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Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 038: Game on pt 3
Corey rolled his dice, aching to know what happens. Pamela was the opposite of him, she was dreading the thought of finding out. Her character was the dumbest anyone could have chosen. "Kenneth is going to run to the grandmother's room with spider. Thank fuck!"Corey knew if he was in that situation and he was challenged, he would be making the dumb decision. It was his greatest flaw, not knowing when to refuse a challenge. Some just weren't meant to be accepted. To hell of Corey ever accepted that. "Since we've gotten this far, all of you need to roll and select a small bottle out of the drinks. Take sips every time your roll."They nodded. Corey rolled again, landing on a one. He chose the small bottle with a black liquid in it. It had the number on the dice. Pamela and Eleanora rolled as well, picking their drinks. Almost like fate, Pamela had gotten the blue drink Verosika poured for her earlier on."Let's go on.Kenneth doesn't wait for anything to happen, he bolts out of the
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 039: Game on pt 4
"Lilith obeys and turns to check the door." Pamela begrudgingly says. She had gone through all the cards with the number eight, and they all had the same response. Like the game had decided Lilith's fate already and there was no changing it. She remorselessly reminded herself that this was the core reason she didn't play games to begin with.She was horrible at them. "Lilith slowly turns towards the pale white oak of the front door, and peaks through the glass on the side. She flinches when she sees her grandmother staring right back at her with darkened eyes, and a menacing glare. Rainwater dripping down her wrinkled skin. Lilith hurried shuts the bolts to the door right as the know begins to turn. She dumps the phone, missing the last key words her grandmother adds.Run, Lilith. I will hunt you like the animal you are. Kenneth is shivering, and wrapping his arms around his folded knees when he hears pounding on the grandmother's door. Unbeknownst to him, the little devil presses
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 040: Game on, the final part
Eleanora, Pamela, and Corey, down the last of their drinks. Making bad faces at the taste of the drink. They could swear it wasn't that bitter the first few times they drank from it. But now it taste horrible. Pamela dreaded having to drink from the laughing bottle, for all the good choices she made, she hadn't gotten a single snack. And now she was about to destroy her stomach with a demonic alcohol. 'yay me.' her tone is dry, and lacks all traces of hope. Verosika prepares for the final narrative, drinking the water to cleanse her throat. Talking took alot of energy, she said it herself. Knowing that if she uttered those words out loud. She would receive alot of insults."The final…. narrative.We need to leave, the window is our only way out. Kenneth says to little. Just then, a heavy knock hit the door. Almost rocking it off it's hinges. Lilith, my little angel. Come meet the little devil. You said he wasn't real, come and see for yourself. You called me crazy. Said I was a li
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 041: Surprise
Corey came out of slumber earlier than he was supposed too. He used the moment to check the scroll for the nearest place they could get too. The game of the Lock keeper was tasking, and with the amount of creatures, cities, states and kingdoms, the game was made to be impossible for someone to truly complete. You begin the game with no food. You have to get a quick quest or you character dies and you're forced to start all over. Doing the same thing until you actually move up a level. He could consider himself lucky if his ambitions weren't pushing him towards doing the almost impossible. In the scroll where a list of states and the fruits they had. The nearest one to the Yonko village."Zeganya- am I pronouncing this right? What is this place?"NewAge: BAD LANDS. THE HOME OF THE OUTLAWS. "Perfect!"NewAge: HOW?'I can practice my new abilities there. And we're looking for a lily fruit. Sounds adorable.'NewAge: IT IS A SMALL WHITE FOREST CHILD.Horror flashed over Corey's face. '
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 042: A visit from the enemy
The Lock keeper snapped his fingers, a tear appeared with no beginning or end. Nothing was behind it either. He nudge his chin towards it, a silent order for Corey to go through the rip. Skeptical, but not wanting to die, Corey walked towards the abomination and passed through. He ended up in the middle of a dining room. A long table wad set, with only two chairs facing apart from each other. One with his name on it. "Sit, Corey. You're my guest."Corey's heart sparked up. He was in the Lock keeper's mansion. There were no windows or doors so he wouldn't be able to remember something familiar about the place. And that was if the Lock keeper didn't kill him. His only question was why NewAge hadn't warned him about the imposing danger. He tried to call for the system but it nothing happened.'NewAge?' Corey called internally, making his way to the seat that was kept for him. The chair drew back, and Corey slid in. He waited, for anything. Being alone was messing with his mind. He wa
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 043: New plan, new attitude
"Rise and shine ladies. Clean up and get dressed, we're on route to the Centrons home land.""WHAT?!' Verosika sprung up, her hair messed and eyes widening like a mad woman. "No no no no no." She tossed the blanket, and practically tripped her way over to Corey. "What's the problem?"Verosika gripped the waistband of his pants. "The Centrons are mad smart. We'll never get a fruit past them." Her fingers drifted off to his belt, Corey wore jeans for once in contrast to his usual sweatpants. He brushed her hands away, and crouched. "I'll give you a taste of me if you promise to trust me and leave the questions in the dust bin."Verosika's face went from wild to composed on the seconds after Corey uttered those words. "Well, when you're speaking my language. How I can refuse." She beamed. "I need to wear something for this." She faded into a shadowy figure and slithered away from Corey. He noticed the other women were frowning at him. All but Yumiko, who had no clue what Centrons wer
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 044: A crazy idea
"What is the nebula sector?" Pamela found a seat, and nestled her body into it. They were taking a small boat to the Centrons. Corey hadn't dropped any information on the sector to her. And Verosika wasn't interested in talking about those snobby rich pieces of technology, her very own words. Eleanora was the same. All she could tell Pamela was that the Centrons were considered the biggest dicks to every specie simply because they don't have any crisis or problems, and because they're smarter than everyone else. To avoid accidentally being tricked by them, people tend to avoid them. The mage's plan was to keep her mouth shut during their entire time there. And Verosika was planning to do the same. She didn't want to associate herself with them. If it weren't for Corey, she would have stayed back in the submarine. "The nebula sector, is home to three different species." Corey turned to face the women, Yumiko was fast asleep by his foot. She slept more times than any of the women c
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 045: Tripping into Borba
Corey tossed the bag over his shoulders. He waved his hands at the women, taking a huff of the mist clouding the air before pulling his mask over his face and jumping off the boat. NewAge gave him instructions to get to a cave that would lead him past the orcs main guards. Corey needed to find an orc that he could pay to help him. He snickered a laugh in his head. Paying one would have been a nicer idea than manipulating an orc into thinking the Centrons were about to do something horrible. That could stir up war. It could destroy two very good societies, that might have been living next to each other in blissful Harmon. Did he care about yany of that? Absolutely not. He wanted one thing, and that was the fruit from the dryad. He had thought about initially asking an orc to do it for him. Why create a beef between two people when you can just get one person to do the job? The answer to that was simple. Orc aren't precise. If they are able to survive all of the dryad's torrid attack
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