marcus's facial muscles twitched. "Now?" he asked. "Twenty minutes after a win?"

It was just a single line encapsulated in a little pop-up, but it completely sucker punched me in the gut: You have 1 new message: Ms. A [9:25] : Yeah, something came up. Later tonight?

“Last check in was an hour ago.” “Send another.” “Already done.” We all sat there silently once again as the boys both stared down at the latop. One by one pings came in as packs responded. One. Two. Three. Four. Five…. “Just one left.” Ryn voices and the room gets a little tenser. It felts like hours before that final ping came through but it was more likely 20 seconds. “That’s all of them.” Lana says. “Hmm…” Quai mutters. He is looking out the windows behind him, still obviously unhappy with the feeling that the meeting left him with.

I need to know my faith. I knock on his door a few times but there's no answer so I just let myself in. He seems to be really concentrated on whatever he's doing on his laptop and I just slowly walk towards his desk hoping I don't disturb him, but also hoping he hears me so I don't have to make random noises. "Hi Mr Romano," I call after just standing awkwardly for a while. He must've heard me come in, I wasn't loud but I also wasn't very quiet.

I scream. Melvin stands up. He is not a tall man, but he moves like a block of granite. He walks over to the large terminal on the wall and hits a master switch. The screen lights up with a hundred different media feeds, all of them cycling through photos of Penelope. "I do not sit," Melvin says softly. "I plan. The net goes live in five minutes." I look at the headlines flashing across the monitors. My mouth goes dry. "Is this..." I start.

Leo whispered quietly, “I’m not panicking.” He rerouted the system. The attack dissolved. Marcus blinked once. “Oh.” Inside the penthouse Daniel whispered, “That was fast.” Zero’s calm voice came through the system. “Challenge complete.” The screen flashed. ROUND 01 RESULTS Leo: Stable Zero: Stable Marcus: Stable Marcus smiled. “Draw.” The next challenge appeared immediately. GLOBAL CHALLENGE 02 TRAFFIC CONTROL Inside the penthouse Daniel frowned. “What does that mean?” Leo zoomed the map again.

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."