The clock ticks, ticks, ticking away. Fingers tap, tap, taping, on the table. Each person click, clicks, the gun. I am wait, wait, waiting for a turn. The adrenaline is pump, pump, pumping in my veins. The gun is getting close, close, closer. Then bang. He's dead. I get to live another round.
The game is Russian Roulette, but now things are a bit different. Six people who all have a common language, but different elasticities, have been chosen at random for my game. They have no choice but to play, and you win, when you are the last one standing. The game? Pain and luck of roulette. The game board? Another universe I created. Teammates? You, yourself, and, believe it or not, the rules. The rules? Survive. Have fun.
Mafia Wings And Butterfly Things
An RP Guild that's currently looking for members!
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