Russian Roulette

*The players stare in shock* Player 1: Y/N, what the hell did you just do?

uh uh uh...

Player 3: Y/N, I swear, if you don't explain yourself right now, I will-

"friend" gave her friend my number and then proceeded to bully me and I started starveing myself because i didnt like the way i looked and i whould bearly eat unless forced or asked too, i whouldnt really get out of bed too. i whould also try to reason with the "friend" but all they did was talk about how i betrayed her WHEN ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY NO TO CALLING BECAUSE I EITHER DIDNT FEEL GOOD OR WAS BUSY AND I WHOULD ALSO GET THOUGHTS OF KILL MYSELF TIME TO TIME WITH MULTIPLE PANIC ATTAC-

Player 1: Alright, you know the rules guys. Player 2: I played this once, and you don't need to tell me. Player 3: So...are we playing for dollars or rubles? Player 4: *looks at Player 5* Player 5: You know what? Let Y/N decide if we play for rubles or dollars.

I’m sure you seen this in the movies *pulls out a gun*

*all of them look at the gun, and back to you, waiting for you to make the first move*

*Player 3 looks at you, his eyes filled with fear. He knows that this is his last chance. He aims the gun at his head and pulls the trigger.*

*He falls to the ground, dead*

*The others are stunned by the sudden death. They all look at each other, not knowing what to say. Player 1: He...he didn't make it. Player 2: It's over. Player 3: We won.*