Unspeakable Gaming Minecraft Novels & Stories

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.

at the duel, she merely raised an eyebrow, as if such things were commonplace in a mafia family. But when I described the tearing pain in my lower back and the chronic rejection symptoms after the "blood donation," her professional calm shattered. "That wasn't a blood transfusion, and it certainly wasn't a genetic rejection," Kate's voice was low and chilled. My hand trembled, and a few drops of coffee spilled. When I mentioned my parents "dying" in the fake explosion to force my suicide, Kate took a deep breath. It was clear that even a seasoned journalist had never encountered parents so depraved.

It was expensive–fucking expensive–but it was worth it. The cloud of steam finally cleared and the shelf locked into place with a soft satisfying click. Slowly, it turned, revealing rows of weapons that glinted in the deck’s light. “Hello, babies." I clicked on a button on the side of my pants and ‘Bad Reputation’ immediately began playing. “Mama's missed y'all."

"Don't start yapping about Spencer. That fox who seduced my niece... disgusting." "Just create a better game next time. And then, please be entirely transparent about the conditions of the games right from the start. You misled a lot of players and you suck them in without actually taking their consents first." "But that will lessen the thrill of playing my game—" "The excitement should start exactly when the game begins. You fucked them up right from the soul transfer. Who would think about enjoying it after telling them 'you can't get out unless you win a lot of instances'. You messed up. That's it."

A part of her wanted to ask but the majority of her is holding her back, she knows what it means but she doesn't want to confirm it. And 800 million? What kind of insane people would place that kind of prize? "As you know, our team has been playing this game for 2 years. This will be the 3rd time that we'll get to participate this huge event. And our team never loose." Mace carried on explaining to them. You see, their team has been playing this kind of game for more than a year. And throughout those years, they remained on top, the untouchable and undefeatable. Others may say that it's because of their personal skills or dirty gameplay, but boy they're so wrong.

the woman sobbed. "Home is a 'Legacy Map,' sweetheart," Marcus said, patting her cheek. "It’s been archived. This is your new 'Server.' And trust me, you’re going to love the 'In-App Purchases.' Want to see your dead husband again? Only ten thousand Soul-Credits. Want to forget the feeling of being deleted? We’ve got a 'Memory-Wipe' subscription for that." I couldn't take it anymore. The Red Blood didn't just flare; it **erupted**. I didn't care about the "Full Release." I didn't care about the "Investors." I wanted to see this man bleed.

That's definitely awesome, haha. Suddenly, something appeared on my screen. Hmm .. What is this? I opened it even though I saw an unusual mail with an unfamiliar address. Ohh…. Happy day! This is a BLKQ gaming product. We have watched countless game streams, but only you have managed to hold our interest. You are cordially invited to join our team. If you have made a decision, you can respond to this email. We're eager for you to join our team. Thank you.

Until I found her, my entire network was vulnerable. "Sir," Marcus’s voice cut through the dim room as he stepped inside, his expression deeply unsettled. "A secure, one-way digital transmission just bypassed our primary firewall. It’s routed through an untraceable dark-web proxy. It's... it’s a direct message from Vesper." My eyes snapped up. I snatched the tablet from his hand. The screen didn't contain text. Instead, a voice file began to play. The audio was heavily modulated—deep, mechanical, and entirely unrecognizable, stripped of any human pitch or tone.

Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me. A nocked arrow must find release. At this moment, I realized something was wrong as I had never been so out of control as I was today. There had to be something in the air. I tried hard to push her away, but like an octopus, she immediately clung to me again, lighting fire everywhere on my body. Suddenly, I saw a red dot in the mirror. What? I threw the curtains open and found three mobile phones facing the room. The live stream chat was scrolling, with 20,000 people online. The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!