Video Game Quotes Novels & Stories

He uttered as he glimpsed at me. "Isn't it too late for that? We're married already." "I disagree. Haven't you heard the quote by Mitch Albom? There is no such thing as too late in life." "Oh, I just heard it now." I was amazed. I didn't expect that a man like him would believe in quotes. "Now, you know." He grinned. Then, we became silent again. After a while, I took the courage to bring up the incident earlier. I turned to him as I wanted to see his reaction. "Alfred, about the trouble earlier."

“You mention that in the video. Or, to quote you exactly, ‘I may not know what I’m doing for the rest of my life, but this week, I’ll be living the life of luxury with an incredibly hot man as my tour guide.’” “That’s an exact quote?” I squeak, regretting all the drinks I had last night—and that isn’t even including the fact I have a major headache from them. “Yes. Watch it. I promise it isn’t as bad as you think! You were built for this. Lean into it.” “If I watch this video and it’s embarrassing, I’m going to be so pissed at you for lying to me.” “I’d never lie to you. I bet your password is still jellyfish1234—if I thought it was too embarrassing, I would’ve logged into your account and d

“You’d do good to let this sink in.” She took in one breath, and for a second, I waited for the eventual torrent of backlash. Instead, she nodded quietly and got out of her seat. Just as she reached the door, she turned, chancing one glance at me. “Pride remains the most dangerous thing in every game.” I levelled one long look at her before turning to the papers before me. “Leave the quotes to people who actually know how to play.” Her hand tightened on the door frame. Then, she left without another word.

"You forgot to carry the one." I checked my work and felt my face get warm. He was right. "Good catch," I said. "Guess even dads can make mistakes." He almost smiled. Almost. Then he caught himself and went back to frowning at his paper, but I saw that tiny crack in his armor. From the living room, I heard Leo's excited voice: "But how did you get the company to make video games? That's like, the coolest job ever!"

And I couldn’t control my laughter when I recalled how badly he sucked at the language. “You know, I once read a grand quote by someone. It said, ‘Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.’” “If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.” I finish for him. It’s one of my favourite quotes of all times. He stares at me with a hint of warmth, his eyes telling me more about him than his words. We both avoid eye contact and glance at the table. I’ve no idea why I’m acting like a ten-year-old.

One thing we love is video games. Which is why Nate and me have been posted up in front of the 72-inch flat screen in the gaming room. On the floor, legs crossed like a couple of ten year olds. Kicking each other's asses in a marathon of games. Honestly, I haven't seen Jayson in hours. "Ugh....I'm going to kill you! That was my best weapon!" Nate grits, frantically pushing buttons. "Snooze you lose, buddy. It's what happens when you fight a champ." I giggle. Pushing my own buttons.

They all wondered, but Orie just replied "it's a game" "It doesn't matter how close you are to the explosion, you can't be damaged by your own attacks" "Classic game sh**" "Don't you guys play video games at home?" "Or are you always turning on friendly fire?" "Now let's do this one more time" he said as he activated hi shield "One more thing" he added "This game was never made official so they left the cheats on" "You don't have to worry about running out of ammo" "So let's go, and blow them up"

He finally understood the saying that "a single word can be worth a thousand gold." I scrolled through my I*******m feed, sensing that the time was ripe. I turned to James scott and said, "I need you to help me with a few things later." James's eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing my request. "Vivian, this is a real game-changer! You're hitting three targets with one shot!" "I believe in an eye for an eye," I replied firmly. "If someone provokes me, they should be prepared for the consequences."

“Three red shells in a row? That’s illegal. That has to be illegal. You’ve hacked the system. Admit it.” “I’m just good,” he says way too calmly as his Yoshi skids past me, smug little tail wagging. “Didn’t we grow up on stories like this? You know — the ones about learning humility?” I lunge for the side of his seat. “You sold your soul to Nintendo. That’s the only explanation.” “Nintendo wishes.” “Or you’re sleeping with the game developer.” He’s laughing now, full-body, obnoxious laughter. “Or maybe you’re just bad at losing.”

He viewed himself as a low-level actor trying to perform on a grand show on the big screen. It made him think of a comment from a fan. It said, "Even a dog would shake its head at those terrible gaming skills! It would've played this game way better than him." He stared at the replay of every game on the computer screen dejectedly. Then, he covered his eyes while his lips warbled into a wry smile. Only one thing was on his mind, and it was, "We could've won."