Unspeakable Gaming Minecraft Novels & Stories

My tone wasn’t my usual manic glee. It was soft. Earnest. Deadly serious. I looked them right in the eyes, letting not a single flicker of my internal chaos show. Marcus and Spark stared, processing. Then, excitement lit their faces. Blow up the island. Of course. Why hadn’t they thought of it? Destroy the Instance, clear the objective. It was a classic, if suicidal, brute-force play. The forums were full of horror stories—some dungeons collapsed, granting a win. Others rebuilt themselves, or took the offending players with them into oblivion. It was a gamble no sane veteran took.

Dirty pushed his disgusting cock into my mouth. 'NO!' I screamed in my head. My wolf growled viciously. I growled and bit down as hard as I could. I ground my teeth side to side. I felt the skin break, I tasted blood. Keeping my teeth locked down, I yanked my head back fast as far as I could. I felt his cock go limp, as it tore. I opened my bloody mouth and spit out the chunk of flesh. "Who else wants to be dickless?" I said menacingly.

I hesitated for exactly half a second, but then I let the petty win. ME: You’re a cocky ass. And you’re ugly too. That play wasn’t even all that. And you are definitely not Patrick Mahomes Your “aura” stinks—I don’t know why people think you’re some alpha male or whatever. And why would anyone want to bend over for you? I don’t like your smile either. Your dimples are ugly I read it back. Once. Twice. It was unhinged. Unprovoked. Absolutely insane. But before my brain could intervene, I hit send.

This is everything I know—take it as an apology for forcing you onto the 30th floor. Mara and Kael were always nice to us newbies. Everyone trusted them. I gave a small smile and typed back: [Got it. Thanks.] Darkblood Count was already up. He saw me texting, then paused. "In this place, don't trust—" His face twisted. He doubled over, clutching his chest, and collapsed. I lunged forward, catching him before he hit the ground. The game had rules—NPCs couldn't spill strategies to players. This was the punishment.

"CLEAR A PATH NOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE THIS CHILD DIE!!!" Fuck my life. So much for keeping things quiet.

James swore under his breath as he got back into the game. One of his teammates, IPWNU1984, however, noticed and spoke up; "Dude, what was that in the background? Sounded like someone screaming." Not for the first time, James cursed the fact that all these new NextGen consoles came with microphones. "Oh nothing," James said, deciding to play it off, "just my girlfriend giving my ex the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced." Being gamers they'd either think he was lying or they'd think that he was the man.

Thanks for the experience. WaveringSoul: Hey don't. I told you you're just a reserved player so don't worry. ChasingStar: I'm quitting. Can you let me go? I know your brain level is no longer childish so you can understand what I'm saying. WaveringSoul: Okay, okay! Just chill! Sorry! Till next time! WaveringSoul kicked you from the Evening Dragons team. Join another team to accumulate more points! I closed the application and right clicked then pressed uninstall. It's not healthy anymore so I have to focus on myself first.

I don’t hate old men but I hate creepy ones, sexting and asking for nudes and stuff. “Nah far from that. Btw like I said I’ve got something for you.” He didn’t even let me reply back before he sent another text. “Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductio