The Story Of A Game

Rainsford woke up to the booming sinfony of dozens of hungry hunting hounds and a satisfied look soon materialized on his face. With a prolonged yawn, he rose sleepily from the luxurious bed to find the body of General Zaroff staring blankly at the ceiling. He was the hunter, his hunter, that he had just murdered. Rainsford realised he had finally and truly won the most dangerous game. He remembered what the Cossack had said before their fight, “One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed.” Rainsford silently walked over to the window and gazed down towards the dogs below. As if know what Rainsford was thinking, the hounds barked viciously at him, salivating at their mouths. He ceremoniously picked up the still body of General Zaroff and threw him out the window with a crash! He put a fresh pair of clothes on while listening to the now satisfied canines eat their meal. determined he needed to get

Rainsford had hardly tumbled to the ground when the pack took up the cry again. “Nerve, nerve, nerve!” he panted, as he dashed along. A blue gap showed between the trees dead ahead. Ever nearer drew the hounds. Rainsford forced himself on toward that gap. He reached it. It was the shore of the sea. Across a cove he could see the gloomy gray stone of the château. Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Rainsford threw himself off the tall cliff. The wind rushing past his face and threw his hair, he had a split second on just peace flying down the cliff preparing to hit the water. The water crashed around Rainsford swallowing him whole, as he started to swim to shore he heard a mysterious yet familiar voice.

Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.

Down by one, two outs and it is the last time up to bat for the Wildcats. If we lose we will go home, but that is not what I am focusing on, right now, all thoughts are on the next pitch. With a runner on first and second, a hit to the outfield could tie the game. A bad pitch, maybe. A lucky shot, maybe. As the bat hits the ball, a silent focus turns to screaming and jumping. A ball hit about a foot off the right field line, fair, brings in our first runner with ease. A wave of relief sweeps over the whole third base side of the field. Our cheering distracted the other team, maybe. The tie upset them, maybe. Just a well-placed ball, maybe. Unseen through the excitement, there is a player rounding third heading home for the win. A ball thrown too late. A headfirst dive through the catcher’s legs. There is screaming from the third base side as the umpires arms stretch out parallel to the ground. Game over.

Opening his eyes, the light cut his corneas and forced them shut. Silence shattered as Ian hit the hard oakwood floor. Laying on the ground, Ian curiously looked around the room. He lifted up his hands only to see that

Once upon a yesterday, there were two kids, Hayden and Lily.Lily was a nice girl with brownish, short hair and blue glasses with diamond-shaped sides.Hayden was a funny kid with brown eyes and hair dyed yellow in the middle.One day, they were going on a field trip.They loved field trips but they didn’t know where they were going.They soon found out that they were visiting lake Catch-a-fish. They had lunch and played games about the nature at the lake. Then they were told that it was an over-night stay because the bus was broken.They decided to have fun by playing games in the games room. There was Pac-man, a pinball game, and table tennis. Soon it was time for dinner and some stories. Dinner was hot dogs, and dessert was cotton candy. While

One of the last games I ever played of baseball didn't end till 10:00 pm. The game began at 7:00 and I was tired at the end of the game. The lights came on during my game and the lights only come on when it’s pitch black out. When the lights came on I knew it had to be really late for my game to end. Since my game was so late my family didn’t stay for the whole game. My dad wanted to take me home from the game since it was so late.

“Would this car in front of us like to move any slower?” Archana asked. She, my other siblings, and I were on our way to World Series 2015 Game 1 when a car had crashed into another about a mile ahead. From where we were, I could see the blue and red lights of the police cars flashing in the distance.

I woke up on a sunny, warm winter morning to my alarm clock telling me to get up for my team shoot around and meal for basketball. It was weird having to set an alarm for a Saturday morning. It was time to get pumped up for game day! Today was the regional final game. The game everyone is dying to win, so they can make memories down at the state tournament the next week. All of which was the plan for my team, except we had some setbacks that would make it a difficult game to win.

The three friends lined up Luke on the line with Justin back at quarterback and Aiden as the receiver ready to catch a game winner. Justin calls ‘’hut’’ and the ball is snapped back to him and Aiden takes off down the field. Luke is holding the line and giving Justin plenty of time to throw the deep ball down the field and letting Aiden get as far as he can down the field. He lets the ball fly right as he gets hit and it is headed higher and far down the field toward the touchdown and Aiden is in an full out sprint for the ball. He jumps and catches the ball way over his head in the back corner of the end zone. But, they need the 2 point conversion to win their line back up and Justin jumps over the line for the touchdown and the crowd

He never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided. The man’s heartbeat which pounded like a beast that he seemed to have become in the heat of the moment finally slowed down and he felt a feeling he hasn’t felt in three days. Calm. This sick excuse for a humane game was finally over..at least he thought.

Chara found her host Frisk next to the save point in the Judgement Hall. And this was… what? The hundredth time? If only she didn’t have to take control of someone still alive to complete her goal… after all, if she were in her ghost form, she’d be capable of destroying the underground like *that.* She just needed to feed on Frisk’s determination for a little longer… Not to mention she was SO CLOSE last time! Sans even told Chara that if she survived the last attack that he gave her, he’d show her his special attack. Chara knew she just had to get past the “special attack,” and HOPEFULLY she could strike him then.

Camping. It 's the art of sitting your butt in one spot, shooting unsuspecting players as they run by. Most players condemn this approach to a game. I hear guys online complaining about it all the time. But what I don 't hear are their reasons for hating this type of game play so much. What would like their opponents to do? Would they like them to run out in the open with their heads between their legs so they can be effortlessly picked off? I know it 's a game everyone, but most games do their best to make things seem as real as possible. Game developers go to great lengths to provide games with accurate physics and realistic graphics. These realistic features are implemented into the game because part of the fun of playing the game is imagining that it 's all real. If it really was real, I guarantee EVERYONE would be camping their asses off, afraid to step out in the open only to be shot dead. I applaud the campers. They have realized something that is widely known to all military strategists. It is far easier to defend a position than it is to take one. Therefore, campers give themselves a distinct advantage over dumber players who run aimlessly about the map in search of a kill. Anti-campers will argue that if everybody camped, the game would be boring. I say the opposite is true. If everybody camped, dying would occur just as infrequently as killing. Earning a kill and getting killed would become much more significant. In a game that is decided by kills and deaths,

Jonathan couldn't breathe, he couldn't even blink.All he felt was how his heart had been completely and fully abolished and eradicated.Ellen slowly starts to walk towards Jonathan fearful of what is going on inside of him.thomas still in shock wraps an arm around Jonathan. Jonathan looks at Thomas, says nothing; and eventually looks back down.Ellen hugs him with all the passion and spirit, she could muster.They all just stand to try to stay strong.But this time together.

Madeline wriggled, trying to create some space between herself and the evil looking claws that La Panthère held to her throat.